90 – Christmas (3)
“It was Christmas that day too. Snow was piled up on the windowsill. Yes, just like today.”
“… Gulp.”
I put out the fire that the devil had lit in the center of the igloo for a while and held a candle under my chin. To create an atmosphere of horror.
“Knock, knock, knock, I heard someone knocking on the window. The girl in the dark room opened the window.”
“…”
“Who are you? When I went out, there was an old woman standing there.”
“No, old woman?”
“I mean Grandma.”
“Uh, yes. Ha, why is Grandma?”
“That grandma is handing chocolates to her girl. Eat.”
“Huh? What is… A good grandmother?”
It wasn’t even cold, but the frozen Demon King’s expression melted a little.
“Yes. The girl said, ‘Thank you. Ki hee hee,’ she said and she took the chocolate.”
“… The way the girl speaks is stupid.”
“… Anyway. She tried to eat the chocolate, but her friend rushed over and stopped her.”
“Huh? Why? Does she want to eat chocolate too?”
“… No.”
“…”
“Actually, it wasn’t chocolate… it was a magic bomb.”
“…!!”
The demon king froze again like a frozen smoked duck.
“That, that means…”
“…The old woman used hallucination magic. But after a while, the girl fainted at a more surprising fact.”
“Why? Why?”
“… She remembered that she was on the 100th floor. Lets think. How could an old woman stand outside the window on the 100th floor?”
“……”
The demon king’s pale pink lips turned blue.
“What is that? Huh? Huh? Is it a made-up story? Please do so.”
“Okay. I suddenly want to go to the bathroom Enough then.”
-Gap
“Hey! Where are you going to leave after talking like that!?”
“It’s a physiological phenomenon. Let go of this.”
“… Will you be back soon?”
“That’s not something I can control… I can’t help it. I’ll show you how.”
“What, what is it?”
“The old woman will not touch a person who is covered with a blanket. I’m going to cover you with the blanket until I come back.”
I did a slight variation on the ghost of a Hong Kong grandma.
“Oh, okay. Come fast.”
*
She approached her socks, pretending to go to the bathroom. Christmas is really not far away now. If she wants to be ready by the time to arrange even her gifts to give her, she must hurry even more.
Of course, the sock is still guarded by the devil of hell.
There is no way to take out socks without touching the demons of hell.
Then I have no choice but to leave it to my feet.
‘… 100 M 11.41 Seconds…’
Since I came to this world, my stamina has gotten better, so it should be fine. Didn’t you run well from the devil of hell yesterday?
Furthermore, the monsters of hell were more like attack magic like ice dragons or fire dragons than summoned beasts like skeletons. Yesterday, after a certain amount of time, it disappeared. You run into the room closest to the kitchen, close the door, check the contents, and wait for the dog to disappear.
-Turbuck, turbuck
‘Whoa. I’m nervous.’
It reminded me of the male actor who was swimming against a shark in the movie Blue Lagoon. He might ask what Christmas present he would risk his life for. Her happiness was so desperate for me.
-Sueuk
I reach for the devil’s sock hanging next to my sock.
…
‘I can do it. Can do.’
You shouldn’t procrastinate like a petty thief. After pulling it out in a quick motion, you must run without looking back.
…
Start!
-Paat!
The start was much smoother than the last time I was embarrassed because I didn’t know. I pulled out the paper in one second and ran like crazy. The demon king is hidden inside the blanket, so he can’t hear the sound. In other words, you can’t catch me, the sock thief, but you can’t dry the dog. Now my life depends only on what I do.
-Tadadat!
There was no mistake in operation. Immediately roll into the devil’s room closest to the kitchen like Rambo and slam the door! Closed
…
‘It’s a success.’
In front of the door, the devil of hell who missed a piece of meat must be salivating and licking his lips. I know you can’t come in here anyway.
‘… This isn’t the time to be relieved.’
To prepare a present, you must save every minute and every second. I quickly opened the paper.
-Socks are elsewhere. It’s a pity. Naughty sock thief.
Ah.
Thorough years.
*
I went into all the rooms with open doors, but there were no windows where the socks were stuck.
The rest of the rooms have always been locked. But no matter how much I pulled the doorknob, it wouldn’t open like a worn-out freezer door.
…
There is no other way.
I don’t think her Santa will be able to come this year either.
-Turbuck, turbuck
When I came back, the demon king was wriggling while talking to the paper crane with the blanket over me.
“I’m here.”
-Beep
“… Kee hee hee. It took a long time.”
