26 – Ceramics and Photography
Early morning.
– Took
– Clink
f*cked.
*
There are three things that the Demon King looks at with satisfaction as he comes and goes. One is a paper crane that sunbaths, another is my character digging potatoes, and the last one is her favorite blue pottery.
From long ago, I was told to wipe it whenever I had a chance.
Taaang!
No!
‘I have to fix it somehow before she finds out!’
But how…
There was no book plan that came to mind. I don’t have any glue, and even if there is, I don’t have the technology to restore shattered pottery.
A demon king humming while rummaging around in the warehouse. She has to hurry up and fix it before she comes out.
‘How…’
However, no matter how much I thought about it, no estimate came out.
…
‘f*ck! There is no other way.’
-Tadat!
I ran at full speed to the entrance of the demon castle. There is a red stripe that acts as a warning sensor. A device that makes a loud noise spread throughout the castle when intruders touch it.
– Back!
When I was very young, I used to play belt with elementary school students in the neighborhood. You have to reproduce it exactly. Put your toes lightly on the string.
-Giying! Gying! Gying!
– Hurry up!
As expected, the siren sounded as if it would explode. At the same time, I quickly hid inside again before being caught on the screen of the demon king.
‘Please… Please don’t get caught!!!’
It is important from now on. It’s just the start of acting.
*
“… Huh!? What’s wrong!”
As usual, the demon king, who was looking for tools to torture Baek Dong-ha in the warehouse, came running to him in surprise. All she sees is the remains of broken pottery, and my figure, covered in dirt, lying next to the debris.
She ran and laid her head on her own lap.
“What’s wrong!? Come to your senses…”
“…Ugh…”
– Choo Woo-wook
I was trembling with my closed eyes and passed out. No, I pretended to be lost.
Now, the concept is that I passed out while fighting to protect pottery from the invasion of strangers. The soil all over the body became more convincing after rolling it several times in the devil’s cabbage field.
“…Honey! Wake up!”
“…”
“I can’t do it. Electric shock with the Mjornil hammer…”
– Jjiriririt!
“No! It’s up! It’s up!!! Get that f*cking hammer away!”
If it was just a little bit late, it would have been an electric grill.
“… But… How did this…?”
After confirming my safety, the demon king’s gaze turned to the shattered pottery.
Baek Dong-ha. Don’t be nervous your acting was perfect As usual. Let’s go as usual.
I put on a look of resentment.
-Kwajik!
He slammed his fist hard on the floor.
“… What’s wrong?”
“Damn it! I didn’t keep it. I’m a f*cking weakling.”
“Tell me more.”
“Did you hear the sirens?”
“Uh, yes.”
“… An intruder came. He had a grudge against you.”
“Yes, yes.”
“What he was aiming for was your favorite pottery. I desperately defended it… I’m sorry. It wasn’t enough. He broke the pottery and left.”
My whole body seemed to be torn apart, but my gaze stayed on the broken pottery. You will feel the desperate sadness of the man who couldn’t keep even the smallest memories that were broken right in front of his eyes.
‘…Please. Eat me.’
Tears formed in the corners of the demon king’s eyes.
“… You. You risked your life to protect my pottery.”
-Kokok
!?
The demon king hugged my head that had been placed on his lap. I felt a deep sense of guilt for her sudden action. I turned the blame circuit as much as possible.
‘It was the fault of the four years who put pottery here in the first place.’
Actually, this is a happy ending. I am now free from slavery as a pottery polisher. She confirmed the loyalty of the slaves who sacrificed their lives to protect the pottery. Everyone will be happy Just like this, with no one to suffer…
-Giying! Gying!
?
*
A real challenger came at this timing. It looks much weaker than the Black Dragon and Bizarre who came before. Muscular and large, with Mohican hair, a mustache, and a two-handed ax the size of his own head.
The extra cliché that was inevitably weak was the barbarian who beat everyone.
“Your b*tch is the Demon King! Your petty infamy ends here! I met this Kurdan of Destruction!”
