Shake the Carrot if You Are Caught by the Devil

78 – I like new clothes and people like old ones (6)

“… It’s a paper crane?”

“Um, yes? But why are you wearing it around your neck?”

“…”

The Demon King thought that if he talked to Rebecca any more, her friend would scold him. So he shut up again. However, the silence was quickly broken by Rebecca’s second thoughtless remark.

“… No. It just looks cool.”

“That, right?”

As soon as Rebecca started praising the paper crane, the demon king gently waggled her tail. He said yesterday that he and Baek Dong-ha are good friends. Pinkie was a demon king who thought maybe he was a good person.

“Yes. Especially the wing part is cleared.”

“Clearing land? That’s a word you shouldn’t use. You mean it’s still cool?”

“Yes.”

The demon king, who was in a good mood, specially let Rebecca touch the paper crane.

“It’s pretty.”

Rebecca, who was caressing the paper crane, praised it.

“Isn’t it? A friend of mine made it.”

“Oh, really? Dong-ha made a lot of things for me in the past.”

“… What?”

The demon king flinched as if water had flowed down his throat where the fish bones were suddenly caught.

“Dongha made me this hair tie before, see the knee covers here? Dongha made this too. He is very good with his hands.”

“…”

The demon king felt strange. My friend was able to be nice to others. Because I’m a colleague. If it was natural, it was natural.

“And here on the shoulder…”

A conversation between a friend and his old friend who has been together for a much longer time than he has been together for only a few months.

For reasons unknown to him, the demon king felt his heart choke and his throat sore. And I saw the origami crane hanging around his neck.

“…”

Somehow, he is a demon king who wants to boast more about what he has received.

“This is no ordinary paper crane.”

“… Huh? What does that mean?”

“This is a crane that turns into a game in a year.”

So the demon king explained to Rebecca about paper cranes. He gives buffs every morning, lives and eats together, and now that it will soon turn into a game, he and Baek Dong-ha promised to play together.

…

Rebecca thought.

…

Wow.

What a dog. Dongha too. Called.

“Isn’t that huge? You will be fine.”

“Isn’t it? Hee hee.”

“Can I touch you one more time?”

“hehehe. Only once?”

The demon king felt relieved. And if he finds out that Bunhong is a nicer kid, will he show me the paper house and let me read Or ? I even thought about it briefly.

…!

‘Ah, it can’t be like this.’

They bullied my friend. They are very naughty kids. He couldn’t even open his heart.

…

The Demon King was curious.

Why did I bother my friend who is so kind, thoughtful, good at games, good at cooking, and handsome?

The Demon King asked Rebecca why.

“… Umm… I don’t know either. In fact, we talked about it among ourselves earlier.”

“… What are you talking about?”

“Starting with Nine saying to Dorothy, ‘You treated Dongha so badly that I was born this month!’ And then we fought each other, wondering if it was you or me. I just liked Dong-ha, crushed him, bet on his wrestling skills, and had him run errands at the blacksmith’s shop. Isn’t this something that can be done between friends?”

“As expected, you are bad. I need to get scolded.”

The demon king put a rear naked choke on Rebecca in a dark hallway. Until Rebecca’s desperate scream, ‘I won’t bully Dong-ha again!’ After that, Rebecca, who came out of the bathroom, was brought back to her cabbage field and the devil returned to his seat.

*

“Ugh.”

“Titan’s head, Demeter’s protection…”

I saw a demon king buffing paper cranes from the side. In fact, I always see him, so there was nothing special about him.

‘…’

Anyway, one year isn’t that long…

No. I said that if I put a buff on the origami crane, a year before it turns into a game, it’s actually less than a year left.

‘…’

-I will leave here unconditionally before one year is up. If that doesn’t work, let’s make a parachute out of a tablecloth and jump down.

… No more.

The time to tell the truth to the Demon King is coming.

…

I know very well how much that origami crane means to her.

That’s why I can’t say more.

There was always a paper crane with me in her pleasant memories.

He gave rules and hope to the demon lord’s gray daily life, which didn’t have much fun.

But now, if you say that’s not the case. Will the demon king be able to handle it?

No, obviously not.

It will surely collapse. Will cry

I don’t like it.

I can’t get used to the demon king’s crying face no matter how many times I try. No, my tolerance weakens every time I see it.

…

I know best that this is not something that can be solved by postponing it.

