37 – Children’s Book (2)
“Read the next chapter.”
“How far did you read?”
After returning to the mainland, Nepetto set up a talking doll, Pinocchio, as a publicity model and instantly became famous. He became a first-class designer in a one-room dollhouse.
‘Every garment has a soul. That spirit moved my son, Pinocchio.” If I were a journalist, I would throw rotten eggs. This bullsh*t almost screwed up my plan before.
“That was a good story…”
“Yes.”
“What happened to Grandpa Nepetto after that?”
“Well… Since he is a nobleman with good sense, he might have spent the rest of his life wealthy by investing in blue chip stocks. After that, I will go play golf with Pinocchio.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I would have lived happily ever after. The two of you.”
“Two of you?”
“Uh.”
“…hehehe.”
The demon king brought out the next storybook. It was ‘Beauty and the Beast’. Of course, the author’s name is James. And. Such a careless bastard. Now I don’t see the sincerity of mixing it with anything else. It’s not a level of plagiarism and mixing, it’s just theft.
“Would you like to read this together?”
She has made a very welcome suggestion. When I imitated a female character, I was afraid that I would say that I was not similar again, so my bones were sore.
“Good. It’s more fun to read together.”
“Yes! Hee hee hee.”
*
Beauty and the Beast.
There was a prince who was cursed by a witch and turned into a beast. One day, a merchant entered his castle and to give it to his daughter, he picked off a rose in the garden without the beast’s permission. When the wild beast, indignant at this, tries to kill the merchant, the merchant snatches his hand to his feet. Then the beast offered to spare her life if she gave him his youngest daughter. In order to save her father’s life, the merchant’s daughter carries a gun and goes to live in the beast’s castle.
… It doesn’t look like Namil for some reason, does it?
“”
The Demon King who plays the role of the youngest daughter.
…
‘You’re doing well.’
At this level, I had nothing to say even if I tackled my Captain Hook performance. I’ve been alone here all this time… Instead of talking to myself, I must have read a story out loud.
‘By the way.’
Aside from her acting skills, there was a strong sense of incongruity in her lines. Her hands wriggling, each holding a picture book on the other. Since it’s my turn, it must mean the ambassador.
“… ＜’Now you are mine. Please don’t go out and become a bride.’＞”
“…Isn’t it strange that you look at it? Read it again.”
It’s bound to work. f*ck. It’s the exact opposite of our current position.
I felt like I could do better if I switched roles.
“Would you like to switch roles?”
“Yes, yes. OK.”
*
“＜‘Please! Get me out of here! Please send it to the arms of your beloved family’＞”
It was her youngest daughter Baek Dong-ha’s ambassador. In response, the Demon King bared her teeth and groaned.
“＜’Kreureung! Can’t go out You’re supposed to stay here with me for the rest of your life. Or, well, I have no choice but to eat the old man in your house.’＞”
“＜’Damn… Cruel man! It is truly a beast itself! Beast! Beast man! Fiend!’＞”
“…”
Suddenly, the demon king quickly closed the fairy tale book.
“… Stop reading?”
“Yes.”
“Aren’t books interesting?”
“No? These are the books I love so much… But I won’t read these with you. I feel weird.”
…Of course not. It’s as if you’re retelling what you did to me in this book.
“…But you are here. Why are you so good at acting the youngest daughter? Why are you so absorbed?”
“That, well.”
The demon king pulled my cheek with his thumb and forefinger. Just like I did with her earlier. Fortunately, the cheek did not come off.
“Suspicious…”
She glared at her, narrowing her red eyes. Still we sat so close that the breath from her pursed lips caught her face.
“Do you hate beasts?”
A random question. Actually speaking back. She wasn’t tired of asking if she didn’t like her.
“I like it.”
“The beast has locked it away. Still?”
“… Uh. How lonely the beast must have been all this time. It’s great that he survived alone.”
At that reply, the demon king’s eyes widened tremendously. Best ever.
…
I let go of the hand holding my cheek.
…
The demon king stared blankly for a while.
