57 – Secret Box
“Demeter’s Protection, Titan’s Head, Dark Veil…”
As usual in the morning, the demon king puts buffs on paper cranes. Somehow excited, she told me.
“You know. Do I have a great secret?”
“… What is it?”
She answered in a low voice, avoiding her gaze. I am still afraid to face her.
“I can’t tell you! It’s a huge secret.”
‘…Then don’t tell me in the first place.’
-Wack
-Wack
…
“Why do you keep avoiding my eyes?”
The demon king asked with his red eyes wide open.
“… It’s not.”
-Gee
Even if you try not to be conscious, there is no way to do anything about the demon king’s red eyes piercing your heart.
…
The aftermath of yesterday’s horror game scandal remains. For some reason, the kimchi stew tastes like blood.
‘What is a secret?’
…
Are you kidding me for playing in her clutches yesterday?
Do you think I don’t know anything, contemplating from a distance and messing around?
If that’s the case, it’s a serious evil.
‘… Ha ha.’
Wouldn’t it be better to just ask the devil?
– You know. By any chance, you cleared Anybell once… You weren’t talking to talk to me all night, right?
…
-Angel
Taaang!
… No way.
The reason I don’t ask openly is not because I’m afraid of her.
Her fact Her Most of the things that were buried without being able to ask her were because they could hurt her.
Loneliness, for example, was like not asking why I was stuck in the tower all the time while burning so much.
…
‘Can I ask you something like this?’
Yes. She and i are friends Isn’t it possible to run parallel lines side by side in a relationship that is forever enveloped in a veil? If you want to raise a bear, you must know the strength of your paws, and if you want to raise a wolf, you must know the sharpness of your fangs.
She’s not asking for anything very dark, and if she’s a little honest, my anxiety will go away.
It is revealed as if it sprouts from a drought, but I want to clearly show the eerie side of the cute demon king.
…
Hmmm, clearing his throat while clearing his throat, the demon king, who had been feeding a bean to the snout of a paper crane, turned around.
“You know. Are you our friend?”
“Sure, then. A dear friend.”
“How much?”
“Um… What can I say… Ah! Okay! Let’s say we’re stuck on the 100th floor of the tower.”
I’m actually locked up.
“But if there is only one can of beans left, I will give it to you. Lol.”
“…Then what do you eat?”
“… Hee hee. I’m fine.”
, She sparingly poured me her kimchi stew. … Dirty. I don’t even need to.
… Anyway, the preliminary preparations are over. Go Baek Dong-ha.
“But you know. That game yesterday.”
“Huh? Oh, is there a ghost coming out? Anybel?”
“Have you actually cleared that before?”
“…”
…
-Gulp
She expected an answer that would come back lightly if she threw it lightly like a catch ball, but her delayed response created tension. Also, the smell of her familiar battlefield passed her nose.
… So what are we going to do? Devil? You said you wouldn’t lie to me
“… Don’t you know? I am. Like clear.”
… You pretend you don’t know?
“Is the secret you mentioned related to Anybelle? Well, like the number of clears.”
“…”
“…”
“… No way. I can’t tell you because it’s a secret.”
*
We sat down to play Little Farm after dinner.
‘What, what?’
The 200 king potatoes in the warehouse are empty.
The demon king told me that he had taken out 50 of them to buy golden carrot juice, but there were 150 more empty.
“…”
How can you do this when you know the value of 150 Potatoes? Shouldn’t you at least write it down in the ledger and take it with you?
“You know.”
“Yes.”
The Demon King, who was combing the red horse’s hair, answered.
“Didn’t you see the king potato in the warehouse? 200.”
“…Mo, don’t you know?”
…
Let’s be patient. Be patient
I am the one who destroyed her Martian city. It is inconsistent to protest by picking potatoes.
‘I just need to dig for a few more hours.’
After purchasing the golden hoe, the harvesting speed has improved dramatically. Also, thinking about my character who will be hoeing in the scorching sun for a while, I got annoyed, but what can I do? That this is the life of a serf.
