Shake the Carrot if You Are Caught by the Devil

Chapter 69

69 – Abduction

It didn’t have the fruity scent that always emanated from the left side of the bed.

– Tuk, Tuk

I tried groping with my open hand before my eyes, but I couldn’t catch the horn.

There was no demon king.

‘…Where did you go?’

When I came to the kitchen with half-closed eyes, there was a note with a crooked handwriting on it. Again?

-The diabolical kidnapper＞

1. Eat all the rice prepared (Feed the paper cranes too.)

2. Shake off the blankets and ventilate the room.

3. Sweep the room with a broom and wipe everything with a dry rag (If you sweep it, you will get scolded. If you check it, you will know whether it was cleaned or not)

4. Dust off the roof of the paper house.

5. Wipe the bathroom mirror clean (no hand marks)

6. Water only the first row of cabbage, and do not touch the zucchini with your hands and cut off the shoots with scissors. Carrots are trampled down… No, just two from the end. And since there are seedlings to plant, just dig eight holes.

7. Are you bored? Would you die to see him? Do you want to touch me right now? Yes… Actually, I am an understanding kidnapper.

‘Sometimes he said he was a heinous kidnapper.’

For you who are bored. Ok let me play the game Since the demon king wrote 10 on the back of the paper, you should also write 10 under it.

…

A diabolical and understanding kidnapper who seems like a match for the devil.

There is one more sheet on the back of the paper. It’s probably a warning letter that says what will happen if you refuse.

…Don’t equate eating carrots with meteo drive.

…

‘Puck. Who could kidnap you…’

…

At the bottom, there is also a chimera that is presumed to have failed after trying to draw a donkey. He is a kidnapper who can’t even draw dirty pictures.

The Demon King has been away from home before.

I remember spending the day doing various things that the devil ordered me to do.

‘… Whoa.’

Her deep sigh comes out at the fact that she is not there.

-Goyo

A demon castle without a demon king is no different from a dingy haunted house of mining garbage.

-Sseuk

Picks up the paper she wrote.

‘… Why are there so many?’

I also help with some of the demon king’s housework, but when I list her daily schedule, I realize that my work so far is just the tip of the iceberg.

Even if I try to help, the diligent Demon King always finishes the work before I touch it.

Since I came to this world, I have lived a busy life without rest… After being imprisoned in this castle, I secretly lean on her diligence and enjoy many conveniences.

In other words, naturally, it is something that should be helped.

That is the duty of a housemate.

…

When you get a chance to help, do it well.

‘Should I shake off the blanket first?’

I walk to her window carrying the blanket I covered with her the night before. I tightened my grip and pushed the blanket out the window.

– Ride! Mask! Mask!

Be careful. Because if I did something wrong, my only futon might fall from the 100th floor. The best futon here, given by the demon king.

I am eating the kimchi pancake that the king made for breakfast. As she usually did, she set her bowl down in front of the paper crane. Is this the right way to do it?

Since the paper crane is holding its head upright, I don’t know if it is eating or meditating.

Every morning at the table, looking at the origami crane occupying a spot at the head of the table, is it really alive? I keep hearing the misunderstanding these days. Madman is over

…

“… Is it delicious?”

“…”

Of course, there is no answer.

…

I knelt down on the table and poked the paper crane with my finger. Perhaps because she gave me a morning buff, she would be fine even if I stabbed my fist, the No. Rather, I will become Captain Hook.

…

“Paper crane.”

“…”

“You mean.”

“…”

“I’ll take good care of it like now. Couldn’t it be turned into a game after a year?”

“…”

…

What are you doing? Me…

For some reason, paper cranes said, ‘What, this. Aren’t you sick? Will you answer that I’m talking to a paper crane?’

…

“I just tried it. Bastard. Eat something.”

– Flash, flash

Like the military barracks before the division commander came, they were cleaned without a speck of dust. I’m afraid the demon king will slip. I was worried. Not her head, of course, but the stone floor that will be smashed.

And.

“Okay, that’s it.”

