60 – Exchange Diary
“Awesome.”
“Right!?”
The demon king hung the picture frame he made in the kitchen.
I put the portrait we drew the other day on a trip like a photograph and hung it on the wall. Of course, unlike me who drew it well, the picture she drew resembles a space monster. When she first handed it to me, I got used to it after looking at my f*cking picture, which made me wonder if it was a duel.
‘That time was fun.’
The finale of the trip was a bit depressing, but the trip was definitely enjoyable. I looked at the demon king. As usual in the morning, the demon lord puts buffs on paper cranes.
…
‘If you apply a buff to the origami crane, the time it takes to turn into a game is accelerated…’
It was bullsh*t. It was a long time ago, so my memory is a bit fuzzy, but it was during the picture quiz. Even back then, I was thinking every moment to avoid being killed by the demon king… Come to think of it, there aren’t many dangerous moments these days.
“Let’s hit it with rock-paper-scissors.”
“Yes. Chew.”
*
In the meantime, the demon king, who had been gradually avoiding violent bets, suddenly applied for a dark duel, risking his life at the table, as if his morality had suddenly deteriorated.
“… Do you really want to see blood? Let’s just eat.”
“Look at today’s menu.”
I turned my head down at her words, and there was beef jerky in between the canned beans. The long-haired guy brought it the other day.
“Jerky bean stir-fry. One has seven jerky and one has three. You know what I mean?”
“…But will it be okay? Even if you see Rock Paper Scissors?”
“What are you talking about? Have you already forgotten yesterday’s humiliation?”
I sure did lose to her in her rock-paper-scissors for the first time yesterday.
“I’m sorry, but your world is over. I figured out all your patterns.”
It seems that the demon king exploded a celebration by chewing the cud all night alone again because he won rock paper scissors yesterday.
“Did I owe you a lot? I will probably never forget the , , And For the rest of my life…”
“I told you to do all of that…”
“Umm. No belated excuses needed. Excuses are the worst.”
The gist was that he would repay the debt he had suffered over the years with the rock-paper-scissors he had mastered yesterday.
“Are you okay? You’ve been robbed of rock paper scissors all this time.”
I showed a warning sign to the demon king who was about to open the lion’s den by himself.
“Uh-huh. Did you think that provocations that only work for kids like that would work on me? Naive.”
“Oh, it’s a stegosaurus.”
“Oh, where!? Where, where?”
“Oh, I misunderstood. So what are you betting on?”
“Yes. Whoever wins the rock-paper-scissors game wins the jackpot. The first person to hit five will eat this stir-fried beef jerky. How is it?”
“Okay. Turn off all the Titan Machine buffs.”
“No need to turn it off. You’re not going to hit me anyway.”
*
“Oooh… Sniffle.”
“Should I stop hitting you?”
“… You look at me as if I’m not good right now…”
-Taaah!
She just hit me when she was talking gibberish to make it less painful. Her red eyes widen and fall out as I climb behind her. After her fifth bombardment, her forehead burned red for the first time in a long time.
‘… It’s still the same.’
She thought he had grown up or less violent since he hadn’t been betting on rats lately.
“Oohhhhh”
All canceled. That b*tch who grabbed her forehead and rolled on her floor was just losing to me the whole time and getting hit, so I didn’t bet. Yesterday, once you gave it a chance, it immediately exposed its fangs. After all, there is no good demon king in the world.
“Then I’ll take the stir-fried beans filled with beef jerky. Like a gentleman.”
“… Oh, no.”
Before she could say anything, she quickly put the spoon she had been sucking into her mouth and rubbed it into the stir-fried beans full of beef jerky.
“You too, stop roaming around and come and eat.”
“… Whoops.”
Rubbing her forehead with one hand, she sits in her chair and rubs her jerky bean stir.
“… What is that under the beans?”
“… My, I didn’t know how to lose.”
She Stir-fried beans of her losers placed in front of her. Beneath the beans lay countless carrots. You bastard, he thought he’d win, and he thought he’d make me a carrot-stuffed one.
“This, you know. Would you like to eat a carrot as a courtesy to the enemy?”
‘Go away.’
*
“Joyful things always come to an end. Maybe that’s why it’s more valuable.”
In the end, she left all the carrots behind and left me to eat them. On that subject, she puts her arm on the window sill and pretends to be an adult, holding onto her dog form.
…
“…Would you like to go bubbling? I’ll give you all the golden candy.”
“Yes! OK! I won’t say anything else later…”
The demon lord said everything at once after just saying it. Hmmm, as if I wanted to, I rectified her voice and set her mood again.
“Let’s write our exchange diary. I’m checking every evening. Actually, I’ve been writing since morning. Hee hee how is it?”
“… How is it?”
I felt rejected at the word prosecutor. I’m still struggling with the deadline for his children’s book, but I didn’t want to increase my responsibility any more. It was better to simply chat with the demon lord and play some games before going to sleep like now.
“Even if I don’t have that, I won’t miss every day I spend with you.”
He hit a greasy comment that Nine liked. To do this again Still, at that time, I wanted to bite my tongue and die every time I did it, but strangely, now it’s a little better than then.
“… Really?”
She looked into my eyes as she was swept away by a wave of deep emotion.
“So, how many bowls of kimchi stew did you eat here?”
…
“What?”
“How many bowls of kimchi stew did you eat here!?”
She asked, her face swollen with anticipation.
…
Ttoraya.
“…Who counts that?”
