92 – A bunch of gifts
I really spent Christmas in an igloo. Yesterday I fell asleep talking with her until late about how to use her presents. In the meantime, her poor life will improve. She will laugh a lot That’s because she liked it enough to talk about it for an hour with just one Jetty.
Every time her eyes are half closed in her drowsiness, she shimmers as she happily sips a smooth chocolate drink. So, even with the long chatter, I wasn’t bored at all. I fell asleep without realizing it as I was comfortably going back and forth between dream-like reality and imagination.
*
It is morning. The morning sunlight coming in through the window and the snow accumulated in the dark room harmonized, making the whole world blue.
That’s not the point.
“Shouldn’t you change quickly? Do you really want to see me die? Before I put my foot on the window.”
“Why, why… I’m sure the instructions here say clothes to wear when you want to look good to men.”
When I woke up, the demon king dressed in a new suit that boldly exposed his chest was waiting for me with eyes full of expectations. I immediately turned my head the other way.
“I learned from playing bad things somewhere.”
You can’t help it even if you criticize me for being a Confucian man or a eunuch. Unlike before, when Nine came up to me wearing it and wanted to hit her philtrum with an iron pipe, I don’t know where to direct my eyes now that she’s wearing it. And, as if someone was boiling the blood inside her body, it seemed like steam was coming out of her pores.
“…Doesn’t it suit you? He’s getting angry with his face turning red… T-don’t do that, look again. Huh?”
“What is it that turns red? You look that way because your eyes are red.”
-Chuck
-Wack
-Chuck
-Wack
Every time she stepped in front of her face, she dodged.
…
“… I see. It just doesn’t look as good as it looks.”
…
Sorry.
Looks like I’m a man who can’t help it either. If you continue to watch it, you may have bad imaginations as my precious friend.
“Pi, don’t wear this anymore. If you don’t like it.”
“It must have been a tough decision… I thought it through.”
“Then I’ll come and see you wearing other clothes.”
No, why? She’s always pretty, but why is she like that?
“No, just… If you wear your usual clothes…”
At those words, the demon king lowered his head.
The clothes Nine selected, I saw the clothes that looked fine yesterday, but I don’t know. I didn’t know what to wear next time to embarrass me.
“… Ok. I’m sure a Santa suit wouldn’t suit me.”
“I will stay. Call me when you’re all changed.”
…
“Huh?”
*
-Bubbly Bubbly
The day after Christmas. It’s the same place as yesterday, but the composition is completely different.
There was no longer any need to adjust a pot with holes to keep it from leaking, or to sip plain water with just an assortment of cocoa.
“… Put it in, I’ll put it in.”
The demon king, who has scooped a spoonful of jetty powder, is shaking his hands and correcting the dropping point over boiling water.
“…”
If anyone sees you, you’ll think you’re putting your hand on the delete button in the gallery that contains pictures of your ex-boyfriend. She might shudder at the thought of putting in years, no, maybe even decades, of the precious chocolate powder she used to eat once a year.
-Suwaak
The jetty powder went into the water neatly without scattering and spread to find its place.
“Look at this… I can’t see the bottom of the pot.”
As she said, unlike yesterday, the non-transparent chocolate water showed an appetizingly muddy color.
After a while.
-Sipping
-Sureup
Yes. This is it this is right this is the quantity It’s the same taste I used to eat when I was young on Earth.
-Duk, Duk
…
As expected. Tears like chicken droppings flowed from her eyes as she sipped Jetty. Could it be that the falling tears permeate the cocoa and make it soft again? I was worried.
“Thank you.”
“…What.”
Santa girl… Ah, no, the demon king leaned on me.
…
She always tells her that she cares about me, but today, I wonder if I can be a little conceited.
I said these gifts were my retirement money.
*
“It’s done.”
“Oh. Can I make the sun now?”
“Yes. Make it in a high place so that the chicks do not touch it.”
