39 – Writer’s Grievance
As usual, I walked out to the kitchen rubbing my foggy eyes. It smelled of roasted sesame seeds.
– Haaam.
“Are you awake?”
“Uh. What’s for breakfast?”
“Eggs.”
“Boiled?”
“Baked.”
Not bad for breakfast. If you add it to the salad you ate yesterday, you will be very tired.
In the past few days, my concerns about protein intake have almost disappeared. It was a sense of liberation, as if I had thrown off the shackles I had been wearing for years after coming to this world.
“I’ll wash up and come back.”
“Yes. Come fast. Don’t forget to turn off the faucet?”
“Uh.”
-Turbuck, turbuck
In the bathroom mirror, I met my eyes with a handsome looking guy. He seems to have been eating meat well lately, and his skinny physique has gained some weight.
-Kirik
Come into the bathroom and turn on the faucet. It’s rusted, but it’s easier if you wind it half a turn, half a turn, and then turn it.
-Joljoljoljol
-Eopooeofu
– Tak, Tak
‘Ah, that’s right.’
I forgot to use up the soap again. I can’t help it. Today, I’m just washing my face…
…Um?
Wait a minute.
The hair all over the body stood on end.
*
What is so damn natural?
“What are you doing… Baek Dong-ha bastard.”
I said to the fool in the mirror. Not an impoverished porter who lived with dark circles, but an ordinary, sturdy man in his early 20s who could be found anywhere. It’s a carefree face that can’t be found in worry.
“… Aren’t you going home? Will you live here for the rest of your life?”
The words of the idiot who looked in the mirror and talked to himself from the wind in the morning were the truth. As fun and peaceful days continue, we forget the essence.
‘…But.’
…
How to return.
…
To kill the Demon King.
The past few days. I got very close to the Demon King. Enough to be friends.
I don’t hate the devil. To be honest, it’s a little too good. In other words, in this world, he is my favorite being.
The blind hatred of the demon lord that the residents of this place have. I don’t have anything like that. No, it wasn’t from the beginning.
I just jumped on the public outrage in order to go home. I only knew that the demon king was an evil and cruel being, but as I had not grown up learning the history of this place, I did not have the slightest bit of hostility. Exactly, I wasn’t interested.
…
‘How nice he is… Without even seeing him in person.’
I realized once again how scary crowd psychology is.
If living alone on top of her tower, making dolls for dinosaurs, and making kimchi from cabbage farming is a sin, then I will terrorize this country’s legislature with her potato bombs instead of her.
…
‘…What should I do?’
The Demon King is definitely my friend. She doesn’t want her dead or injured.
But then I can’t go back to the original world. The last few months she has been with her. There were times when I almost died, and there were times when I was exhausted, but now I feel much more comfortable than the years I have spent in this world.
Even so, can she put her and my homecoming on the scale? Just because she’s her friend… Can I throw everything away and spend eternity here with her?
‘That’s…’
No.
…
Maybe you can find it if you look carefully. Another way…
‘… Ha…’
“f*ck.”
…
Isn’t it because there was no other way to participate in the demon lord subjugation while struggling under the dog-like personality of the party members?
‘… It’s frustrating.’
-What are you doing! You have to eat it while it’s hot!
The demon king called me from the kitchen beyond the bathroom door.
…
I didn’t want to put an end to the worries I’m having right now. Whatever it is, it’s not something that can be decided by my weak hands.
For now, I want to be a person without a plan.
“Go now!”
-Kiririk
I turned off the faucet. At the same time, my troubles, which had been springing up randomly, were stopped.
*
“How is it?”
“…Just an egg?”
“How about…”
“I am suing you. It tasted good.”
“……. How is it?”
“It is so delicious that all the tigers in the world will melt and become butter.”
– Took.
The spoon she was scooping the egg from fell out of her hand.
“Mmm, cool! Those words… so good… so!”
Okay. It’s the best compliment she knows. Must be good It is an expression used in the masterpiece of a great Japanese writer.
“I’ll give you more of mine!”
After that, pick a bunch of carrots from the salad and put them on top. Thank you so damn much
-Ting, Ting
“You know, you know. A children’s book?”
She asks, tapping the plate with her spoon.
“On the other hand, I wrote it all.”
“Whoa, whoa. So fast? Amazing!”
…
‘You made it. What an idiot.’
Last night
After eating ice cream. She dragged me to say something. For some reason, the ominous premonition came true. There is a desk in my room, and I am told to write there. I already had all the paper and pens.
-… Write it right now?
-Yes. I’ll write whatever you wrote! Anything! Because everything is good Write comfortably!
It was just a mistake to lock him up and ask him to write. Even the sudden acceleration is very similar.
-How far did you write it?
-How far did you write it?
I haven’t slept since then, and he periodically visits the door to inquire about my progress.
Anyway… I didn’t promise. Baek Dong-ha, the man. Keep what you promise yourself Except for paper cranes, making clothes, and photography.
What’s wrong with children’s fairy tales? Wouldn’t it be better to just put the animals in moderation and give them a lesson?
