Shake the Carrot if You Are Caught by the Devil

22 – Drinking Game (1)

“Hey, let’s drink this. I stole it from the guys who invaded earlier.”

A demon king who speaks gibberish because he is flustered. He used the expression “Borrowed,” Which he always used.

“… What kind of alcohol is this all of a sudden?”

“They say that eating this together makes you feel better. You’re… Angry, a little angry, so let’s drink it, huh?”

The demon king is terrified like a badger after hearing the sound of a shotgun. Breaking her promise seemed to her to be quite a big deal for her.

‘But if you insisted on sending it out as an excuse…’

Taaang!

As expected, let’s stop.

‘I don’t know the specific reason, but if you’re embarrassed by me, I won’t touch you for the time being. Let’s be satisfied with this. Please don’t beg me to let you go by using your advantage.’

It could be like cutting the belly of the goose that lays the golden eggs.

“Okay. Let me drink.”

If he wanted to drink me, he would have done it by threatening me with magic. Asking is just an assortment. In other words, it is extremely reasonable to fill the cup on your own when you say something nice.

*

– Byeop

She is startled when her cork pops out. It feels like she was shown making a fire in front of a caveman.

“Hey, you know. If you just drink, you’ll get bored, so why don’t you play a game?”

‘I knew that. You motherf*cker.’

Sure enough. The demon king, busy picking bottle caps, proposes a game. She was a game junkie, and there was no way she would just drink quietly. She has been added to the foul penalty as of today.

“Yes. Let’s do it.”

At my answer, the demon lord’s expression, which had looked anxious like a puppy hungry for poop, relaxed a little. Then he went into his room and he came out with a notebook.

“Well, then I’ll play with the games I made!”

*

The first game that the demon king made was ‘Ten Questions’.

“A total of 10 questions! If you answer correctly, you win! For example, something like…”

It was just twenty questions, no more, no less. Because she doesn’t know her name, she seems to think that her game is original. As if explaining some very novel game rules, she explained with spittle. I was so excited that I jumped in my seat.

“Isn’t ten questions too few for that? How about twenty?”

“Oops!! Oh my!! Oh my! Aren’t you a real genius?!”

The demon king slapped my arm with the palm of his hand and overplayed it. f*ck my arm, isn’t this broken?

It really didn’t matter whether I played this game or not. The reason is that…

“The penalty is to drink this!”

That’s right, what other punishment could there be for a drinking game? Just having a drink or something A drink you must drink anyway. Let’s make a bet, drink slowly, and go in.

“Then 20 questions. Let’s start? Whoa… I’m nervous.”

A demon king holding a bottle of alcohol and nervous like a fighter before stepping into the ring.

*

I, who won the rock-paper-scissors game, came up with the problem first. The Demon King waits with his eyes wide open like a high-spirited longevity exam student.

‘…Let’s do something easy.’

In any game, defeating the demon king is not a positive thing. I decided to step on it right away.

‘Paper Crane. Let’s do that.’

There was no way he wouldn’t be able to hit it, since he’d been hanging around his neck all day.

“Then the first question. Can it withstand all magic below 7 stars?”

!!!!!

‘No f*ck! Such an asshole!!!’

Where is the idiot who asks that kind of question as the first question!!!!

But the answer to that cult question is surprisingly…

“…..Yes.”

That origami crane caught in all kinds of disaster-level buffs was a miracle that could affirm that question.

“Hmm… Daedalus… Or Thanatos? Or the White Watch?

It seems that only terrifying monsters come to mind just by hearing the name. He became that way because he hung out with such nasty bastards. Tsk.

“Question two. Is it here?”

…Here? You mean this tower, right? If that’s it.

“Yes.”

“…Huh? Maybe I like that?!”

The Demon King suddenly sharpened. After all, he didn’t know anything, so he wasn’t stupid. The answer has almost been narrowed down. Now I just need to do a little help.

“Yes.”

“Hmm? Really?”

Suddenly, a blue light was wrapped around the Demon King’s fingertips. It’s a brisk, blitz magic.

-Giying

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– The author of Kujwaja!!!!

“f*ck!!!”

*

Dorothy saved me. I was able to dodge it in advance by just looking at the light grains thanks to the lightning magic that I often used while walking with my luggage.

-Pajijijik!

-Oh f*ck! I’m so f*cking beaten! Stop!

-Hzmlug

-Kyahahahaha!

-Don’t do that, purple dog b*tch.

-What?

-Pajijijik!

– aaah!

Profit! f*ck b*tch!

I thought about the past, and I got excited for a while, but that’s not the point.

What was important was that the terrifying Demon King had a change of heart and suddenly tried to kill me.

“Why, why are you doing this! All of a sudden!”

“Huh? No, you said it was okay… I tried it. This is chain lightning… 5-Star magic…”

“Please explain what you’re talking about based on the 5-W-W rules.”

“Aren’t you the answer?”

What nonsense. You f*cking Twisted Nether Pikachu.