…

What on earth should I do?

Should I hope for an improbable magic like the last meteor shower?

“You know.”

I shifted my gaze from the ceiling to the demon king’s voice calling my way. It seems that I gave you all the buffs for today.

“Thank you. For giving me this as a gift.”

The Demon King said while stroking the paper crane’s head. He is looking at the origami crane with a more adorable face than the other days.

*

After several days, the barrier is still intact.

As a result, the working days of idiots became longer. Maybe he’s gotten used to it now, but he doesn’t grumble and his hands move first. The fussy Dorothy no longer cared about getting dirt on her skirt.

The clearing was widened. Because he thought it would be good to do it while he was doing it.

“Red. It’s a carrot spot, so you have to dig a little deeper.”

The demon king said to Nine. The Demon King called them by their hair color. Nine is red, Rebecca is pink, Yuria is yellow, and Dorothy is called Haerongie because of her hairstyle. Still, I think Demon King has a better naming sense than me.

“Ah, yes. YuRia, do you have any fertilizer left over there?”

“I put it next to the jewel star over there. Rebecca. I’m going to the bathroom, will you go with me?”

…

‘I’m done with farmers.’

Adaptability was good. This would be enough to last for 37 days at the Army Training Center.

The Demon King went around and helped all party members when they did something wrong.

“Grunt, child! Why is this not picked? Full-bodied! I’ll blow it all up with magic…”

A shadow stood in front of Dorothy, who grumbled while plucking cabbages in a corner. When Dorothy raised her head, the demon king, the object of fear, was looking down.

“Huh? What are you blowing?”

“Oh no! You said it wrong! Just for one night please…”

“Umm. No, haerong It’s like this here.”

The Demon King held Dorothy’s hand and showed him a demonstration. Dorothy was afraid of the Devil, but seemed to learn his tricks.

…

‘What is this all about?’

I just hoped that the barrier would open as soon as possible and that everyone would disappear.

*

After work, I went to the cabbage field right away, and the things that I had been dormant for some reason came to the kitchen.

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“… Today’s work is over. What are you doing? Aren’t you going to end up in a cabbage field?”

We were going to eat delicious kimchi stew and play with the devil, but some beggars were staring at us from behind the table.

“…That’s…”

…

Everyone’s eyes turned to the kimchi stew on the table. Of course, they didn’t do their part. For we looked with contempt at the food we used to eat.

Yes.

Since you kept starving, things have changed, haven’t they?

“Don’t snoop around and get out of here.”

“…”

The four made a disappointed face. That face was no longer a nobleman, a noble elven archer, or a swordsman. It’s nothing but a ramen beggar.

Then the demon king flashed up from his seat as if he had remembered something.

“I mean you…”

Hope came into the eyes of the beggars. It is a face that makes you wonder if the demon king will give you anything, taking pity on the ignorant ones who were filled with their wits and aristocratic guts.

“You came because the smell of kimchi was strong. Hey hey, go away. Don’t worry! I will never give it to you!”

Hey, our demon king. Well done.

It was excellent to drop it after expecting it.

“Big, you know… Last time we were a bit harsh…”

“No. Are you okay. I forgot everything Doesn’t it smell toxic? Go back soon.”

The demon king dragged the four, who seemed to have a lot to say, and pushed them into the cabbage field. I didn’t know because there was no way to know all this time, but when the demon king is with me, he seems to hate it when someone interrupts.

*

The next morning.

A rare sight unfolded in the cabbage field.

You wouldn’t believe anyone in this world.

I came to pick you up to work in the morning, but isn’t everyone picking up crops one by one and eating them crunchily? Even Dorothy was eating cabbage.

“Oh, no… That’s it.”

“Didn’t I say, ‘Wow, who eats stuff like that?’ The other day? Are you Dorothy?”

“Oh, I didn’t eat.”

“Cover the tooth marks on the cabbage.”

Angrily at the Frostmen who lost their human dignity, the demon king approached and shouted one by one. In the meantime, Nine, who ate a carrot, just hit it.

“Ugh, you guys are hungry, right?”

“…”

“Do you want to eat that kimchi stew before?”

Then, everyone put down the vegetables they were crunching and gathered around the demon king in twos and threes. Shameless years. It was already less than cattle.

*

-Cheongchaeng,

The sound of spoons and plates clashing and the sound of teeth filling the kitchen.