She is reworking her poorly assembled bookcase. She didn’t ask for it, but she will definitely like it. Correct her bilateral symmetry, and tuck her protruding nails in plain sight.

…

Looking at these nails, I remember the demon king nailing the picture frame hanging in the kitchen.

-Where is the hammer?

-Kwook.

She gently pressed the nail into the stone wall with her white little finger like a button on a standing light, and the nail went into the stone.

– Huh? What did you just say

-No. Nothing.

-…? Why are you talking high all of a sudden?

It was the moment when my holy oath that I would not be broken by the devil for the rest of my life became even stronger.

– Tuk, Tuk

“It’s much more plausible than before, isn’t it?”

I asked for the evaluation of the origami crane hanging around my neck. ‘Huh. The dog tickles This.’

Eight holes were drilled as the demon king ordered.

…

There is no artificial sun created by the demon king. Well, I will make it again when I come back.

She knows the right temperature for each of her vegetables and has adjusted them with her magic. So, if you have seedlings or seeds, you can grow any vegetable. The size of the land was small, but it was suitable for the two of her and me.

…

She said the last time she hit her lottery ticket, she said she was running out of food. It was probably a delicacy and rare food like meat or ketchup.

…

The Demon King always tries to feed me something delicious. As if if I didn’t, I would get bitten by this place and leave.

‘Because it’s not.’

She wants to deny her insecurities. Whatever was served as a side dish was delicious. I don’t forget to praise the food every time. Even so, she seems to be anxious, so she cooks with care without sparing ingredients for each meal.

What…

Still, eating delicious food feels good. Me, she, or her money is nowhere to be spent. If you can afford it, it’s best to spend it on food.

The Demon King… No, she had carried out all of the kidnapper’s requirements. Now all she has to do is wait for her nefarious captors to release her as she promised.

I was going to make more dolls to fill the bag, but there were no doll bags in the warehouse. Maybe she took it for sale on her own.

… Gulp.

I didn’t think the reason the demon king went out was to see her intestines. Because the other day when I had a cold, I wasted all my money buying plain water from some swindler.

But if you sell the doll sack and make money. This time she…

… Gulp.

The other day, the demon king bought thunder bird steak and gold kiwi juice. It was too extravagant for our circumstances, but I couldn’t help but salivate as a conditioned reflex.

‘… I’ve made it. Baek Dong-ha.’

In this world, food to me is like the gas a poor man puts in his car. Because I can’t eat it. Always put in your mouth as much as you can endure.

-Dongha. Are you really not going to eat it?

-Uh. It should be this.

-… Too bad. I can give you this delicacy… Just write your name on a piece of paper once?

-Where? In the petition for the introduction of the conscription system of dark elf youth? No.

-… Don’t you understand Dong-ha sometimes? He also dances in a boy group and is a clown whose specialty is vocal mimicry… There are times when he firmly refuses.

-You have to have been in the military to know how f*cked up it is. Yuria you motherf*cker. This is why I f*cking hate you, the white elves. I enlisted you white elves…

– Fishyuk.

– Clink.

Yuria shot an arrow at my rice bowl.

-…

The blue eyes spewed blood and pointed at the tip of the arrow pointed at me.

The rice bowl was smashed, and corn spilled on the floor. The droplets of blood from the cuts on the fingertips and the porridge he had just eaten were mixed and smeared on his hands.

I only have this for today.

-…

-You’re talking too much. Porter. Have you forgotten your identity? I might even pierce that cheeky tongue.

It was rare for YuRia to get angry with sincerity. Yuria pointed an arrow at my face. Is she aiming for the tongue?

– Yuria, calm down!

– Mr. Dong Ha. Apologize quickly and be done with it.

-Nine. If you’re not going to eat chicken skewers, give it to me.

…Apologize?

The goblin in front of me was disgusting. Of course I would lose if I fought, but I wanted to rush in and crumple that arrogant face. Even if you get hit by an arrow and die.

But.

Whether I win or lose that b*tch.