*
Huh?
No.
The golden hoe that I put in my inventory has disappeared.
-Wack
The devil’s character who followed my character with an innocent expression.
-Tadadat
– Knock!
I quickly passed the demon king’s character and entered her house.
… As expected.
Aren’t there two golden calves that you haven’t seen before?
…
This bastard?
This crosses the line. Even if I am a subordinate slave.
“Didn’t you see the golden hoe?”
“I didn’t see it.”
“…Is the secret related to the golden hoe?”
“… I can’t say that. It’s a secret.”
…
Why are there so many things to hide? Very f*ckin’ the chicest thing in the world.
Isn’t yesterday and today too much? I was induced to play a horror game that almost scared me, so I couldn’t sleep, and I stole my potatoes and hoe. In fact, she hadn’t said anything for a while, but it was very likely her design to become a Little Farm serf.
Repeated daily looting, we can’t wait any longer.
‘I didn’t want to go this far either.’
“I’ll go to the bathroom.”
“Yes. Go quickly.”
-Turbuck, turbuck
Returning to my room, I took out the mayonnaise cap I had put in the crack in the wall. What the demon king found when he emptied his castle in the past. Something I kept because I thought it could be used as a material for negotiations. Now is the time to use it.
Even though I have committed sins against you, I cannot go over with such violence without retaliation.
If you’re scratching childishly like that, I have an idea too. Preparations for the Dongha Peasant Movement are over.
*
“Huh? What are you?!”
The devil’s eyes lit up when he saw the treasure chest I had brought in. The treasure chest was just a small box in the warehouse that was lightly painted with crayons.
“Ah, this is a secret box that contains my treasure.”
“… Bi, secret box!? Show me too!”
-Tadadat!
The Great Demon King of Cool Chic came running and stretched out his hand.
-Wack
I’m not even sure.
But before it could be caught by her white hands, it jerked the treasure chest out of orbit.
“No.”
“Why, why?”
“You don’t know what a secret box is?”
“… Huh?”
“Couldn’t it be? How can you not know about the secret box when you become a demon king? I am not a loner with no friends.”
Embarrassment is quickly revealed on the face of the lonely Demon King.
“… Oh, no. I know. Secret box.”
“Yes. Then you know that you shouldn’t be forced to look into your friend’s secret box. You can’t call that a friend.”
“… Ugh… Yeah. Everything, of course.”
That’s it. With this, the demon lord can’t deceive me with hallucinations, pretend to catch flies, or shoot chain lightning. Force is a complete blockade.
Now.
I gently opened the secret box and gestured to see the contents. Of course, there is only a lid of mayonnaise inside.
“Wow, my treasure is so nice.”
As I put my eyes on her in the box for a while and rolled around, she sneaked up on me with a curious look on her face without taking her eyes off her.
-Turup
However, the secret box closes without fail. The demon king, who had only been looking at the box, was startled and quickly turned his gaze to another place and smoked something else.
“… Why are you so close? Isn’t that a bad idea?”
“… No.”
Don’t think my streak will end here. Devil. Because the weight of the potatoes that he induced me to play a horror game and plucked during that time is by no means light.
“Oh, yes. Let me introduce you. My new friend. It’s Rangple Gangk.”
“…Ugh. Chi, friend?”
“I have to say hello. You also.”
“… Hello.”
Just as the demon king did to the paper crane, I touched the head of Langplegank, and the demon king came out with a bitter expression and looked at Langplegank alternately.
“Ah, it’s Langplegank. Would you like to be secret friends with me?”
It may look like a madman to anyone, but I talked to Langplegank as the usual demon king did.
“Now, look at this. Are you sick?”
“Uh, what? Why did you show the secret box to Rangple Gangk!?”
The demon king jumped up and said.
“Yes, it is because this and I are ‘secret friends’.”
“So, what about me?”
“You are just a friend. Because you don’t even tell me secrets.”
