Shake the Carrot if You Are Caught by the Devil

67 – New Issues

Actually, after the previous , There was subtle pressure from the demon king for a while.

-Should I say something?

-Uh. Do it first

– Good luck!

-Exercise.

– A fairy tale!

…

-I’m almost done with it. Could you wait a bit?

-Ah, yes! Take it slow It’s okay if it’s been a week since the day you promised!

-It’s okay, right?

-Of course not. Should I say the last word again?

-Yes. Do it first

-Children’s books.

-…

It is absolutely not her fault that she begged.

Obviously, on the day that Nephilim came to the demon king’s castle and burned all her fairy tale books, ‘I’ll write them again. Keep going. The sin was rather on me who had passed the deadline for a long time.

Anyway, the new work has finally been completed. Handed over to the demon king. She built her face with a mix of remembrance and fear.

“Thank you!… But… I-I’m a little nervous.”

The demon king’s fingertips trembled as he received the children’s book, as if the fear of his previous work, The Warring States, still remained.

“Ooh, ooh.”

The demon king opened the cover with half excitement and half fear. Then, he slowly begins to carve the letters into his ruby-colored eyes.

…

The last time she saw the poem, she said this.

– Bad! This is not a book I’m sorry, tree!

I hope the same reaction won’t come out.

…

By the way.

Her expression was not very good. A drop of cold sweat ran down the side of his soft cheek.

When I read the first chapter, it seemed as if the flame of life was going out in the eyes of the demon king, who was filled with spirit.

…

In the end, I read the letters with dead eyes like a pile of grass on a dry earth due to drought.

-Tup

Closed the cover of the book.

-Kokok

And then the demon lord came to me, wrapped around my back, and hugged me tightly. She patted my back weakly and lifted her face.

…

“… What? Those eyes that look at that poor dying animal?”

“It’s okay. Are you okay.”

As if the demon king understood everything, he stroked his back.

“No, talk. For what?”

“… No. I read the book very well thank you…”

Her expression is as if her long-lived son is about to give up her exam life. That’s right…” She said, feeling like a mother laughing forlornly.

“Tell me if there is anything strange.”

“It’s okay. Are you okay. Just stay healthy like you are now.”

“Why!? What’s the matter?”

“Umm. It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m sorry. I guess I was too greedy. You don’t have to have a storybook or something. I can only have you.”

“Give it to me.”

I’d rather have bad words about books like last time. It’s like she’s given up on a part of me.

-Gap

She hurriedly opened the storybook she had covered on her table.

…

What is the problem?

“Where is it?”

“No, no, it’s okay. There are so many things you are good at, right? Let’s do something else I don’t have to read books for the rest of my life. And the book you just wrote is also interesting. Stop writing now.”

Stop writing ‘Give me’, she asked.

… I wonder if I’m only bothering her by making her big promises.

I think maybe I’m a little duller than others when it comes to writing stories.

Still. She cannot lose her trust with her.

And if you just look at the initial results and step out of the field once you have stepped in without much effort, isn’t it young and out of shape?

Let’s try one more time.

“Oh, I finished the children’s book today! Huh! Since this is the last volume, let’s celebrate! I’ll make beef jerky kimchi stew…”

“Only one book.”

“… Huh?”

“I’ll try one more book.”

The demon king’s face turned blue at my bomb declaration.

“No. No. No. I can’t do that. Really.”

“It’s okay. I’m not having a hard time. I promised you…”

“Is it … Are you trying to kill me!? You should have done that! Stop!”

The Demon King, who couldn’t stand it and spoke his mind, desperately refused. From her shaking her head in fright, to her screaming at the dentist about not wanting to go to the dentist, her childhood image of me overlapped.

“Until the sun goes down.”

“Huh…?”

“Just give me time until it’s over. Until then, I will write it down.”

“… Whoops. But…”

“Do you trust me?”

“…Yes.”

She was always positive about this question. Is to believe in me

“I’m reading it again while I wait.”

“Poetry, I hate it.”

*

Several hours passed after I made such a boast.

However, I can’t come up with any inspiration.

‘James Lee…’

To have satisfied the devil’s demanding needs, he was a great writer and a new writer. He regretted accusing him of being a plagiarist. It seems I misunderstood the person.

…

Her As the promised time with her approaches, her bad heart suddenly fills up.

‘…’

Me too.

Shall we plagiarize?

Aren’t there many fairy tales I know? Hansel and Gretel, The Ugly Duckling, Swan Lake, The Nutcracker, Sunnim Moon, Sinbad, Kongjwi Patjwi, etc. Foxes and cranes, etc.

…

Close your eyes.

If only a few of these are mixed together. I could give her her joy like James did…

She offers to write her children’s book. Shaking her ashes of her children’s book from her hands, she told me.

-What’s a better word than good?

-Then I like you.

…Yes.

Even if you use a shortcut.

…

-Crash square

The pen, which has been stationary for a while, begins to dance on the paper.

…

She cast a spell on herself who was lying again.

This is not a lie.

