Maouyome

X65 Yes. This is a date

Yes. This is a date.

But I don't care about that.

Now, above all, solving the hallucinogenic MAX stomach situation is our priority!

In the meantime, I'm hungry.

Head south on the largest Main Street, where cluttered shops lead through the corner of the house. On a slightly open boulevard to the inside of the outer wall, the market was open.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

There is still admiration for the number of outdoor shops and shops that stand alongside each other and the number of people that go out with them and their size.

Speaking of cities, I only know what opens up in neighboring villages twice a year. Still, I was hoping it would be bigger than the country market.

... I was expecting it, but the market in the Land of Demons was so vast and huge that my poor imagination was so lightly skipped, it was full of people and things.

Tensions can be shaken out by the number and prestige of people.

Food in general from familiar means of subsistence to leaves, root vegetables and cereals. Thousands of products, including blocks and suspicious props that cut apart liquor and meat that I had never seen before, were arranged in narrow, outdoor stores.

There is also a wide variety of customers looking to buy them, and it feels like an exposition of little ghosts in the augs, winged races in the giants and races living in the Land of Demons, including the beasts we are already used to seeing.

Wow, this is...

And stalls.

Nothing. I knew it was a stall.

It is common to have stalls lined up beside the outdoor stores to fill the bellies of customers who came to the market to shop or to open the outdoor stores in the morning, and such places were still decorated.

Hey, hey, hey!

Even when I went to the market in the neighbouring village to help with the outdoor shop, my main fate was in the stalls lined up in this market.

These stalls often sell fried food and baked confectionery, which attracts wonders.

We're about to storm a nearby stall.

"Uncle! Give me one of those!

"Aye! I'll give you the freshly baked one, so wait a minute."

On a long wooden skewer, plug the chopped pieces into the flame in a luxurious manner. The fire began to pass on the red body, and the juicy gravy jumped over the sparks burning red to make a light noise.

Flipping the skewer around lightly causes my throat to unnoticed how well the meat was cooked.

If you apply one of the troll tea black sauces that would be special, with a hake, that just won't stop Yodale anymore.

Shit. Sounds like it.

When I couldn't bear the fragrant smell of the sauce getting blurred, Hiya, my old man took the skewer and twisted it on thick paper and handed it to me.

"Yes, wait. Miss, there's so much less harrassment. Don't eat in a hurry because it's hot."

"Thanks! Whoa! Volumie!"

I'll try to eat it quickly.

"Ahhh!

Hot gravy flew into my mouth bouncing from where I wore it.

I accidentally let my mouth off the skewer, but the fragrant sauce and gravy that remains in my mouth make me forget the burn pain.

Hot, but to the contrary! But it's hot. But it tastes good...

"... what are you doing. You are."

"Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh"

"Don't talk while you eat. You said you wanted to go to the market and go straight to the stall."

"Ngu. Hmm.... because when it comes to the market, isn't it the market when it comes to stalls, stalls? Does Master Lee hate stalls?

"... you don't hate it. I rather like it."

"If so...... Let's keep going. Keep going! That's next! I like that one!

"Hey, wait! You haven't burned my share yet! I'm going first!

The smell of burning sauce and the smell of melting honey drifts from there.

Gull-wrapped sheep's bowels. Big bite of chicken with clothes on and crisp fried. I get a shard of bacon and horseradish quiche cut apart, and I get caught in the eye by things like bread I'm frying in the next stall.

It's sweet next to oil, of course.

A bag of hollowdown and a small swing of cookies to unwind in your mouth. Bread with honey in stiff dough or candy with small apples stiffened with honey. A piece of baked tart with plenty of dried fruit on it, and a crêpe wrapped around it with an even thinner baked dough with plenty of boiled jam in a trout yogurt.

Taste. Sweet. Happy.

What is this?

Shit. I'm the best filled right now.

Hit the loot, gathered in both hands, as you wish.

I wonder why I only have one mouth and two hands.

My heart and stomach fill me with a sense of well-being that fills me up, even though I'm bored by the creeps.

Great stall! Hooray for buying and eating!

"... that's all you can eat often. I admire you around."

Today's patrons leaked their exclamation as they mogged the skewers next door.

'Cause it's delicious, and it's fun.

Cheeks the last bite of crepe shards and tastes the jam on your finger with pepper.

Yeah. Satisfied.

"... yeah, which one should we do next"

"... are you still eating"

Streets lined up. If this is all we have, we have to indulge from one end to the other.

I appreciate you not having to worry about the money.

Exactly. There are different demon kings today.

When you're looking for your next prey, you lose sight of what's being sold at a certain stall. A whole puny bite of it piled up like a mountain on a merchandise table.

... I wonder what this is. It's the first food I've ever tried.

I get intrigued and come close, it smells kind of slightly sweet. Is it like a treat?

Looking in doubt, the Demon King peered into the stall from behind.

"Oh, isn't that a flower cake? Unusual."

"Hanamochi......, is it? is close!

I turned to my voice and there was a demon king's face in front of me.

I get pounded by surprise and my beat jumps.

"Oh, bad.... You've never seen this before, because I don't see many other specialties from Hisaka. Try it. Try it."

"Hisaka is Bel Adone's home, isn't it? Heh, it's a specialty... I've never seen it before."

The demon king paid for the seller's sister, wrapped some in paper and handed it to me.

White, round and tiny.

Does this sweet smell like peaches?

Pick one and it feels good at your fingertips with a puny feel the way it looks.

It's a big bite, so I kept hitting my cheek a little bit.

"Ah...... This is delicious."