“…”
*
As expected, they were the strongest demons, so they didn’t just stand still and get beaten up. It counterattacked with an obvious technique that did not deviate from expectations in the slightest.
-Sizzle Sizzle
Meat grilled on a pan while showing off its fighting power. Even if I smell it in my room, I can accurately gauge the demon king’s childish means.
*
“Kee hee hee! This is the secret meat! It’s only given to secret friends… I’ll give it to you if you become secret friends with me too!”
The demon king, who baked the last piece of pork belly, said.
“It’s okay. This is enough for me and Langplegank.”
And I ate the canned beans that the demon king gave me. I don’t know if it was a few months ago, but now I don’t risk my life for food enough to throw everything into a single piece of pork belly and run.
“… Gee, really? Is this pork belly?”
“Yes. I can’t help it. I’m only secretly friends with Langplegank. Ah, it’s Langplegank. Do beans taste good? Shall we eat quickly and play with the secret box?”
“…”
The demon king put a large piece of pork belly in his mouth and mumbled. It is the expression of chewing on any kind of rubber band.
*
While he was sewing the head of the dinosaur doll, the demon king approached him with his hands behind him. It looks like he’s hiding something.
“Uh-huh! Whoops. Tada, what is this?”
The demon king puts down something that looks similar to the box I made earlier in front of me as I am sewing. There are traces of it being sloppily painted with crayons.
“…Well.”
“Don’t be surprised? This is my secret box.”
“I see. That’s great.”
“Kee hee hee! If you become secret friends with me, you will know what is inside my secret box…”
“Ah, it’s Langplegank. Shall we give you a ride this time?”
Then he swung the Wrangler Gangk and burned the plane.
“How is it? Wasn’t it nice to be with my treasure?”
“Hey, over there. Aren’t you curious about my treasure?”
“Yes. Are you okay. You and I are not even secret friends, so it can’t be helped.”
“… Just do it! Secret friend! I will…”
“It’s okay.”
Then the demon king, sullen, took the box he had brought and went out again.
*
A bed in my room.
“Let’s look this way…”
I spoke to Langplegank while completely turning my back on the demon king.
“What? Trash can? Then I’ll roast it whole.”
He is talking to himself like a madman and is talking to Langple Gangk. It would be astounding to see a kid who had served in the military hugging a doll. However, it seems that the effect on the demon lord is outstanding.
“This, Imoogi…”
“Can you be quiet? The two of us are having a conversation with Ranple Gank. What if I tell you?”
“… Whoops.”
“Ah, I’m tired of repeating the ending.”
At those words, the demon lord lit up. The evidence of this is the slight trembling of expectations.
I’m not even sure. There is still a dead end left.
“It’s Langplegank. Shall we play ‘new game’ together?”
“…Ah! New, new game!?”
“It’s a game called …”
Like a psychopath, he explained the rules of the game in whispers to Ranple Gangk. Of course, it is the demon king who listens with his ears open.
“If you go to the market, if you go to the market, there are strawberries.”
“…Bars and bananas…”
When the demon king answered, I turned my head back and glared.
“I’m sorry…The two of us are playing a game. Will you please stop interfering?”
“…”
“Come on, Langplegank. Shall we play a new game every day, just the two of us?”
“….!!!”
“If you go to the market, if you go to the market…”
-Burrr
“There are also bananas.”
-Burrr
“There are also eggplants.”
…
“Do you have strawberries…?”
Wait a minute.
What is this tremor?
…
-Wack
Looking back at her, she was sobbing, her tears dripping with her snot.
*
“Sorry!!! Sorry!!! Please don’t cry!”
“Ugh, heeuk… Letters… Ugh. Do… Uhh… Uh… Uhhh… Hig.”
“What’s wrong! Just hit me… No way! f*ck you!”
-Beep
-Tadadat
I jumped off the bed and rolled over. He brought a handkerchief and wiped the devil’s face. Her cheeks were red, her nose was red, and even the whites of her eyes were all red.
