The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

As my fourth birthday approached, I told my parents at the dinner table.

"Can't I get a blank book for my birthday this year, the thicker one I can"

It was the first time I ever laid things on these parents.

My parents looked at me with a slightly troubled face after a moment of much more surprised faces.

"Yuri, what do you use it for? Such a thing."

"I mean diary... I want to write down what I thought"

"Really, you can read and write now?

"Of course you can. There's so much more to teach."

In fact, Suzuya, a Mandarin teacher, had little more to teach.

Even so, that doesn't mean my language learning is perfect at all.

Suzuya is a woman of peasant origin, and apparently married Luke in a surprisingly romantic marriage way at the edge of the aristocratic class.

Suzuya, who grew up as a peasant, although he can read and write some, has only the ability to graduate from elementary school, for example, due to Japanese circumstances.

I can write my own name, like a directional sign stabbed in the road, or to the point where I can read the occasional circulation board without bitterness.

Luke is a nobleman for once, so I have a few books at home about legal relationships and a brief history, but Suzuya couldn't read those books, which are written in difficult language.

Besides, why would I want a blank book, not to keep a diary, of course.

In my previous life, I wanted to write it down so that I wouldn't forget what I knew when I was in Japan.

"Please. I don't need a birthday present next year or again, so buy it."

I bowed my head deeply.

"But hey, you don't know, books are such an expensive substitute"

I felt Luke's tone enter my father's specific sermon mode.

"Yes......"

In this case, I can only be a yes-man while taking a special victory attitude.

"I wouldn't mind buying you one. But it's not like the toy around here, so if it's like a graffiti book, it's not worth buying."

This was certainly Luke's point.

Paper in this country is not Japanese paper or Western paper, but parchment paper.

Parchment is made from the skin of beasts and animals.

I purposefully sell what I can sell as fur, even as it is, by scraping and cutting my hair until it thins.

Needless to say, it is a laborious product, naturally, but the book that binds it also has to be expensive.

I don't know the actual price, but when it comes to Japanese yen, it's not strange to spend about 400,000 to 500,000 yen.

Of course, it saves you the hassle of writing letters as a book, so if it's blank, it might be about 300,000, but it still makes no difference that it's expensive.

It's not the same as buying me a video game body.

Where are the parents who would buy a four-year-old that would only seem to be such an expensive and useless long item?

Even when I say diary, it's normal to imagine something like a kindergarten child's picture diary, so I would also say write it on a wooden board.

But I really wanted it.

"You, let me buy you one. Yuri has always helped me with the house. I've never wanted anything before."

Suzuya, your mother's nice follow-up went in.

Tell him more.

"Yeah, but books cost about four thousand ruga."

"What... so?

Suzuya said surprised.

Surprise may be a somewhat too modest expression.

Stunning, he had a better face like that.

I don't know the monetary value of four thousand ruga.

"Oh. So if you're paying the same four thousand ruga, you can buy as many toys as you want. I don't buy books."

"After all I've thought about, toys are fine."

Because I don't want toys or anything serious.

It's a building block or something.

"I'll help you with the house or whatever, please. I will never waste it."

I ate down.

"Is that true?

Oops?

"It's really true"

I gave him a serious look.

Even so, it's a child's face, so it won't be a big force.

"Right...... then, to be keen on helping your mother first. And from now on, I'm also going to help with ranch work. If I promise you this, I'll buy you one."

"Is it true? I promise."

Ok in two replies.

Now that I've learned the crazy word, I'm free to stay home.

"Okay."

Luke fisted his right hand and offered.

What? Are you even going to shake hands?

"?... What is it?

"I'll show you how men promise each other. Fist out."

I fisted as I was told.

Luke slapped the top and bottom of my fist, held vertically, with a fist that did the same, and finally stuck his fist together perfectly.

"Open your hands."

I broke my fist and broke my hand, so I'll take that too.

I thought you were gonna shake hands. Luke grabbed my wrist.

I thought I should do that too, and I tried to hold Luke's wrist, but my hand was too small to hold Luke's wrist.

"We're gonna pull together here for a long time."

When Luke said that, he gently snapped my hand.

Reflectively, I pull back, too.

"Got it? Let's do it again."

Now that I know the procedure, I punched him in the fist smoothly and shook his odd hand.

Is there such a custom?

I see, it is a much more formal and man-smelling handshake than finger clinging.

Luke and I grabbed each other by the wrist and something hot crept up in the back of my chest, not even in the pattern.

I feel that this promise should not be broken.

"If I do this and break my vows, they say that he won't be proud anymore. You shouldn't have done this so cheaply."

"Okay."

Let's remember the liver.

"I called it a man to man, but shouldn't you do it with a woman?

When I asked him that, Luke looked at me with a slightly grumpy eye.

Next thing you know, for some reason, the bat looks bad and looks suzuya.

Suzuya had a cheerful face and smiled.

"It's something else."

"Really?"

Probably falls into the category of cheating.

"There are things that men do, and women do, and men and women do. You can never be a man and a woman, except once at a wedding."

"Okay."

Is that like having more problems than prenuptial negotiations?

Maybe if you cheer up and do this with a prostitute you're familiar with when you go sex or something, you're going to lose your social trust that there's a huge problem.

If I did, my sweet Suzuya mother would pull and slap me in the full swing.

"I'll never do it, so it's okay"

"Promise."

"Yes, I'm fine"

"It's okay, Yuri knows you shouldn't do this halfway through."

Suzuya said in a gentle voice.

The voice color felt like I wasn't even worried about fine dust about me, and on the contrary, it was enough to make me anxious.

Either that or I'm a scumbag.

"Oh well."

"More than that, you'd have to go to the capital if you were to buy a book, wouldn't you? Why don't you take him next time you go?

"What, in the capital?

"It's the first time Yuri has ever spooked something. It's what I want so badly, I'm sure. Then you'd better let them choose for themselves. It would be pathetic if I bought something nasty and disappointed you."

Nice follow.

"So is that, it might be a good opportunity to give Yuri a tour of the capital... next week I have a delivery of Wang Eagle, so shall we go then"

Seriously.

It's something you don't even wish for.

"... I'm so glad. Thank you."

Unexpectedly my cheeks loosen with joy.

The two parents looked at my child's face like that and smiled softly.