Live or die.

I will remain in this world.

I didn’t like that.

I am.

I have to go back.

To do that, I needed that trash.

-Sorry.

…

-…! You, your hands are bleeding!

Yuria, who put down the collar of the arrow, came running. And she belatedly checked my hands and pretended to be concerned.

-Mi, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt your hand. Why did I miss…

… I’m putting on a show. b*tch.

I lowered my tail, and only then did I act like a normal person. It is a pig-like greed to win battles and gain prestige.

-Let it go.

-…

Leave behind Yuria, who made a very crumpled expression, and walked. She went to the creek and washed her porridge-soiled hands. The water seeped into her wound and it stung.

The sun has set.

– Boom

I like the game that I wrote down for a while. As she waited for her, she got bored and filled her ten and still had less, so she ended up writing number 68.

…

‘Why don’t you come like this?’

…

‘Did I really get kidnapped?’

…

The paper crane occupying her place on the bed seemed to be saying, ‘I bet he did it… Someone kidnapped him.’

Not only that, but that ridiculous threatening letter is unmistakably the work of the devil.

… And yet.

It’s so late that bad thoughts fill up.

-Hey, I’ll give you this ketchup candy, so why don’t you follow me?

-Kihihi. Huh! Shall we go!

Or something.

-Hey, hey. Isn’t the red-eyed kid over there cute? Watch me flirting with him.

-Turbuck, turbuck

– Hey. A friend who is as pretty as 6 seconds wind there.

– Huh? Did you call me

-Do you want to go home? There are 100 games.

-Kihihi! Huh! Shall we go!

…

‘It’s quite possible, isn’t it?’

Her looks and innocence make her a target for crime.

Or maybe it went wrong fighting a strange party.

…

My hands go to paper cranes. When she’s anxious, she says sometimes she grabs a paper crane and prays…

‘God… Please.’

I understood that feeling.

It’s getting closer to dawn. I put down the good game notes I used up to number 721 a long time ago.

“I’ll be back.”

For some reason, I say hello to the origami crane, feeling like I have to go.

Putting on her scarf, in the kitchen she held up the bastard sword she had been using as her kitchen knife before. It was also very heavy.

What is this?

She wonders if something bad has happened to her.

She said that the demon lord had planted a bomb near the entrance when she went out before.

‘…Will it happen again?’

… I still have to go. If I stay like this, even if I don’t step on the bomb, I feel anxious and it will explode.

She strides towards the entrance like that.

‘… Please.’

Please, I hoped that the Demon King would be safe.

So I passed the corner and headed for the door.

“Wow?”

Just in time, the demon king wearing a hood came in from beyond the door. Seeing me he lowers the hood. Was it to cover her horns?

“… Whoa…!”

Tension escapes from the rigid body.

-Clang

I put down the bastard sword I was dragging.

“… Oh, did you pick me up!? Okay, write down all the games…”

“Hey!”

I screamed and she freaked out.

“Uh, huh?”

“Why are you so late?”

Is it because of the sense of relief?

Tears welling up. Every day she teased her by calling her a strawberry coney or a crybaby, but what would happen if she cried here.

“…”

Her facts I am just madly grateful to her for her safe return.

-Trudge

Her

Approach her and look around her. White skin. The fruity scent, and even the ‘aaa…’ Sound that leaked out of her mouth when she was embarrassed. Everything she was right She has been certified.

“Sorry for yelling. I’m so worried.”

“… Huh? Angry, aren’t you angry?”

“I’m angry. I’m afraid the kidnapper won’t give you back.”

“…Kee-hee-hee! What! You’re worried because I’ve been kidnapped.”

She seems a little happy that she succeeded in the kidnapper issue. She took her hand She was frozen because it was cold outside.

“I’m glad.”

Somehow, it seems that she and her position are reversed today.

“Ow… I’m sorry I’m late. But I wanted to see you, so I was released as early as possible.”

“What are you late for?”

“… Umm…”

“…”

“Ah! I have better news than that.”