“…”
A pink blush bloomed on her face.
*
“Ehh…”
I let out a sigh.
“Huh? What’s the matter?”
“… No. What are we going to do next?”
It’s almost midnight.
It was bittersweet.
This wouldn’t be the first time that she, who is kind all year round, gets hit by her on her Christmas day, but it was the first time I saw her next to her.
It is as if the daughter forgot her present and came home from work, and she sees her daughter singing Christmas carols.
In real life, I’ll even give you pocket money. I was a dog hair that I didn’t have at all.
…
‘Yes. Let’s think it’s good.’
Even if I saw her gift, if I couldn’t fulfill it, she would feel helpless.
‘…Her year has happened to her, quite a few good things have happened to her. I saw it separately. How could everything go for her good?’
It is the process of becoming an adult to know that there are things in the world that do not go your way. As children grow up, don’t they erase their Santas one by one?
…
‘Still, I’d like Santa to come to you at least once.’
She is not a child.
But there were definitely parts of her that she hadn’t grown up yet.
Work, make a living. Accepting the position of the demon king with that small body, taking responsibility, and living while receiving hatred and persecution is her adult side.
It is her childlike side that is waiting for Santa as it is now.
I couldn’t fill the burden she carried when she was supposed to be an adult. It seems that I am not yet an adult.
So I wanted to fill in the child-like aspects.
…
“What next?”
“No. 20.”
“No. 20… No. 20… Yes, I write down things I am thankful for this year to God.”
She handed me a paper and a pen.
‘Thank you…’
A lot of things happened this year.
There were a lot of things to be thankful for.
But most of what I felt grateful for was the demon king. For her, she could write any number of pages.
But I couldn’t think of anything to thank God for.
As much as your fingernails.
What kind of gratitude do you want me to give to the god who dropped me into this world?
‘Impossible.’
If that man saw how hard I’ve been through all this time, I’d rather say that I’m grateful would sound sarcastic.
“Kee hee hee.”
…
Why did you send me to this world… You were so resentful.
Still, just one. There was something to be thankful for.
-Square, square
If I hadn’t come to this world, I wouldn’t have met him.
…
In the igloo, only the sound of the demon king’s pen moving was heard. She smiles at what makes her happy and busily fills her paper.
-Peakkom
Raising her head slightly, she saw the letters over the demon king’s small shoulder.
Underneath it was written endless thanks. There are many words to say thank you for giving me a friend.
…
‘You have something to thank God for.’
She was also a woman who could say thank you for the smallest things. In this way, she did not resent anyone even though she lived in a barren environment. Rather, those who live outside roaring, oh, God. I live with a gag.
He stroked her hair.
“Good.”
“… Huh? Suddenly?”
…
Who the hell invented the bullsh*t that Santa only gives presents to good kids?
It’s like she’s betrayed every Christmas because she’s not nice.
‘I don’t like it.’
This is why in the 21st century, Santa doesn’t sell well, even to little kids. I guess I’m not the kind of person who can have her easy-going appreciation like her.
“… You know. If.”
“Yes.”
I took my luck carefully. After all, sadness is an oncoming train.
“… If. Even if you don’t get a present this year… Don’t be too sad. There are many kids who can’t get presents even outside. And this place… it’s too high.”
“… Yes. Know.”
As if it was okay even if he couldn’t receive it, the demon king smiled and moved the pen again.
– Square, square…
– Boom
Then her pen, which was busy moving, suddenly stopped.
…
“Why is that?”
“There is an intruder.”
…
What?
“Nothing rang? Are you kidding me?”
“Umm. I’m not kidding. I must have canceled my beep spell. You seem to have more magic power than me.”
…
What are you talking about? That is. Is that possible?
…
She went out of the igloo. Despite her persuasion, I followed her.
… It’s Christmas.
Why did you come in such a hurry to kill the Demon King? Couldn’t you have spent at least one day with your family?
…
Why does my friend have to fight for his life even on Christmas?
Even if you win, your hard-decorated tree and paintings will be burned. As always.
-Turbuck, turbuck
“… That is.”
A black wagon carrying military supplies. I remember seeing it when I was climbing the tower in the past. Because…
Because it has the Dorothy family insignia on it.
…
‘Did I betray you in the end?’
Did I betray you and brag about it outside?
…
I don’t think so.
Absolutely not.
“…In that wagon. I can feel the aura of mighty magic power.”
“…..”
That’s right.
Bad b*tch.