34 – Warehouse Clearance (2)
“Sorry. I pressed it without knowing.”
“Sorry, is it over? Are my clothes back? You come here too I’m going to shoot you too!”
-Wack!
She snatched the ray robot from my hand and aimed the robot’s eyes at my side. Narrow years.
The situation where the demon king’s clothes were burned.
‘Foot.’
It’s a bit embarrassing, but it’s an area where you can improvise. I’m a pro
“Wait a minute! Not just this outfit!”
I made an artificially startled expression and held the brooch part of my chest, which was the symbol of my clothes.
“… What? You also burned my clothes… How much I treasure them!”
“I know. I know better than anyone! Your mind! Why? Because the clothes you gave me as a gift are very precious to me too! More than life! I’d rather shoot a beam at my forehead. That way is better.”
An emotional story prepared to appease this innocent b*tch. The hoodie I am wearing right now. The clothes she gave me are too precious, so I’d rather shoot myself in the forehead.
“Now, what are you hesitating about? Without shooting.”
Opening her eyes with her determination, I put my head on her. Now, for some reason, the demon king, overflowing with emotions from this side, will probably run to me crying and hug…
“Really? Then forehead.”
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‘This doesn’t work?’
-Chuck
Instead of the hoodie she had given her, the demon king aimed at her precious friend’s forehead at the robot’s eyes.
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“Get on, time!”
While waving his hands, he blew his whistle just before opening fire.
“…Why? What do you have to say?”
“Hey… aren’t we friends?”
“A friend.”
“You say you like me.”
“Yes. Insanely good Better than paper cranes.”
“Then can you take a look?”
“Yes. I’ll see you. Because you are.”
That’s it. This pattern was also one of the selling points that sold strangely well to the devil.
“Thank you. Let’s get along well in the future. Leave the damn carrots to me and I’ll eat them for the rest of my life.”
“Okay then! Now vs. You are right too.”
-Clap.
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The demon king raised his bloody eyes and aimed the robot at his head again. Forgiveness is forgiveness, and apparently, even with this kind of relationship, she couldn’t stop her shooting.
‘Damn it! He said he was a friend! Where is the bastard who shoots and kills his friends with a killing ray!’
“It will sting a little.”
‘That’s your standard and it’s the selfish gene.’
As long as it stings her, the moment she touches my body, it will pass right through.
Right before the red eyes of the robot, which resembles the devil, emits a ray of light. My heart was pounding, and my tongue was dry. The eyes of the demon king are not different from those of insects when only pure life is wrapped around them. It wouldn’t be strange if she really beamed at me because she wasn’t human. She’s not saying that the demon king is good or bad.
‘It’s natural if it’s natural… But the moral standards are a bit different from humans.’
I’ve heard it before when I was on Earth. What do you call women whose way of loving a subject is radical? Yandere? Something different from that Occasional exaggeration.
Whatever.
‘This time I have to come up with a visible solution.’
You won’t have to repay pain with pain. Because that won’t do you any good.
In other words, her only complaint was that her precious clothes were damaged.
“I will make it again!”
“…… What?”
On the edge of it, her white fingers headed for the button on the back of the robot stopped.
“I will make it for you. Your clothes. With something pretty.”
“….. You? How?”
The demon king is still wrapped in anger, but he seems curious. Still, as a woman, she seems to be very interested in clothes.
“Remember the party members who came here with me in the past? You’re trying to… Oh, no! Anyway, four of them!”
“….. What are they doing? Are they your friends?”
I don’t know why, but suddenly black blood flowed from the demon king’s disconnection. The way he spoke was strangely thorny.
“…No? There’s no way these f*cking sluts could be friends, right?”
“Yes. Hee hee so?”
“? Anyway, what they were wearing. I made them all.”
At those words, the Milky Way poured from the demon king’s red eyes, which had been spouting death a while ago.
“What, what!? Those pretty clothes?”
“Yes. Did you see my sewing when you were helping me make dolls? It’s true that I made all of those clothes.”
“Whoa, whoa!”
…
Can’t that be? Of course it’s bullsh*t Even though I had some skill with my hands, their clothes were masterpieces made one by one by artisans who said they would weave some clothes on the continent. Unlike the rags I was wearing before.
-Cheap! Cold! Cold!
“Really? Really? You say you make it yourself? Directly?”
A killer ray robot that was aiming at a friend’s forehead. The demon king who threw and ran grabbed my cheeks with both hands and pulled me.
“Oh, really! Bet everything Hey, let this go for now!”
Her legs trembled, fearing that she would crush her head like a tomato from the flushed one. At her my spell she let go of her pulled hair.
“What about fabric?”
The demon king, who was excited in an instant, asked. That’s it. The key to putting off this unanswerable gag that makes clothes without a promise is.
“You don’t have any fabric right now, right? I tried to buy it, but the price is too high and there is no supply.”
“Yes. Yes.”
The demon king opened his mouth and nodded his head.
“It won’t be long, my party members will attack again.”
“Huh? Damn you…They?”