“Look. You’re here, aren’t you the one I like? That’s why I used magic.”

‘… What? I like you?’

I know very well that to the demons, liking is to shoot lightning as a verification measure. Crazy barbarian bastards.

“…Wrong. And I’m not immune to magic.”

“Mi, I’m sorry. I’ll ask and shoot next time.”

‘Don’t shoot in the first place.’

Since then, I have been asking questions that have no meaning, and I finally managed to bring this easy problem to the 16th question.

I forgot this woman’s habit. The habit of thinking unnecessarily complicated about the most innocent subject in the world. The footprints that were taken during the hardships during the picture quiz are visible.

“It’s not even Nemesis… Umm… It’s a very difficult problem…”

‘It really makes me explode…’

I can’t. I have no choice but to put a hint in the mapk.

“By the way, did you buff the origami crane today?”

“Huh? Of course. I gave it to you earlier… Ah!!”

As if she remembered something, she asked, putting her palms together.

“Question 17, is it alive?!”

The demon king is finally asking a question that should have been asked a long time ago. Whatever it is, it looks like you’ve found the answer.

“No.”

“Huh? So it’s not a paper crane?”

!!!!!

What is this bastard talking about?

“Because he’s alive…”

The demon lord muttering while stroking the paper crane.

I have been torn apart by her absurd worldview. What? Is the origami crane alive? Also, he needs to be sent to a psychiatrist.

After all, the demon king could not answer the question correctly even after hearing the rest of the questions. Disappointed, she asked for her answer, and she replied that it was a paper crane.

“It’s not alive.”

She was about to object to my shocking remark, but for some reason she just agreed. She then starts pouring her drink into her own glass.

-Joljoljoljol

…

-Joljoljoljoljol

…?

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“Hey, what are you doing?”

It’s not even a drinking glass, but a demon king who pours alcohol into a water cup. I don’t know how much he drinks, but he seems to be a heavy drinker. But isn’t this too many?

The Demon King, who was about to drink, stopped moving.

“Oh, wait a minute. This is a deal that has poison properties mixed in and you have to savor it.”

It is true that alcohol is toxic. Suddenly, a magic circle appeared under her feet.

“Cancel Venomous Snake’s Kiss, Hydra’s Embrace, Unsnipe…”

She lived with a lot of countermeasures against her poison, and with this, my plan to assassinate her by spraying rat poison on her sandwich was abandoned. Her light went out and she raised her glass again.

– Sururu Loop

“Oops!”

Taking a sip of hers, she opened her eyes and she choked in agony.

“Cough! Cough!”

“Why, why!”

Could it be that you have a fatal allergy to alcohol? Dog Nice! Get lost!!

“Wow… What does this taste like…”

She looks resentfully at her glass.

…But judging from the reaction from earlier.

You, no way. No way on the subject of the demon king.

Is this your first time drinking?

*

Her little game turned into a death match for her. No, but f*ck it. Wasn’t this meant to make me feel better?

“Stop it…”

The devil is drinking because punishment is punishment. The expression “Drinking” Is also an overstatement of language. The demon lord drank slowly, almost like taking it with a dropper. Will leak me

‘… No way?’

How long has it been since the insanely long Little Farm Hell Camp ended and how many more days do I have to play this game?

The image of the demon lord drinking a sip of alcohol reminded me of that.

‘There’s no way. Not this time.’

“In the drinking game, one-shot is the national rule.”

“Ehh? One shot? National rules?”

Very kindly pointed out what was wrong with her. Then, she becomes a demon king who becomes contemplative.

“This, all at once…?!”

‘So why do you follow so many…’

“Can I have some? If you can’t eat too much…”

Did those words hurt the demon king’s pride? He immediately drinks his glass in a fit of rage, as if he had recalled the ugliness of Little Farm earlier.

-Gulp… Gulp… Gulp…

-Kwaang!

Kwaang the empty glass! The Demon King who puts it down. This table was harder than Rebecca’s, and the cup and other kitchen utensils were covered with buffs, so it didn’t break.

“Aggghg… My mouth is… My mouth is bitter…”

The demon king fanning out his tongue. Her expression frowned to the point where she thought it was water at a large holiday house, and she looked like her nephew who had drunk by mistake.

“…Hmm…”

Her expression, after emptying the large glass, was slightly intoxicated.

Then.

– Damn it.

-Changraaang!

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The glass that was supposed to not break even with Rebecca’s Divine Hammer suddenly broke. I can’t do this.

‘… Huh? No way?’

Just in case, I grabbed a fork and poked it through the table.

‘Keep it off…’

When I pressed the fork with all my might, it left a faint mark on the table.

!!!

Originally, there was absolutely no way I would be filmed. This table has a buff that will not be scratched by tolerable firepower.

That means the buff has weakened… In other words…

‘I heard that there’s a type that gets weaker when you drink alcohol… But I thought it was you.’

The opportunity came unexpectedly.