…
“Why is that…”
-Jureureuk
!!!!!
‘What, what!’
It’s shocking, like being hit by chain lightning in the heart. I almost did 5 somersaults. Aren’t tears suddenly dripping from the demon king’s eyes?
“Why is that! You!”
“Huh? What…?”
Without any warning, the demon king shed tears like a bottled water bottle with a hole.
-Wack!
I pulled off the covers, got out of bed, and ran to the door.
-Kiki! Rattle!
…
‘What is it? Did I make a mistake?’
But looking back on what I just said, I couldn’t find anything wrong with it.
‘…What should I do?’
I looked back on the last time the demon king cried. Then I quit. A night full of alcohol. Because it was a bad memory.
‘…Something was different from back then.’
I was so sad that I didn’t feel like crying.
‘Should I go…?’
Actually, for my own safety, it would be right not to go. Don’t even ask why I cried. That’s the way to live with the devil.
‘I left my children’s books behind.’
The books she loved. She hadn’t even read the other two books. Did it go well
-Sueuk.
I put my hand on the spot where she was staying. In the meantime, all the warmth had disappeared.
At that time.
-Titling! Tring! Tring!
It’s about to dawn. An intruder alarm sounded.
*
-Kiik.
When I opened the door and came out, an intruder had already entered the castle.
‘That man.’
White hair like snow. A man with an eyepatch on one eye and a red cloak. Arc Wizard of Fire, Nephilim. He had seen him talking to Dorothy before. In other words, I am acquainted with you.
“…You? The porter of the party of nine?”
The man who found me started talking to me.
“… Uh.”
“You were in a place like this. Your colleagues are looking for you.”
… What? Those women?
That’s true. That’s damn good news.
Tell him to eat some sh*t. It’s better to live here with the demon king for 1,000,000 years than going to your party again.
“Well… That’s great. Kill the devil I will take you too.”
… Try it if you can.
– Step by step.
At the end of the dark hallway, the demon king walked. Maybe he hadtily wiped away his tears, but his nose became a strawberry nose.
“… The volume of mana… You are a monster.”
The Nephilim who measured the power of the demon king said.
“She looks like a woman… But inside she is a demon. We go with full power from the beginning.”
He’s a fire dragon! As he shouted, five red magic circles were drawn simultaneously under his feet. This bastard is different from my enemies so far.
-Swoon!
The flames rising from the road surface coalesced in the air. And make the shape of a dragon. The dragon looks at the demon lord with burning eyes.
-Chack!
As soon as the man swung his staff, the fiery dragon flew towards the demon king.
“Damage!!”
My throat explodes without my knowledge. I screamed. At that moment, the Nephilim’s eyes met.
“No. Going home again.”
The demon king made an ice dragon without a chant. It was five times the size of the fire dragon the Nephilim had shot. The ice dragon opened its mouth wide and swallowed the fire dragon in one bite.
…
“!!!!”
The sense of reality disappeared from his eyes as he witnessed that the magic that would probably blow up a village in one fell swoop disappeared in an instant.
“Not yet, yet.”
After that, the Nephilim used the dragon three more times. At that chanting speed, even the magic formation unfolds. This man. Stronger than Dorothy.
But the opponent was not good.
“Stop shooting now.”
The devil made a finger. When trying to teleport.
-Wheek!
The tip of the man’s cane suddenly turned towards me.
– Flare Wheel!
!!!
Flare wheel. Its power is noticeably inferior to that of the fire dragon, but it has the fastest casting speed among fire magic. But why all of a sudden to me?
“Didn’t I tell her to avoid it earlier? It was one team. Come on, Demon King. What are you going to do now?”
-Shuuk
When the flare wheel came close enough that I could reach it with an arm’s length.
– Worse!
The demon king stood in my way and hit the magic with his bare hands.
“Ah…! Hot…”
The flames bounced off elsewhere.
“That, with your bare hands?”
I mean. Knock it off with your bare hands.
“I can’t do it anymore. You.”
-Shuuk
The demon king approached him in an instant by teleporting.
– Jjaak!