Cunning and rolling soft in your mouth, chewing leaves you with a good feel and cuts a thousand pussies. Inside it seemed to wrap peaches in shredded, elaborate fillings, a resilient, saggy exterior and a hint of sweetness of hollow and loose fillings meet and disappear in a pleasant mix in your mouth.

The aftertaste isn't too bad, and I can reach for the other one.

"This is…, it's delicious to be crusty inside"

"It's delicious. You know what this is?

"What, the filling is shredded peach fruit and refined, isn't it? What would it be on the outside? It's puny but smooth, like flour, like it's not..."

It's more like saying this in pale white and it doesn't have any features.

I don't feel faint blue odor, but there's nothing in my memory that applies to any of them.

I wonder what this is.

It's Liquorice.

"Yes?"

"I shredded the bulbs of liquorice and rubbed them into powder. They make it one of the staples in the land of Hisaka."

"... isn't that poisonous grass! It!"

I accidentally shouted at the store.

Liquorice is a flower that blooms in the summer and is well known for being poisonous grass. Even I know.

It was taught that petals, leaves and even roots contained poison, especially the bulbs, which should never be spoken of.

Sometimes it is used as a topical medicine, but it is a grass that they say should never be eaten...

Didn't you just tell me you were crushing the ball roots!?

Oh, shit, that!

……

Even though it sucks, both the seller and the demon king nick and look at this one.

What's that gaze? Isn't that bad?

"Don't worry. The poison is handled properly."

"... ha, no, but.... I was a little surprised"

I can handle it.... a little unexpected.

I've never thought about eating Licorice's bulbs before, and I didn't even know I could eat them.

... but delicious or this.

"You can eat liquorice, right? I didn't know."

"Well, you wouldn't normally even try to eat it"

"Right...... Why did you bother trying to eat poisonous grass?... delicious though."

Pick another one and cheek on your mouth with a mogmog.

Yeah. I knew it was delicious.

He said, "There was nothing else to eat."

"What do you mean, nothing?

The demon king scratched his nose head spicy to say something.

Strange about the trick, I feel a sense of ready-made vision somewhere

... Is that it?

"Do you want to walk a little without your stomach? I'm a little tired of the crowd."

"Ah, yes."

The Demon King leaves the stall and walks out accompanying the outer wall.

Though my hair is pulled back by a stall that I haven't turned around yet, I follow Totco without delay.

I think it's because my appearance looks like a Maori, or because the trick I just did looked overlapping with the Maori in my memory.

When I was in trouble or had something hard to say, Maori used to pull my jaw and draw my nose and head.

I hope you don't do the same trick with the same face.

You look the same because... that's what I'm looking at. It's confusing. Here.

...... hmm. Something's weird today, me.

Are you too aware of Maori?

Probably because of the Demon King.

It's all bad for the Demon King at times like this.

That's what I decided.

Pick another flower cake for now and cheek.

Yeah. Delicious.

"Now it is time to come together under the Grand Duke of the Phantom Demon and show quite the luxury, but the Phantom Demon Clan was originally the weakest race to be treated at the bottom of the demon kingdom"

"Weakest, is it? Mr. Shiki or Bel Adne?

Sure, your body seems weak, but it doesn't look very so.

Mr. Shiki has some difficult force to defy, and Bel Adne..., something seems to be going on. A lot.

"Not once. They couldn't keep up with the competition for survival in the Land of Demons, and they chased one place after another, and they kept running away from each other, so the place they reached was now Hisaka territory."

"It's kind of reminiscent of Mr. Farratt and the others."

"Well. At that time, Hisaka territory was a large group of fabrics of liquorice that were not close by as one person. Hounded to a land unsuitable for cultivating demonic lands, borders and crops, poisonous grass that just looks around. There weren't many heartbreakers there."

The demon king stopped his leg and faced the outer wall.

Gently reach out and touch the wall in front of you.

"But there was just one guy who tried to break the problem with his talent and effort without ever giving up on the difficult situation in front of him.... you know who it is?

Chillari and gaze are poured out with the inquiry.

No matter who you ask, there's only two of us who know.

"From the flow of the story,... is this Mr. Shiki?

"Yeah, they've known how to detoxify Liquorice in part since that time, but Shiki chose to outdo her hunger with the poisonous grass in front of her. In terms of results, the choice allowed the Fantasy Clan to live forever, but it is only a theory of results. When I heard that, I honestly thought it was amazing."

The palm that was touching the wall turns into a fist grip.

The Demon King seemed to compare the power in his fist to something.

"... that's awesome. Even if it is poisonous grass, it speaks to perpetuate the fate of the clan. I often made that decision in situations where I could die there if I sucked. Honestly, I respect that."

"I hear a lot about you, Mr. Shiki, but you're an amazing person. It looks like it, so it doesn't look like it at first glance."

"Right? I doubted my eyes the first time I saw them, too. I need to know. I just look like a girl. But the trust of the people of Hisaka in Shiki is immense. Now we have more arable land and no longer have to eat liquorice. But I still have the habit of eating liquorice in response to Shiki's decision back then."

"It's usually delicious. This."

Another more cheeky.

The texture is going to suck.

"Not now. That seems to be at the end of a trial and error, too. I wish I could be one of those governors..."

"Isn't that... okay"

"He says it a lot lighter. I'm serious about this."

"I'm not joking, either."

Encourage the demon king to look backwards.

I've been a little away, but the market's power still sounds so much better.

The hustle and bustle of a bright and entertaining market is often heard.

That's why I think. He said it was okay.

"It's okay. If the Demon King is the Demon King."