21 – Demon king who notices
I came out of the game room where I slept for days and nights and came back to my room. It feels like going to a polar camp. Threw herself on the bed. I never thought I would say this, but my room is the best.
“Whoah…”
A sheep trying to get rid of all the tiredness in every corner of his joints. Stretch with a large letter.
…
I somehow passed this time again. I didn’t gain anything, I just went through a lot of hard work.
‘I’m tired. Exhausted.’
…
The game continues. Penalties. I live on with breathtaking techniques.
Is this kind of life going to end?
Maybe it’s because I’ve been standing under the shadow of death all along. Now this place is comfortable. You are adapting to a place where you can’t fit in at all. Memories of the outside fade.
‘… I’ve been here for over a month.’
The day before coming to the Devil’s Castle.
I said goodbye to a few people in this world. There were also people who were against it. Even they thought it was their last, so they wanted to tie a knot.
‘…The last one is a b*tch.’
Can people in another world even imagine? Me, trapped here, living with the demon king every day, betting for my life, playing games that were on Earth.
‘…Let’s just talk to the demon king.’
It’s easy to get beaten up if you talk to the guys outside, but the demon king has a personality different from normal demons.
He laughs when he’s happy, cries when he’s sad, and even rolls his head when playing games. If you are in a hurry with the subject of competition, you will commit foul play.
‘Like a human.’
The ninja guy who came earlier said that. I’m good at pretending to be human. But is it necessary for her, her strongest predator, to turn over the human shell?
No.
‘It’s not pretending to be human, it’s just having some human attributes.’
Of course, she has a demonic side.
Things like locking up people, wanting to hit them with fighting game skills, or making arm idiots as a group during arm wrestling. Deleting game data for decades because I want to hear that you want to play games together for decades.
… But isn’t this just a characteristic of a person with a bad personality?
The reason why I can’t even try to talk to her is because she has a malicious temper. Even if you approach him with a human appearance, it will be a waste if you respond with a devil-like appearance.
“Can you let me out? It’s hard to play with you.”
The silently recited monologue was only spinning around in the empty air.
‘A coward.’
My stress was relieved strangely by talking to myself in a low tone. It’s stupid, but I can’t help it. This is how the weak live.
“You’re such a f*cking dog. I’m more annoyed when you act awkwardly like a human. I hate playing with your b*tch.”
-Chabak, chabak
Footsteps are heard from the end of the hallway. It’s obvious that it will become a gag cartoon if it’s more serious, so let’s shut up.
-Jumping. Profit.
“Bar, eat.”
The demon king who couldn’t meet my eyes opened the door and said.
*
It was a very natural procedure for the demon king to be crushed. She is innocent in a game, and never lies, and she kept it in the worst possible way.
Who would have predicted that. That demon king, the girl who was crazy about her fight, the demon king who accepted her 10-year-old beating. No way, he committed a foul while removing the controller. Even if she did that, she failed, so she forced herself with absurd language. Her bet uncharacteristically fizzled out.
‘So f*cking. Did you not want to let me out?’
Her trust in her promise to her was cut in half. Maybe the demon king was concerned about that and looked at me. If you don’t do it, the weight will disappear from the next match.
“Give me the salt shaker over there.”
“Uh, yes.”
– Talk, talk, talk
The demon king, who kept glancing at me with a sidelong glance, was reflected in the salt shaker. It’s also a new feeling to have someone who can kill me with a single finger look at me.
-Wack
-Wack
When I turned to the demon king, I pretended not to have looked at him and turned his head away. Does he think I don’t notice that he’s glancing at me? It’s too naive.
“This, you know.”
“Huh?”
“Would you like my meat too?”
She opened the kimchi bulgogi sandwich and showed me the meat inside her, she said.
“No, that’s fine…”
“No. I’ll give it to you.”
Then I take out the meat I’ve been eating and put it on my sandwich. What is it, a newly developed method of bullying? It was obvious what would happen if I refused, so I just chewed it. The fruity scent from the demon king’s mouth remained faint.
‘It’s not bullying, it’s a favor.’
Because she usually likes meat very much.
“Do you want to borrow this for today?”
While she was making a meatless sandwich, she pointed to the paper crane I gave her. The one you wear around your neck 24 hours a day.
“… It’s okay. It’s yours.”
Do as much as you do… From the perspective of the person who gave the gift, it feels good to treat it with respect. If it weren’t for the Demon King. The truth behind that origami crane must remain silent forever.
“Then, then… Then uh… Again…”
The demon king rolls his eyes and thinks of something… Let’s not worry about it anymore.