“… What? Why do not you know? After eating it so well… I scraped it all the way to the bottom and ate it! That’s seventy-two bowls!”
She jumped up. She’s like a woman berates her husband for forgetting her wedding anniversary.
“So, then… what was the second question I gave you in the picture quiz before us?”
The demon king with an expression of disbelief asks.
“…”
I know the first quiz. It was a seagull She said it was a bastard sword, but she corrected it with a cold face and said it was a seagull.
Second? What was the second one?
It was already several months ago. No wonder I can’t remember…
“… Typhon?”
“No! No! That’s the fourth! And it’s not tupon, it’s chocolate cake! Hey!”
The Great King of Memory strode forward with a face full of loss. And he said this with the face of the last hope.
“I have to answer this question thoroughly. No matter how much the country is, I can’t concede any more.”
“… Uh.”
“How many times have you hugged me this week?”
…
No, it’s Chewtangguri. How do you know that I kept holding it from time to time.
…
I tried my best to remember. I hugged her almost once before going to bed… I hugged her once when she was bubbling a few days ago… Oh, I think I hugged her when I peeled the golden potatoes the other day… No. Did you just high-five back then?
…
“Fourteen times?”
“…”
She opened her eyes sadly at her answer after worrying as much as possible.
-Sseudam ssdam
Then he started stroking the origami crane. It’s like the scene from a morning drama, ‘Hey, Daddy doesn’t love us anymore. Now I only trust my mother.”
No, is this about that much?
“…Yes. We were like dinosaur dolls that you don’t even remember how many times we hugged you.”
Put on a show…
After soothing her origami crane, she came over and asked with her bright eyes.
“Exchange diary… Let’s write it for just one day today. Huh?”
“Yes, okay.”
*
This is how I picked up the pen.
After picking cabbage, sewing dolls, and iron fists (ban magic), I have to submit the exchange diary as promised.
-Crash square
Exchange diary.
I am also a woman, so I have this kind of sensitivity.
“I’m done! Hee hee. Not there yet?”
“It’s over.”
“Yes! Don’t be burdened and use it comfortably!”
Excited by the new content, she jumped up and asked.
-Crash square
*
“Come on! Here! Yours too!”
“Come on.”
The exchange diary I handed over to you! Soon after, she lay down on her bed and began to read.
Then I will read…
!!!
What is this long tower?
—
This diary is written in real time.
First day!
Still before my friend wakes up. I entered the warehouse and took out a picture frame that I had been making little by little for a few days. Tuk-tuk, dust off and wipe the glass. Cool
I took a deep breath and inserted the picture I got after defeating my friend by water thrower on the last trip (he never looked at it). I made a frame to fit the size, but my hands were shaking because I was afraid that the size would be different. I mean, there’s only this glass.
The result is…
Just right! I was so happy that I almost boasted about waking my friend up with the berserk dragon’s cry! Maybe he’ll understand when he sees this frame! Later though. Is it okay to show it later? As an adult, I held back and glanced over the list of games to play today.
While choosing between 12 games, I came to the conclusion that rock, paper, paper, scissors would be better, as I beat my friend at the end. Yesterday I won very lightly, but today I don’t know what will happen again. I went back to my room and practiced with scissors, rock, and paper on my sleeping friend’s hand for a while. While I was doing that, my friend’s merciless beating on my forehead and buttocks and alligator bitten fingers seemed to hurt. Bad guy.
Then you have to make a bait to attract them with a rock-paper-scissors bet. Of course, my friend loves playing games with me, but it’s even more fun with prizes at stake! Contemplating, I made beef jerky and stir-fried beans.
Surely my friends would say, ‘Wow! Stir-fried Jerky Beans! Jerky Bean Stir-fry! It must be delicious!’ He seemed to like it. Oh! I’m even feeding carrots to the guy whose forehead is red after getting hit by my beating. This is such a great idea. If you put it under the beans, you won’t be able to see it, right? He’s been making me cry lately. So sooner or later you’ll be ringing. The debt owed must be paid off. I’m going to go make rice now.
“…”
This is my diary, this is my field trip report.
I haven’t even read half of the diary yet. Below that, I wrote down my thoughts on pulling cabbage today, what I lacked when making iron fists, and what I need to improve, and I wrote down all the combos I wrote today. Regarding the dinner, it is written that he doesn’t even eat rice, but what I ate deliciously.
Crazy b*tch.
-Wack
I looked back at the demon king.
Your expression is not good. Could this be the end? With a smile on his face, he continued to flip through his desolate diary. Then her eyes met hers as she opened her viper eyes.
“… My diary is a bit simpler than yours, isn’t it?”
She let out an empty laugh at my cautious question.
“…”
-Chabak Chabak
The demon king is approaching.
-Chuck
I showed the exchange diary I had written in front of my eyes.
The demon king made a picture frame. It was cool.
I beat the devil at rock-paper-scissors. I won and ate the beef jerky. But I also ate carrots.
I picked a lot of big cabbage today. The devil cabbages were all small. Go for it!
I made an iron fist. It seems to be doing well these days. Go for it!
Dinner is my favorite kimchi stew and beans. I think the liver was a little salty today.
…
“Is this a diary? Eyesight?”
A voice like ice.
“… No, originally, a diary is a small summary of what I felt that day…”
-Chabak Chabak
The demon king grabbed my cheeks with both white hands and dragged them in front of her face. In front of her eyes, the devil’s light pink lips softened.
“Rewrite.”
“It should be.”