I wanted to soothe her heart as soon as all the books she had cherished were burned. And I wanted to see her happy face while reading a fairy tale.
– Wow! I love it! Me five times! No, I want to read it a hundred times!
Just imagining it made my father smile. So I don’t feel like I wrote it in a hurry.
“Here I am.”
She handed her her debut book, written yesterday.
“Wow… thanks.”
She opens her children’s book and reads it excitedly before she finishes eating. Like a child who has entered a treasure trove, she reads frantically.
‘… It’s worth writing even in a hurry. Whoops.’
It was very sweet to eat while watching her face reading with great enthusiasm. It slid down her throat like greased boiled eggs. Later, when she gives birth to a daughter, she thinks it would be nice to write a book herself.
“… hahahaha. So much fun…”
“Kiyaaa!!”
– Pooh!
– Coke! Kek…!
She was startled by her shouting and almost spewed an egg that went down her throat. Could that be the cry of the berserk dragon? It seems like some Archeopteryx is crying right in front of you.
“What’s the matter again…”
“What is this!!! Huh? What a children’s book this is!”
“What?”
“Bad! This is not a book! I’m sorry, tree!”
…?!
“What…?”
“Oooh! Write again! I’m writing again!”
No… Why is that?
“…Even if there’s something you don’t like…”
“Hey hey!”
The demon lord, who was furious, held my debut piece and pushed it in front of her face. Because of his trembling hands, even the letters trembled.
[Hee hee. Today I ate round carrots. Someday, I have to get out of here and find freedom.]
[Hee hee. Today I ate triangular carrots. After all, it is easier to chew than round ones.]
…
‘…Isn’t it okay?’
I took the title of a popular novel when I was on Earth, and she wrote her favorite donkey as the main character.
Is it different from mass-produced children’s books, such as idiots, that my masterpiece containing a donkey’s thirst for freedom is less than a block of plagiarism typefaces?
“Not so good…?”
Covered her old poem and asked her.
“How can you escape! No country can concede just this time. Write again!”
‘So when did you give in!’
Oh, there is one. Twins yesterday.
“I will seal this monster! Leave it to me!”
She spread her arms in her shaking pupil. A dark aura surrounds her. God damn it Eight magic circles formed at her feet.
– Damn it!
Then the atmosphere began to crack like stoned windows.
– Clink!
Something like a black devil’s hand came out of the crack. Just like that, she took the old poem in her hand and disappeared into the other side of her dimension again.
“… With this, the world is safe. I sealed it in the warehouse of darkness.”
A demon king who looks like Superman who stopped the meteorite. Cham also handles it in its own way.
…
‘This bastard?’
It may not suit your taste, how can you disparage other people’s work so much? After reading all the f*cking plagiarisms?
…
I’ll let you know.
Attitude towards handling other people’s work.
-Tap
Hold the end of the corner of the table.
-Wow!
I flipped over.
“Kyaaak!”
As the table overturned, all the colorful food she placed on it tumbled in the air. A beautifully decorated salad slammed into the wall, and boiled eggs rolled across the floor.
“You, why are you…”
“You understand now? What does it mean to ruin other people’s work?”
-Tap
I pinched her chewy cheeks and lifted her up. The little white feet raised her tiptoes accordingly.
“You talk a lot, don’t you? This damn glutinous rice cake.”
“I’m lost… I’m sorry…”
“If I’m sorry, is it all over?”
“Ha… Hadi don’t…”
“What? What do you mean not to do? Listen carefully. I will teach you a lesson now.”
I picked up a carrot from my plate that had fallen on the floor with a fork.
-Cock, cock, cock
I took three shots.
“Oh, do it.”
“Whoops… Whoops. Seer…”
A demon king who keeps his big mouth shut and walks left and right.
“Ah, do it. If you don’t, I’ll break off with you.”
“Ughhhhh.
The demon king, who was trembling at the word breaking off relations, reluctantly opened his mouth.
-Suuk!
!!!
“Oops! Ooh ooh..!!”
She lets out a scream of pain as I insert her carrot.
“Chew and eat! It’s good for you!”
“…Huh… Crunchy… Uhhh… Crunchy. Heeep.”
“Puff.”
“… Pop.”
Of course, when raising a child, you must properly mix sticks and carrots.
… But in this case, is it a whip? Is it a carrot?
“Was it wrong?”
“Sniff… Yeah. I was bad.”
“Then what should I do now?”
“From now on, I will become a good demon king who cherishes things made by others.”
“Yes. That’s nice.”
…
“… Hey, what are you thinking?”
The Demon King asked.
“… The contents of the next children’s book.”
“You made a promise to me and wrote it loosely, right? Did I do something wrong or not?”
“I was wrong.”
“Then what should I do now?”
“… Cherish your promises… Be a good friend… I’ll take good care of you.”
“Yes. Be nice I’ll leave the point of view of the omniscient donkey for now. Let’s eat this and work hard, shall we? Now, ah, do it.”
“… Ah.”
She puts a carrot with a fork into my gaping mouth. Take three shots.