And it ended with a cannon ball-like slap. The Nephilim slammed into the wall, spitting out its teeth, just like the previous heroines. No matter how strong they were, everyone was equal before fighting.
– Sniff.
‘The smell of burning…’
!!!
The smelly side was my room. From there, fire spread in all directions.
“It’s on fire! Fire!”
“Yes. Are you okay. You can turn it off. It’s slow, though.”
– Perfect
As she flicked her palms, the flames slowly began to die out.
‘… He’s calm.’
Come to think of it, there are sparse burn marks all over the castle. Is this not so rare?
A cleanly washed carpet being stepped on by soil-stained feet, being stabbed by an assailant’s knife, and cherished pottery being broken… Ah, this is me. Anyway, I think it’s really hard that these things are daily life for her.
Wait a minute.
In my room.
‘Ah, no.’
There was something inside that the fire couldn’t reach. I ran to my door without thinking long.
-Pajajajak!
I kicked the wooden door open.
‘I told you not to touch the fire!’
-Roar!
The room where the demon extinguishing magic had not yet reached was filled with flames.
“Oh! Why are you like this! If you wait, it turns off by itself!”
I went inside, ignoring her voice that stopped me from entering my burning room.
!!!
Storybooks already engulfed in flames. Fortunately, the blanket next to it was fine, so I wrapped the storybook in the blanket and came out.
-Tadadat!
Run out like that. I shouted at the demon king.
“Ha ha… Uh… Hey! Turn this off!”
“Huh? Huh…”
A blue light came out of the demon king’s hand and extinguished all the lights in the children’s books I brought.
…
Blackly scorched papers. The other two books of Peter Pan, Pinocchio, and Beauty and the Beast, which I had read before, were also in ashes and I could not recognize them.
…
-Restly…
A blank gaze turned to the flames remaining on the wall. Embers slowly extinguished by her magic. How many times have you ridden it? This place.
…
“Can’t you get this back?”
This is an obvious and stupid question. But I wanted to ask. If it was her, if it were her, maybe it would be possible. It was a blind expectation.
“…Yes.”
“…”
My heart ached.
Wouldn’t she even be allowed to read a fairy tale book by herself? Should I just come in and trample, crush, and burn?
“Gwa, it’s okay…! I read a lot already. I remember everything…”
With a trembling voice, she said one word with strength. But the hand I swung to protect me earlier. I couldn’t hide the fact that even my burnt hands were shaking.
“This is fine too.”
And put a heel on her own hand. The wound healed surprisingly quickly. She wished with all her heart that if she could, she would use her heels for the broken heart.
“…I’m fine. Therefore…”
The demon king came and grabbed my hand tightly.
“Don’t look so sad. Huh? I’ll make the room again when the lights go out.”
… In this situation.
Why are you trying to soothe my mood?
Why?
Are you afraid I’ll say I’m out of love with this place?
-Sabujak. Sabjak.
The demon king is picking up a fairy tale book that has become ashes with his hand.
…
She has no obligation to make her feel better and no benefit from it.
‘But.’
I felt dirty. The demon king’s face I want to see is not one that looks like he’s going to cry any minute, but a bright smile.
“You know.”
“… Huh?”
The demon king, who was collecting pieces of a children’s book, looked up at me.
“I will write it again.”
“… Huh? What?”
“Children’s books. I’ll write it again. I. All the way forward.”
“…”
…
She bit her lower lip.
-Duk, Duk.
The flames that cover the castle can be extinguished, but there seems to be no magic to stop the tears from flowing. Her today made her cry twice.
“…Sniff. Sniff.”
Wack.
I show off my crying face as much as I want, but I turn my head away as if I’m trying to pretend.
The demon king put down the paper in his hand.
– Tak, Tak.
I even brushed off all the ashes with hand claps. It seems that there is no longer any lingering attachment to burnt children’s books.
“… Over there.”
The flames were almost all out. She floated her rhyme in a pensive voice.
“What is a better word than good?”
“… That would be the best thing to say.”
“Then I like you.”
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