There were no wizards who wouldn’t even eat anything other than the fairy’s grapes.

Seeing the four ravenously spoon kiting reminded me of the first time I was served kimchi stew by the devil. I don’t think I would have eaten like a beggar’s footswapper. If so, I wanted to throw myself away with shame.

*

“Wow, I ate so well!”

“Your cooking skills are the two major mountain ranges of Dongha! I will never ignore kimchi jjigae again!”

“I will. Spicy is highly addictive. By the way, what is Rebecca doing?”

“Uh… Huh? Oh no It’s not like licking the soup off the bowl.”

It was full of praise for the Demon King’s cooking.

“…Really? Lol.”

The Demon King also looked a bit happy.

The four serfs, who had been intimidated all this time, chatted noisily for the first time in a long time. It looks like I’m going to have a good time with my back.

“…”

– Knock Knock Knock!

…

I can’t stand it.

It is not a kitchen full of joy, always talking to the devil.

It has turned into a window for trash talk.

I am silent in a corner of the table.

The four talking loudly while leaning against the back of a chair.

In the past, they called me out of the blue and harassed me.

“Dongha!”

Like this.

“There was a reason you gained weight. So delicious…”

“The kitchen stinks, so if you finish eating, go away.”

“…”

I didn’t like it.

I hated it so much.

Though they remember their past activities, that calmness of naturally revealing their false teeth and splitting the threads.

It’s one thing to cover up past trauma as a victim, and another to look at what the perpetrator covered up.

I felt like I was going to get sick. He did not even touch the delicious food prepared by the Demon King.

-Drreuk

-Wack

I grabbed four empty dishes from the table and started washing the dishes.

-Joljoljoljol

Like removing very dirty things. Cleanly.

-Ppodeuk Bodeuk

…

-Ppodeuk Bodeuk

…

After washing the dishes for a long time, I looked back and saw that the four were gone and only the demon king was waiting for me.

“Kee hee hee. Shall we go?”

“Yes.”

*

“… Why are you doing this today?”

“I want to do this.”

Before I went to sleep, I received a free pass written in crooked handwriting by the demon king.

“…Isn’t it almost arbitrary?”

“Hey, what did you just say?”

“No. I will write well.”

… It’s a free pass.

If another level beauty with ridiculously soft skin gives you something like this, isn’t it decided what you want?

-Casting, casting

I have to touch my cheeks all night long.

It seems that the body is floating and bouncing through the clouds. I felt the turbid energy permeating my whole body and the darkness being cleansed. I must be addicted. This is why I can’t seem to stop taking drugs.

-Casting, casting

‘…Ah… Good.’

Demons gather within a few steps.

If you go back a few months, memories like dogs are stained.

The soft flesh that can be grasped at the fingertips now creates a barrier to prevent such things from coming over.

“… Great. My friend.”

The demon king hugged me and said. It is heartbreaking to see her small arms and her body struggling to wrap herself around me and hug me.

“… hehehe. You seem too big for me to hold.”

…

I only looked into the demon king’s eyes without answering. She said her

“…Probably your bad memories too. It must be so painful for a short kid like me… To be unable to embrace it even with open arms.”

…

That goes for you too.

You have memories like that too.

“But you overcame it well… And came to me. Thank you so much. Thank you to both the you of the past and the you of the present. Hee hee.”

…

Thank you, a word that the Demon King often says. Everyone in this world hates her for her.

-Today is Chinese cabbage!

Still, the Demon King always lives in this world feeling grateful.

In the meantime… She must have suffered more than me.

The demon king goes through life bumping into new sorrows every day. Even so, he always tries to show me a bright smile.

…

Unlike him, I was immature and passed on my sadness to her. I made her pull the thorn out of my wound again.

“I’m sorry.”

“… Huh? What?”

Wouldn’t it be nice to be in the same space with the demon king who tried to kill him?

…

I’m not giving the old party members any grandiose tolerance.

The barrier will open soon anyway. Until then, I have no choice but to bump into them. Because the demon king chose to send them back without killing them.

Didn’t I respect the devil’s choice? If she gets angry here, the innocent girl will feel sorry for her.

Yes. How many years have you endured? Compared to that, this is nothing. Let’s be patient even if we are together.

Not for them, but for the devil who cares about me.

“Shall we have them wash the dishes tomorrow?”

“Oh, that’s a great idea!”