Kurdan of Destruction, with a thick flag that will be kicked even in his lines. There really isn’t any hope at all.
“What? What Kurdan? What did you say?”
“Kurdan of Destruction! From now on, clearly imprint…”
-Shuuk
– Pair!
– Kwaaang!
‘Tsk.’
Kurdan of Destruction could not continue. It’s because the face has been changed by the blows that flew before. Of course, I fainted in one room.
“That’s right?”
The Demon King dragged Kurdan’s mohican hair like a handle and dragged it.
“Huh? What?”
“The intruder who broke my pottery earlier. Seeing as something of destruction, is that right?”
The demon king’s bloodshot eyes. A chilling voice. She seemed to find a place to land her prowling rage.
“…That’s right.”
I’m sorry. Kurdan of Destruction. Blame your name
*
The mad king has been pissed off for the first time in a while. I’m making something in the warehouse I went into after closing the door. Kurdan and I, who passed out, were waiting outside.
-Clap clack clack! Thump thump!
‘…What are you making?’
I’m going to die running after myself for no reason. If I were Kurdan, I’d just jump out the window.
“…Ugh… This is…”
Kurdan, who had fainted, opened his eyes. I can’t believe I only fainted for an hour after fighting the demon king. It certainly doesn’t look like he’s wearing a foam with that size.
– Knock, squeak.
“Is he awake?”
The demon king opened the warehouse door and stuck out his head.
“You dare to break my pottery?”
Black smoke was wrapped around the demon king’s sword. The bloody eyes, filled with only hostility, were much darker than when I first saw them. The voice that seemed to freeze the room made me and Kurdan tremble in fear.
“… Come in. Here.”
The Demon King waved his hand at him.
“Wait a minute! Ceramics! What do you mean! I’ve never…”
Kurdan tried to open his mouth to say something.
“Squeeze! This is a chew !!!”
-f*ck!
My soccer kick hit his chin as he knelt down to explain.
“Big!”
“This, you scumbag! What are you doing well when you break our precious pottery!”
“Me, I’ve never…”
“Be quiet! Shut up!”
– Puck! Puck! Puck!
I beat up Kurdan, the vandalist, and dragged him to the Demon King.
“Uhhhhh”
“Yes, leave it to me from now on.”
“Sa, save me!”
– Jerking
Kurdan was dragged by her hair. I don’t know.
-Kiik
– Kung
After that, screams resonated throughout the warehouse.
*
After a while, the door opened. The demon king came out wiping his hands with his handkerchief.
“… Hey, you’ve got a piece of your tooth in the corner of your mouth.”
“Oh, thank you.”
“… Kurdan? Did you kill him…”
“You know.”
“Huh?”
“Kurdan said he never broke pottery.”
…
Don’t panic. Baek Dong-ha. Excitement is poison.
“It’s a lie told by a cornered guy.”
“But it’s strange just thinking about cancer, isn’t it? Why does the kid who broke my pottery and ran away come back and start a fight…”
“In the first place, sane people don’t break into other people’s houses and break pottery.”
“So I checked.”
“…What?”
“I was trying to use the Akashic Records to erase Kurdan’s memory of breaking the pottery? But they said it couldn’t be erased?”
“… Explain in an easy to understand way.”
“It’s a memory that didn’t exist in the first place, so it’s not erased.”
!!!
There was nothing I could do about her cold gaze piercing my heart. The devil’s thumb and forefinger grabbed my chin. And dragged right in front of my face and whispered.
“Is that you?”
*
The room where we played chess when we first came to this castle. At her behest, I sit here alone. Put your hands together and be polite.
‘God. Please let me die of a terrible disease before that demon king destroys me.’
But my prayers did not come true.
“Did you wait?”
‘No.’
-Bang
She put down a wooden box in front of me.
“…Is this?”
“Open it. Directly.”
…
What’s inside must be Kurdan’s head. You will say this to me who vomits after seeing that. I have prepared your box separately.