Chicks are very sensitive to temperature. If a healthy chick died for unknown reasons, it is likely due to temperature. It’s not like you’re clumsily covering yourself with a blanket. Originally, the light bulb had to be put in the box, but there was only one insignificant light bulb in the devil’s house. So, I decided to use the devil’s artificial sun.
-Giying
I canceled the warming magic that the demon king temporarily cast on the chicks yesterday, and made a miniature sun like the one on the ceiling of the farming room. Of course, more than that, the heat must be well controlled so that the chicks do not turn into smoked chicken. I put my hand inside the box of chicks and checked it myself. Even if there is a place where the wind goes through, meticulous.
“Just right.”
“Yes. So cute! First time seeing a live chick.”
A smile bloomed on her face. I stroked the chick’s head. I took out the paper crane hanging from her neck and set it aside for no reason.
“… Hee hee. I hope they grow up to pick us up and fly around.”
…
She told her no. Even I, a chick master with a chick taster license, have never done that.
She lashed out at me, saying why I was trampling on children’s dreams. Who is young
*
“Shoot.”
Another gift from Dorothyne. It was easy to preserve food and various spices. This means that the range of foods that can be eaten in the future will expand.
The canned beans and kimchi dish were delicious, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t get bitten.
“Cheap”
The demon king, wearing a new apron with a star pattern instead of alligator leather, is savoring the sauces he has never seen before by dipping them with his fingertips. It is to understand the characteristics of spices.
… No matter how good your cooking skills are… That’s going to be tough.
“Would that be enough?”
“Yes. Trust me.”
She smirked and started cooking with the ingredients skillfully. Not like canned tuna, but meat that should be eaten right away, she is making marinade for stir-frying while removing the smell of volcanic pork tenderloin trimmed with milk.
-Sizzle, sizzle
And when you mix vegetables cut into bite-size pieces, pickled meat, and seasoning sauce, they mesh together and immediately give off an appetizing smell all over the place. The demon king likes the new non-rusty frying pan, and he didn’t show his impression when he first put carrots in and stir-fry them.
After a while. Food is done
-Sueuk
Wrap meat with vegetables and put it in your mouth.
-Well well
“…”
“Does it taste good?”
She has been stir-frying beans every day and then suddenly stir-fried high-quality meat.
“Ooh!”
“… Ugh…”
As I frowned, the demon king’s face turned blue. It is an expression as if saying ‘I’m sorry I was born’ to the women who sent me expensive meat.
“It’s bullsh*t. It’s so delicious.”
Awesome.
I declare defeat to Baekdongha. She was the one who saw through the formula of the taste that the most amount of soy sauce should be used when seasoning, followed by sugar.
“I was surprised!”
I hurriedly corrected her bad joke, but when she got close to her, she turned one of her arms into hers. She also warned her to cohabit with her chicks if she messed around.
…
-Joo Woo-wook
She squeezes ketchup.
“…So delicious?”
No matter how many spices there are, the devil’s favorite was ketchup.
“Yes. Hee hee now the best You don’t like ketchup?”
“Not much.”
“I see. You live at a loss in life… It’s pitiful. Right? A paper crane?”
Then he squeezed the rice bowls of paper cranes piled high with meat and vegetables.
…
The ketchup seems to have been sent by Rebecca for some reason. For some reason, I wonder if she is still with the ketchup bottle the demon king gave her.
*
“Rebecca. How long have you been in the bathtub… Huh? What is that?”
“It’s a bottle of ketchup.”
A toy duck and a ketchup bottle were floating in the bathtub.
*
“Complete. How is it?”
“I feel like I will come alive any minute. Is it an Allosaurus?”
Earlier she had something to do with her, so she had to buy her body now.
“…?”
She looked up with her face wondering what an Allosaurus.
“….. Stegosaurus?”
“……”
“……. Ryuk, the grim reaper of the pepper field?”
“……”
“hahahaha. Damn it, it’s me again.”
“Yes, my friend!”