It’s not plagiarism.

To the girl who will live alone in this tower for the rest of her life.

It’s just a little bit of things made by people outside.

– Crunchy Crunchy

-Uhuhuhuh! So much fun! Also my friend

When I think of her smiling face, the corners of her mouth move wildly. As if the pen had been oiled, it accelerated even more.

Has there ever been a time when I was determined not to make her laugh?

I’m sure this will be a great success.

Yes. This is a lie I know very well.

But, but.

Anyway.

– Crunchy Crunchy

After all, there is no reason for her to go to Earth and find her original.

– Square…

– Boom

I pressed the pen hard at the moment, and the ink came out in clumps.

…

-Tteudeuk

I tore the paper I had been using for a while from the bundle.

-Chieik, chiik

The demon king tore it so he could never see it. Finely chop it so that not a single letter is connected.

-Turbuck, turbuck

-Drreuk

I opened the window and spread all the plagiarized works I had been writing a while ago. This is the second time I’ve thrown a piece of paper out of a window…

No.

‘…Then I threw two paper airplanes.’

Then the third.

…Wasting precious paper.

‘Ha ha.’

-Turbuck, turbuck

Come back to the desk and lie face down.

If I had just written it, the demon king would have been happy for a moment. I’m sure he likes it, runs around the castle, and makes me hug him.

‘…’

But.

But for some reason, when I wrote it and showed it to her, it felt like she was admitting that she would never go to Earth with me, so I felt her reluctance.

… I can’t even deny otherwise. Maybe a miracle might happen.

If, really, if I really go to Earth with the Demon King…

I wish I could see the masterpiece fairy tales through the eyes of the demon king.

‘…If I go back.’

Yes. Let’s take the devil’s hand and go to the library. With five of the most books she had, her eyes would be wide open and she would wander around without any library manners or anything, so she must be careful in advance.

‘…’

When I imagined going to the library with the devil, funny scenes came to my mind.

In her strange place, when she asks her greedy person to borrow her books, he picks up one of her large bookshelves and brings her whole, and quarrels with the librarian to make her a library membership card. If you get a membership card, you might cherish it so much that you wear it around your neck like a paper crane.

With that being said, time is running out, but without realizing it, I fell into my imagination for a while.

‘…Oops.’

I really don’t have time anymore. Disappoint her if you don’t quicken her…

‘Huh?’

… Suddenly.

I come up with an idea of what it would be like to translate my imagination from a little while ago into writing. Even just imagining it for a moment is so fun.

‘…This is it.’

Adventure stories like Peter Pan and Sinbad move our hearts. This is because you can find extraordinary things that are far from everyday life in it.

Then the opposite.

Wouldn’t it be possible to give the devil, who does not have a daily life, the feeling of presenting the daily life of an ordinary earthling?

– Crunchy Crunchy

After thinking that far, the pen starts moving again. The uncomfortable feeling I had when I wrote the plagiarized work earlier was gone. It actually feels like being in her library with her.

Then, I suddenly realized that I was laughing happily while I was writing.

*

“How is it?”

“…”

The Demon King did not take his eyes off the book and read it to the end.

‘… Whoa. Something is tense.’

Maybe she’s still playing space, but she’s acting clumsily because this is her last book.

‘…If you say it’s not good this time, let’s really give it up.’

Yes. How perfect is a person One or two things I can’t do well…

“This is it!!”

She’s blown away! Shouted. I haven’t even read half of the storybook yet.

“Okay! Good! I love it! It’s as fun as 6 seconds!!”

She said with tears welling up in her eyes. He must have been nervous because he was afraid he would suffer again from terrifying content.

Rather than that now, it’s a reaction that seems like it could be sucked into a children’s book at any moment.

“What is this!? Library? Membership card? Rental period? It’s like I’m in the library with you!”

…

Wow, I finally did it!

After two failed attempts.

Finally, the first work is a success.

The criterion for success is very simple and clear.

You just have to smile as brightly as she does now.

She asked, her eyes twinkling.

“Ho, is this me?”

“Huh?”

“Here, am I the girl trying to make a membership card?”

…

“Isn’t it?”

Hmm.

I don’t know why.

Something was very embarrassing.

The fact that I wrote her while thinking of her.

Look at this level of lies.

“… That, is it? Well… I don’t laugh like an idiot like this…”

‘… No, that part is like you the most.’

She put on a very slightly disappointed look, but she quickly brushed it off and returned to focusing on her storybook. With a copy of In her hands, she carried it to her bed and read it on her stomach. She flipped her white feet and, just as she did when she wrote, smiled broadly and busily flipped through her pages.

“Kee hee hee.”

I can’t believe they liked it so much with the text written by an amateur in a sloppily stitched paper booklet.

I am more than happy.

I feel sorry every time I fall asleep with this. She asked, lying down beside her.

“What part is so interesting?”

“… Huh? What?”

She was so focused that she couldn’t hear the person next to her.

“What part is so interesting?”

“hehehe. Here comes a kid just like you!”