Of course, I couldn’t take it out. Because the demon king’s urging gaze was staring at my fingertips.
I couldn’t help but open the lid of the box. I opened my eyes and checked the contents.
‘Uh…’
Camera. Everywhere you look, it’s a camera. Polaroid cameras that use old-fashioned film. This is what I was looking for in the warehouse. Why is this all of a sudden…
‘Are you going to take a picture of my portrait?’
Since the situation was the situation, my thoughts did not go that way. She must have been very upset. He tapped her camera with the tips of her fingernails.
“Do you know how to write that? It’s an object that, when clicked, brings out the same picture as the object.”
This is a description that would be answered when asked to explain to a caveman who saw a camera for the first time. Let’s turn on the game console well and don’t stumble on anything the camera doesn’t know.
“I know.”
Then she jerked her hand up.
‘Hee!’
I thought I was going to give it away, so I shrank.
“…Are you okay now?”
“… What?”
“Is your hair okay…? Me.”
“… Pretty.”
A mouth-watering compliment. Half serious, half flattering. Blushing, she brought out her camera to me and said.
“My drawing comes out. Do that Then I will forgive you.”
She was also a person who knew how to give her generosity. With this, she will not be buried in the devil’s cabbage field like Kurdan.
Her mother’s advice shimmered in her distant memory.
-Son, can’t photography be a hobby? Should I go to photography department? You will starve to death later.
‘No. Rather, they saved me now.’
“Okay. But let’s move somewhere.”
After that, she moved around the windows of the Demon King’s Castle. The wide angle isn’t great here, the windows over there are small. With the excuse of her back, she circled for a while.
“Is it still far?”
“Wait, since I have to take pretty pictures.”
This word is a cheat key that assumes the photographer to be a potential top player from customers. Just because she’s been around a bit doesn’t mean she can’t afford her photographer to capture 200 percent of her appearance.
“This would be nice.”
I sat her on her swanky window sill and looked around, measuring her backlight. Naturally, her outward appearance was captured at a glance.
‘…Really pretty.’
It was so beautiful that if you stare at it for a while, you’ll quickly forget that it’s a demon. Even if you don’t mix crude technique, it’s a pictorial no matter what angle you take.
‘Let’s shoot at this point.’
“Now, smile.”
“Huh? Why?”
The Demon King asked back.
“Smile. Wide open.”
“…Just do it. Do something strange all of a sudden…”
“Smile. Otherwise, don’t take it.”
Of course, I was in a disadvantageous position, but there was no task as irritating as taking a picture of a flat expression. And if the f*cking photographer laughs, he laughs, put a toe on it.
The moment I held the camera, there was nothing scary in the world.
She normally laughs clumsily as if it’s awkward while splitting up without a cooldown.
“Come on, let’s go. One, two, three…”
…
“What are you doing? Are you done?”
The demon king opened his eyes wide and brushed them off.
“Are you okay?”
…
-Click
She opened the film canister and looked at it. As foreboding, there was nothing in it. If I told Jeewa that I couldn’t shoot her film due to some kind of problem, I wouldn’t know what to do with the ceramics.
“Click me. Hurry.”
“…It’s done.”
“Really? Then give me the paper.”
“I can’t give it to you right now. Photo development takes about a year.”
“What? The other day they came out as soon as I clicked them?”
‘There must have been a film back then…’
“The prettier the original object, the longer it takes to develop. The camera takes a long time to process it.”
It was quite a cheesy sound, but it doesn’t seem like she is to her.
“Huh? Is that so?”
“Yes.”
…
The Demon King looked strangely satisfied while sticking out his mouth. Within a year he had created yet another reason to escape.
“…Would you like to take a picture together?”
The demon king who took the camera asked me insinuatingly.
“…Yes.”
“… Then the three of us…”
-Tick, tick
“…hehehe…hehehehe…”
The demon king smiled brightly as he pressed the shutter of the camera without film. Me and her, and her origami cranes were put into it.