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the lunch and dinner rushes. Kisaki took a glance at the receipt and nodded, apparently satisfied.
    “Nice! We’re gonna make our daily sales target easy today. Great job, people! You all get one free drink on me. Let’s keep it going through the dinner rush, all right? Oh, and Marko, that was a perfect ten, how you treated that customer just now. Keep setting a good example for the new guys, okay?”
    Besides meeting her daily sales goals and keeping things positive and upbeat with the crew, Kisaki was a woman of few motivations. Hence why she was so ready to give Maou raises. Everything he did to improve his output and drive sales was exactly what she wanted to see.
    Maou firmly believed that surpassing her would be the first concrete step along the path to world supremacy.
    “Oh, by the way, did the earthquake yesterday affect you at all, Ms. Kisaki?”
    “Earthquake? Was there one?”
    That was about all the attention Kisaki paid the query as she pored over the sales figures. She had a condo somewhere nearby, but if that was her reaction, it was doubtful she felt anything at all.
    “Ah, nothing worth worrying about at this point, I guess.”
    He felt a twinge of guilt about Chiho, but for now, he knew his primary concern should likely be his upcoming late-night conference after work. Maou was on duty until closing time at midnight, so itwould likely come at the same time as yesterday. The more he thought about it, the more it plunged his mind into a state of depression.

    “So, what did you want to talk about?”
    Emi, drawn up to her full height, was waiting for Maou at the darkened residential intersection. Since their last encounter, she had changed into a blouse and a trim pair of jeans. There was nothing in her hands, but there was no telling what kind of hidden weapon she might whip out and fling at him.
    Kisaki’s free drink—MgRonald’s signature Platinum Roast Ice Coffee—was safely ensconced in Maou’s right hand, ready to be thrown at a moment’s notice.
    “I just wanted to ask you something.”
    His hips were firmly planted upon the saddle of Dullahan, allowing him the option of escape if times called for it.
    “Do you even
have
any intention of returning to Ente Isla?”
    “Huh? What’re you talking about?” Maou honestly failed to grasp her point. “Of course I do.”
    “So you don’t want to spend the rest of your life in this world?”
    “What, are you kidding me? What’s this all about, anyway?”
    “I was watching you work earlier.”
    “Wha—Where?! Not the bookstore again!”
    Emi ignored the question.
    “Your smile. Your snappy responses to questions. The trust the manager and the other employees put in you. That flexible approach you took with customers—that takes real
talent
. You’re, like, the ideal Maggie’s employee.”
    “What, are you from Osaka?”
    The battle over how to correctly abbreviate the name “MgRonald” was intense and heated, cleanly splitting the nation of Japan in half vertically, with both sides doggedly sticking to their preferred version. Maou knew that, and as a resident of eastern Japan, he knew that “Ronald’s” was the only correct—the only
sane
—version.
    “When we talked this morning, I thought you were just spouting nonsense to me on purpose. But watching you work today…you were really telling the truth, weren’t you?”
    Emi shrugged. “And, you know, if you’re
willing
to live out life as a bright, happy young man in this world, I’m perfectly willing to not kill you. That girl you worked with—you know, the cute one? It looked like she’s got a thing for you.”
    “Yeah. I was pretty much the guy who gave Chi all her training. She’s only been a full crew member for a coupla days, but she learns quick, and she’s really good at being polite with customers…so…”
    The Devil King was boasting about some rather unexpected feats.
    “Think about it. If you live out your life here, everything’s going to be fine.