The devil repainted the Christmas card. With 32 high-performance crayons that never run out of colors. Of course, I still can’t draw dogs. What if only half of your cooking talent went to painting? Then, being a fool, I wouldn’t have lied about how quickly she would change if I gave her a buff to her origami crane during her drawing quiz.
*
Now the time has come.
…
…
“…At last.”
“Take it out now.”
The demon king reached out to a box that looked expensive even at first glance. The moment you push the lid open, a dazzling golden light emanates from the crack in the box.
Eternal Orb.
What was the goal of the demon king’s life before I came, the gift she wished for every Christmas.
If you put this bead on an object, it will become life. Is the principle a miracle of a holy god, or a collection of mighty magical powers? Nothing has been revealed. Because there aren’t many cases where it’s used.
Can you estimate the value of this marble in terms of money? He must have struggled to save Dorothy too. It was said that it was given as severance pay for my years of work, but of course there was no option with that money.
…
We decided to use this marble.
It is a decision made after a serious discussion with the demon king.
The demon king said. It’s enough for me to be alone. It was a very happy day for me too, even if it was just the two of us.
She kept thinking that she wished she had a new friend too. Without interacting with others, if it continues to stagnate like this, the demon lord will not grow. Actually, it was an unexpected party of nine that informed me.
She only asked for one promise.
-… You shouldn’t like dolls more than me.
Of course. It didn’t happen. She asked me to write three pages, including a memorandum, as if she was uneasy.
…
Even if she is just grateful that she is alive day by day, I wonder if she can make a friend that doesn’t leave her.
At the bottom of the box was this warning.
… An eerie phrase, if somewhat eerie.
Even if you make friends with this, if you fall for it by mistake, all your memories could be lost, just like the skeleton you summoned during arm wrestling.
“First of all, the candidates are these guys.”
The demon king arranged the puppets in a straight line on the floor.
Teddy bears, dinosaur dolls, rabbit dolls, etc.
Various stuffed animals.
The demon king said he wouldn’t use it on a skeleton.
“… Can I really draw it this way?”
“Yes. Leave it to the sky.”
The Demon King made a ladder ride. Write down dolls as candidates there.
“…Because I drew it. You choose this.”
…
Of course, there is only one marble.
-Ssuck, ssuck
The index finger went down the ladder. I drew so many ladders, I went down for a really long time. Behind him, he heard the demon king swallowing his saliva.
“…”
It was a teddy bear.
…
“You put it in.”
“…Yes.”
The demon king approached to put a marble into the teddy bear’s mouth beforehand.
… With this.
We make new friends.
Let’s do well.
Then the teddy bear will be a good friend to the demon king.
We will definitely be able to become a good family.
-Slip
The demon king was so nervous that he fell over.
– Hui Yu-woong!
The eternal orb flies.
“No!!”
“Kyaaah!”
f*cked. If it breaks like this, the demon lord will be depressed for several days. Please. Please don’t break…
-Socks
…
But the marble did not fall to the floor.
Once upon a time, while playing oak barrel roulette, an angry demon king kicked him into the ripped, moustacheless pirate Rangplegank’s stomach.
…
…
Huh?
-Turbuck
Rangple Gangk, who was sitting down, stood up on his short legs. Is it still awkward to walk? He supported it with the toy knife he was holding in his hand.
“…Hey.”
Langplank looked at me and said. With a dissatisfied look on his face for some reason.
“Now that you are fine, you are a eunuch?… Looking at it… It’s frustrating…”
It’s clear. It’s hard to say, but you’re talking to me. My mouth didn’t move because I didn’t have a hangover.
-Sueuk
Rangple Gank moved his gaze to the Demon King. And he spoke in a deep accent, as if he were going to demonstrate.
“The clothes I wore in the morning… are s*xier.”
…
“I-I hate him! It’s strange to say!”
The demon king, feeling rejected, screamed. Neither did I.
“Spit our marble road. This bastard.”
It seems that we have made satanic puppets.
I clenched my fist. Suddenly, a desperate fight with Rangple Gangk is about to begin.