“Uh. Let’s f*ck them up and take their clothes off. Then I’ll make you a suit that suits you perfectly.”
“… That can’t work… You’re really mean.”
“… What?”
Of course, the demon king, who I thought would like it while applauding the seals, despised me with a cold gaze.
“…Why?”
“Why do you steal other people’s clothes?”
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Why does a b*tch who steals money and weapons from adventurers say it’s not okay to steal clothes?
But now that I think about it, the Demon King has never stolen his clothes. I didn’t even steal my party members’ clothes before. The reason was soon revealed to her.
“In the children’s book I read, Grandpa Nepetto said that. They say that clothes contain souls, so you shouldn’t wear other people’s clothes carelessly.”
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‘Damn old man! I’m senile! Why are you interfering with other people’s business! Be careful with your mouth!’
No. What could Nepeto’s father be guilty of? Also, that f*cking fairy tale writer was a problem. If I run into him on the real road, I will immediately put a Sinchon Falcon Punch in my throat.
…
After rehearsing her lies inside her for a moment, she teased her again at her.
“Surely, as Mr. Geppetto said…”
“Nepeto.”
“Uh. Anyway, as the nobleman said, clothes contain souls. But that’s when it comes to clothes, and the moment you cut it with scissors and run out of thread, the soul escapes and returns to the original fabric.”
“Oh! Was it like that?”
“Uh. Are there any problems now?”
“Yes! I want to finish it quickly! When are you coming Huh…They.”
It’s a pleasure to get rid of them, but that probably won’t happen.
Nine, Yuria, Dorothy, Rebecca.
To them, I was just a consumable. They were no different from the mules they rode. Those b*tches who went outside must have forgotten about me and whipped the new porter.
‘I don’t know who it is, but it’s pitiful.’
Unless you are a tolerable adult, you will not be able to live with them. I don’t know if it’s something like Rohan Edwock.
Anyway, I managed to get over it again with this. Members of my party would never come, and the odds of one out of 20 female adventurers coming here were slim. The ratio of male to female in my party was a really rare case. In other words, there is no point in making clothes for her in the future.
‘… How many f*cking gurahs are there with this…’
A paper crane that turns into a game a year later, a camera that comes out without film, and now even clothes. If lying made my nose grow longer, maybe my nose would have been as long as Jormungandr by now.
‘…It can’t be helped.’
Because lies are indispensable for the weak to survive. There is no such thing as a porter who lives without lies in this world. That’s already dead
As if asking when he got angry, the demon king smiled brightly wearing a dress with open sides. Rubbing their cheeks against the paper crane, they are soaked in happiness.
“… I’ll make you very pretty.”
“Yes! Hee hee I hope they come soon…”
To strangers, it might look like a lovely face of a pretty woman. Not knowing that she is now imagining that she is smashing all of her earthenware pots and taking off her clothes.
“…Uh-huh. Come on!”
I told him to come here, but maybe he can’t wait for my slow feet, he’s coming. Heoyeon grabbed my head again with both hands and pulled me down. Flesh and flesh met.
“I am so happy. Too. My friend said she made clothes… She said she made clothes… Ehehehe.”
While saying that, the demon lord rubbed his cheek against mine. Her immaculate skin is surprisingly soft.
…
Looking back, she was a very expressive person… No, she was a demon.
… I’m so sorry.
“Thank you!”
“…Uh.”
“Is there anything you want too?”
As she was still rubbing her cheeks, the demon king’s question echoed from the back of her head.
‘If you want… Then…’
Sorry is sorry, and there was no way I would have the conscience to reject the wish of an innocent partner who was happy with a lie.
Should I ask for the leftovers of the Thunderbird meat to be grilled? Or three bedspreads? Hey, this is still enough… Ah, Little Farm Red Tomato, shall we ask you to borrow it for a week?
At the same time, they spread out pleasant prophecies.
Suddenly, I was awakened by a sense of heterogeneity.
In the past, I would have thought of it as number one.
Because I couldn’t even think of an option to get me out of here.
…That’s crazy. Baek Dong-ha.
“hehehe. What can I do? Huh? Huh?”
“Thunderbird Steak.”
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“Whoa… It’s over.”
I started in the morning, but the sun had already set.
I got rid of all the games in the box that looked like Rebels of Humanity. Burn forever in the brimstone fire of hell. f*cking buggy games.
“I picked them all… Huh? Did you subtract that much?”
When she saw the games I removed, she made a surprised expression.
“Yes. I’m left with something much more fun than that. Now let’s play with this.”
Yes. Godgames of peace that I have specially selected, where there is no violence, competition, or fatigue. If this is the case, you can enjoy it with her every day.
“Umm. Okay. Then…”
-Chabak, chabak
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She passed by the god games I picked out and started putting the scary games she had saved up to throw away back into the box.
“Uh…? Didn’t you mean to throw it away?”
“What? Why throw it away? I was told to leave out the remake. I’ll make it again soon, so let’s do it right away!”
“Damn, that’s f*cked up again.”