“Sniff, sniff, never again… Uhhh… I’ll never take a potato again… Black… Carrots… Sniff, two spoons a week… Black… To eat… And… Sniff… Anybelle…”
“No! Buy whatever you want to drink. Let’s go buy a golden calf tomorrow. Huh? You don’t have to eat the damn carrots!”
“Hey… Uhhh… Give me… Uhhh.”
“What?”
“… Sniff… Write… My side… Sniff… Look at me…”
*
“Sniff… Tomato… Sniff, there.”
The demon king, who had been crying like a powerful alarm clock for a long time, finally stopped crying. Now, with a paper crane hanging around my neck and a lid of mayonnaise from my secret box, I hold it tightly in my hand, wearing a mask at the market. Lang Plagank was kicked by her again and turned into her porridge. Sorry.
‘… I just won’t even get my money’s worth.’
She promised her a tribute of five cups of her golden carrot juice and a golden calf to earn her forgiveness. It’s all self-employed.
“Sniff… Are you secret friends with me now?”
The demon king asked in an uncertain tone.
“Yeah… that’s right.”
“Only with me?”
“Only with you.”
…
I couldn’t figure it out after all.
In addition to the last Little Farm account deletion, this Anybell all-nighter trap.
Is it all the devil’s design or not… I can’t tell now. The truth has disappeared into the depths of history.
‘… I want to ask.’
I realized how great it was when I tried it myself. The devil who induced me to play a horror game when I was scared and trembled by deleting the account of the ultra-wealthy Little Farm.
…If everything is according to her design.
Maybe the reason is loneliness after all. Bitter loneliness. What could be the reason otherwise?
‘…Because I’m lonely.’
With that thought, the resentment that had been seething like lava earlier disappeared like melting snow. Because it was the part I decided to fill in the future.
The white hands wrapped around the demon king’s back are tightly bound. Like you never want to let go again.
“… Um, over there. A secret friend.”
The Demon King looked up at me. Her tears were smeared, but her beauty was not diminished in the slightest.
“Yes.”
“… If you’re a secret friend… Do you have to tell all your secrets?”
…
If I say yes here, will I know the devil’s secret?
…
I don’t want to do that. Serious secrets that the demon king was clumsy but struggled to cover. I have no intention of breaking through them. For a moment, her selfish loneliness gave rise to a childish desire for revenge.
“No. It doesn’t matter.”
“…Yes.”
“…”
“Now, wait a minute.”
The demon king, who was snugly in my arms, got off the bed and ran out of the door. And brought her own secret box she showed me earlier.
“…Open it.”
… To show that you are her secret friend.
“Thank you.”
-Tap
When I opened the box, there was a scarf. It’s not even cold, so what kind of scarf is that?
“… What is this?”
“… hehehe. I knit it while you sleep. The last time we went camping, you didn’t like getting it on your neck, did you?”
…
“Is this what a secret is?”
“Yes! Hee hee I was originally going to give it to you later. Since you showed me the secret box today, I’m giving it to you too.”
…
The scarf was wrapped around his neck. It was sloppy but warm. It wouldn’t be a long time when she was camping… It must have been possible because she lived her day twice as much.
… This all night.
I felt extremely guilty about what happened earlier. Are you bullying this kid? I am a grown-up. No, just kidding
“… You know.”
“Huh?”
“Shall we go to Little Farm? Until late tonight.”
“That’s okay!? Are you sleeping?”
“It’s okay. Let’s go.”
She is on the first day of school. I dragged my arm into the game room excitedly, like an elementary school student whose vacation was extended by a day due to heavy snowfall.
*
… Huh?
“Huh? What’s the matter?”
The demon king, whose tension rose at the Little Farm that was open at night, asked.
“… No. I’m sorry.”
“What?”
“Let’s go buy a golden calf.”
Looking at the golden hoe I forgot to leave in the corner of the warehouse, my guilt only grew.