66 – Sleep Talk
-Koh
After trying to pretend to sleep several times, I finally confirmed that the demon king was asleep. After spending a while, he tried to remove his arm pillow with the intention of getting out of bed.
-Gap
“Ummm… This time… Only… I can’t see… Koo.”
He held onto my arm as I tried to escape like a mudfish and talked in my sleep.
… Aren’t you pretending to sleep again?
-Koo-wook
However, the nail marks that were carved without fail became a counter-evidence that the demon king was in a state of sleep.
…
Now my left arm is completely taken away. Because of the red horn that sprouted from the left side of her head, only her left arm served as her arm pillow.
In other words, she always lies on my left side.
Is it because of that? Lately, her left arm, where her head almost lives, seems to have a fragrant fruity scent. There is no such thing as a natural fragrance.
‘… You can’t take your arm off like this.’
I tried to clean up the rice and laundry before the devil woke up again diligently, but… If I do this, I can’t move.
…
-Sleep
I turned my body, which was lying in an upright position facing the ceiling, and headed towards the demon king.
‘…’
‘And…’
Again, admiration for her appearance overflowed.
It’s pretty.
There is a feeling that her expression does not suit her always unlucky woman, to the point of wondering if it was stamped by her god, but her demon king appearance is truly a masterpiece of a god.
Perhaps the secret of her bad luck is that all of her stats, which should have been evenly distributed at birth, are concentrated in her magic and appearance. Pretty plausible, but this.
…
-Sueuk
She massaged her soft cheeks with her right hand. When I open my eyes, the demon king often touches my cheeks, so this is a good kick.
The soft feel of the fingers when pressing, and the elasticity that stretches endlessly when pulled. If I go back to Earth, I will make the demon king a promotional model for a jelly advertisement.
“Cow….. Uhh… Coo… Narrow rice…”
Don’t cry, sell it to the circus. You train them with a thorn whip until they jump over the burning ring.
What the hell is this damn b*tch dreaming about? What? Narrow bar? Must be You f*cking were just trying to f*ck me up, right? In any case, I learned only bad words.
…
‘Of course, I’ve been harsh with my mouth in the past, but…’
If I can buy one indulgence for my mouth that has become a curse word, I hope you will excuse me for working at the Nine Party for several years. I think my curse words increased ten times more than when I was in the army.
A demon lord who absorbs everything like a sponge… I have no choice but to pay more attention to my behavior.
-Casting, casting
What the hell do you mean? This sight. Why is it so addictive?
-Molkan, Molkan
– Boom
I don’t think I’ll get tired of doing this for the rest of my life, but let’s stop. It was overpaid. And if the demon king breaks down, the original goal of relieving her fatigue becomes stalemate.
“Umm… Cool… Today’s game…”
She said, pursed her pink lips. Although her pronunciation is muffled, she is quite audible. Apparently, she is playing games even in her dreams.
I wondered what the game was, so I put my ear close to the devil’s lips.
“… Dinosaur… Cool… Train game…”
…
‘… A dinosaur train game?’
I can’t even imagine just hearing the title. In the world of the demon king’s head, there were sometimes things that he couldn’t understand.
It reminded me of the gag she used to say about a donkey in the belly of a kangaroo. After that, she wrote the sentence on a piece of paper and analyzed it in one way or another, but she couldn’t figure out the meaning of the gag.
“The rule is… Big… Coo…”
‘…’
…
What are the rules?
Why did you stop talking?
Oh, what a waste. If the demon king misses the part of the rule explanation, from now on, even if you listen to her drool talk, you will not be able to properly understand it. Try a little harder
“The rule is… Hee… Take the dinosaur train… Koo… Around the world… First… Be cool…”
…
One of the dream scales of the Demon King Licking the Lid of Canned Beans was world class. Combining the words that flowed from her mouth, it was a racing game in which you chose a dinosaur train and rode it around the world on a track first.
…
It is said that in dreams, the desires of reality are reflected unconsciously.
The demon king, who is confined in this narrow and dark castle, always showed me a bright and positive side. However, he might have wanted to roam freely at least once in the base of his mind.
…
‘Didn’t you say you went to buy medicine… Before?’
And there was a wound on the devil’s cheek.
Did you go out and get hurt?
-Sueuk
I try to touch her injured cheek. Now it heals without any scars.
“Umm, cool… Then… I’m Huung… This… Long neck… Koo…”
It seems that the demon king chose the dinosaur train he would ride. A dinosaur with a long neck? I think it would be slow if I didn’t see it. The sense of selection was a mess.
“…Cool…”
-Gap
?
The demon king grabbed me by the collar. The thing that shakes it is probably holding on to something like a rein in a dream. That is, she is already in the saddle and ready for her departure.
“… Coo… Hee hee… I don’t have eyes for dinosaurs… Coo…”
In my dream, I seem to have chosen the damn dinosaur train. One corner of the demon king’s mouth went up in a mocking manner. Because of that figure, I drew a carrot on the devil’s forehead with a pen that writes a fairy tale before going to bed. I won’t tell you until she dies.