‘Let’s eat quickly and get some rest. I won’t touch you today.’
Crush the kimchi sandwich roughly in your mouth. I’m tired, so I don’t know if it’s delicious or what. However…
‘…Why is that?’
The demon king gets restless when he suddenly increases his eating speed. As if there is something I want to say. He is wiggling his fingers.
‘…Let’s ask why.’
Damn it… What do you ask me? Judging by my intuition as a person who died after a month of survival in Devil’s Castle, it’s normal to just eat and sleep with Divi.
“I ate well.”
“Huh…? Huh.”
I got up from my seat. I’m about to go back, but the demon king grabs my hand. A cool chill passed through his knuckles.
“…Why?”
It wasn’t scary or anything like that. The Demon King is still a threatening and terrifying being, but after going through many dramatic crises, it seems that he has developed a tolerance for suddenly holding hands.
“That… You know.”
The demon lord who spends time uncharacteristically. Surely you’re not a f*cking b*tch who says let’s play games after spending a few days like that? No way?
“…That. That.”
“…Why?”
“Are you mad?”
*
“What??”
Her head went blank as it was not a question that would come out of her mouth. It seems that Mattang went to work because of the Little Farm serfs.
“Are you mad? I… That bet… With that.”
The Demon King licks his lips and blurs the end of his words as if he can’t find the right words. It’s a messy sentence, but the gist of the question was this.
Are you mad because you didn’t keep your promise earlier?
…Are you angry?
I’m not sure where to start correcting. I was angry. The previous incident was also embarrassing, but if you ask me if I was angry about it, I had a lot of other things to say.
As a demon lord, she is now considering the feelings of others.
She is trying to analyze her feelings within her and worrying about her not knowing that her behavior may have changed.
If so, then before that. Much earlier.
You can imagine my feelings when you locked me up here.
Why did that get overlooked?
‘… No, this isn’t it. Then.’
Before the demon king split my earthen pot, the intruder, I said it clearly with my mouth. I will do anything you ask me to, so please save me. And the demon king stamped the contract and continued it all along.
‘But now, the difference is…’
It was a proposal that the Demon King made himself first.
It must have been a half-joking proposal, believing that I would not be able to clear it, but it is clear that he failed to keep his word anyway.
In other words, just as I kept what I said I would stay here and protect her request. She was supposed to keep what she promised me, but she couldn’t. If you care about that, then the Demon King’s attitude is more than enough to explain.
‘… Then.’
If so.
If you only think about how I feel when the promise was ruined due to your own negligence, then it’s okay to be a little honest now.
“A little.”
“Huh? Huh? What…?”
“I felt a little bad.”
*
“…Tell me one more time. What?”
“I felt a little bad. I trusted you. You kept all your promises until now. But honestly, it wasn’t this time…”
“Uh…? Uh…”
Cut off Nine’s absolute piercing with one hand, avoid Yuria’s arrow with an expressionless expression, and reflect Dorothy’s top-notch magic, her face painted in multiple colors. The demon king’s expression as he stood up holding my hand and looked up quickly changed like a slot machine.
‘What… Isn’t this exploding?’
Features shaking violently and hands trembling. It’s like a rocking bomb before it explodes. If you set the end of your long ponytail on fire, wouldn’t it burn like a wick in a bomb?
Did I just say the f*ck?
“… No, that’s not it…”
“Now, wait a minute. You. Stay here. You can’t go anywhere.”
The demon king let go of my hand and ran to somewhere. I went to the end of the hallway…
There’s only an arsenal and storage there, right?
‘Why are you going over there?’
Did you feel a bit more comfortable during that time? I lost all my military discipline, and without knowing it, I staged an atrocity to His Highness, the Great Demon King. It reminded me of the chat with the old soldier.
– Hey. Baek Dong-ha.
– Private Baek Dong-ha.
-Does it suck? Huh? f*ck you. It’s okay, so tell me honestly.
– Private Baek Dong-ha! No!
-No, can you be honest? He’s like a brother to you. If you want to stay together in the future, you need to know what you like and dislike.
– No. That’s really fine.
…f*ck this was it. I shouldn’t have said that I was really angry for asking.
‘…Where did he go again?’
Did he go to pick up Morning Star or Battle X? It wouldn’t be necessary. Even if you just give it with a spoon, it will be broken, but what…
As I spread my imagination about this and that, the demon king came back in a hurry, out of breath.
But that thing I was carrying in my hand…
“Haa… Let’s drink this together. Huh? They say it’s a potion that makes you feel good.”
What she brought was alcohol as she was breathing heavily.