“…. Cool… Shi… Aww…”
The start of the dinosaur train race must have sounded the siren. The demon king riding on the long-necked dinosaur gripped my collar, no, the reins, probably because he was afraid he would fall.
A demon king with a concentrating expression while sleeping. It was funny and so cute that the carrot picture was folded because of the twitching of the forehead.
“… uuu… I’ll catch up… Cool.”
It seems that the dinosaur train of the demon king is already in danger of being overtaken. Even though I couldn’t see the current status of the game, her description and facial expressions were realistic, so I was subtly immersed in it.
“… Oh no, cool…”
…
In her dreams, it would be nice if she could win to her heart’s content… It’s not a dream she doesn’t often dream…
I was thinking such an understanding thought, but the demon king started whispering.
“… Mo, long-necked dinosaur… Quul… With your tail… Hit my friend… Blow it up. Cool… It’s okay… Do it.”
…
The demon king whispers something to the innocent long-necked dinosaur and makes a joke. Even in my dream, being lethal while playing games was the same in reality and dreams.
“Cool… Humm… Ahh… Jumping to dodge… Koo… Mo, I don’t know. I’m… Like tailgating.”
From committing and pretending.
The demon lord who failed in trying to immerse me smokes. Maybe it’s because people are so constant, they’re always friends like green pine trees.
By the way, is this sleep talk?
What a fuss.
I tried to press the back of her hand just in case, but the fingernail marks that appeared proved to be genuine.
“… Koo.”
After that, the Demon King did not speak for a while. It seems that a peaceful drive continues. Looking at the situation from earlier, it seems that the Demon King has already been overtaken.
“…Cool… Heh heh… Coo… I love it. All… Places I’ve been wanting to visit…”
…
Winning or losing doesn’t seem to matter. Demon King riding around the world on a dinosaur laughed at his freedom.
“… Koo…”
‘…Wouldn’t that be nice…’
…
If.
If you go to Earth with the Demon King…
Pleasant imagination fills up when tying together two things that had no intersection.
Devil, sea
Demon King, Festival
Devil, Train
Demon king, food tour
Demon King, Camping
When any word is paired with the devil, there are only fun scenes.
…
And… If you take the devil to a PC room or arcade… You might die of shock from being too happy.
…
“… hehehe. My friend… Almost arrived… Cool.”
A demon lord who seems to have lost even in his dreams. It’s so honest… I thought.
But that wasn’t the case.
“…Coo…”
…
“…Cool… Kee-Hit. I think I won… OK?… His neck is… Cool… How long…”
Hmm?
“… Long-necked dinosaur… Now… Lower your head… Cool…”
The demon king let go of my collar. In my dream, I seem to have let go of the reins.
“… Cool… Cool… Riding this down… Cool”
…
“Arrived!… First class…”
…
‘So…’
A rough summary of her fantastic dream…
The long-necked dinosaur’s neck was so long that I thought I was winning, but I was told that it was an ending in which I came down an extremely long-necked dinosaur slide and reversed myself.
“… Kihi hee… Uh hee hee…”
‘… It’s like a demon.’
These were the things she imagined that often happened to me.
“…”
-Swoop
In her courtesy of her victor, she reached out to her and stroked her hair.
…
“…hehehe.”
Is someone stroking the head of the demon racing champion in my dreams? She smiles contentedly.
“… Koo…”
…
“… Coo… Origami crane… Dinosaur train game… So… Good.”
– Boom
The hand that was touching her hair stopped as if someone had grabbed it.
…
“… Give the paper crane… A buff… Coo… Good job.”
…
It feels like a blade has been blown into my heart.
…
Her games that entertained her in her dreams all day today.
It must have been a game created by changing the paper cranes she gave her.
…
Ha ha.
…
The demon king woke up from his dream after a while.
She smiled at the contents of her pleasant dream from a while ago, but as soon as she woke up, she immediately applied a buff to the paper crane.
For a long time.
*
A place for dinner.
“…Hey, does kimchi jjigae taste good?”
The Demon King asked with a worried face.
“No. Someone made it. It’s so delicious.”
-Surureup
“… Then, then. I thought my friend was complaining about side dishes again. Now, this is a prize!”
Then he transferred the carrots heaped onto the spoon to me.
“… I’ll have more carrots. Give me more.”
“What!? Gee, really? What’s the matter? You’ve finally grown up!”
The Demon King, who had noticed and lessened the carrots, launched a full-fledged search for carrots in his bowl.
…
A carrot is still drawn on the demon king’s forehead. Even when she was looking at it, she wasn’t as funny as before.
“…”
“You know.”
“… Huh?”
When I let go of my luck, the woman who was digging her carrot answered.
“Have you decided on your next travel destination?”
“… Travel!?”
The demon king went out to buy medicine and came back.
I hate this world.
I hate this world, and I hate the devil even more.
Still, if she wants to.
“Do you want to go out of the tower?”
“…”
“There are many deserted places. If you find it difficult to meet people… You can go somewhere where there are no people.”
While piling carrots on the spoon, she overturned the spoon. The carrots she has picked out are soaked into her bowl of rice again.
The demon king replied with a bitter smile.
“Yes.”