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Authors: Satoshi Wagahara
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was too busy to sustain her stalker duties, this was the most concerted effort she made to keep tabs on Sasazuka ever since she first discovered the Devil King two months ago.
And today, on day four, she was butting against the weekend with absolutely nothing to show for it.
Fridays were always busy at work. Instead of staggering over after a long day dealing with calls, she opted for an early-morning spy run, even though the rate at which the sunlight was sapping her will to live was a crucial miscalculation.
“Nngh! I need to be reasonable here! If the Devil King and his gang are just working, eating, and sleeping every day, then great! Hooray for peace!”
Emi tried her best to inspire herself as she walked down a road alongside an irrigation canal that crossed north-south through Sasazuka’s residential area.
“…And here I am, hanging around these guys, who are just trying to mind their own business. I’m
totally
a stalker.”
It didn’t take long for her brain to work against her again.
Once the apartment building that housed the Devil’s Castle was in sight, Emi stopped to check on the bottle of 5-Holy Energy β in her shoulder bag.
She hadn’t felt any need for it up to now. She had her doubts she ever would.
And if she did, she was even
more
doubtful that the liquid inside would have any effect on her at all.
“Let’s just check up on things and get to work… The Devil King’s probably sleeping anyway, this early in the morning.”
Emi, demonstrating a clear lack of enthusiasm for her chosen duty even before arriving, folded up her umbrella and placed it in her bag to avoid being too conspicuous. Sneaking past the simple concrete-block wall that delineated the Villa Rosa Sasazuka property from its neighbors, she looked up at Room 201, the one closest to her on the other side.
The Devil’s Castle lacked air-conditioning, so the windows were constantly left open, letting her hear the castle’s denizens conversing with each other. It’s not like they were screaming at each other every day, though, so Emi wasn’t privy to exactly what they were saying.
Only once had she picked up on Ashiya, the human version of theGreat Demon General Alciel, lecturing Urushihara, the human version of Lucifer, about wasting money on something or other. It demonstrated all too well the pointlessness of keeping such close tabs on them.
“They must’ve done the laundry today. Nice job hanging all of it. Did they just throw it wherever it’d stay up, or what?”
The clothing and washcloths hanging off the window frames were hanging haphazardly in the wind, hopelessly wrinkled. Time passed by slowly as she contemplated this, until she had finally emptied her water bottle.
“…Well, nothing, I guess. I’m still a little early, but maybe I should head for work.”
Just as she muttered it to herself:
“My goodness, can’t you handle the laundry with at least a modicum of gentleness? I had no idea you knew so little of housekeeping, Hanzou.”
“?!”
Quickly, Emi flattened herself against the apartment’s outer wall to stay unnoticed, praising her fast reflexes as she did.
She froze at the sudden voice, her body instinctively carrying her to safety as she assessed the situation.
“If you hang this in such a wrinkled state, it will lose its shape! And you’ll see the most ghastly of crinkles once it dries. You should at least be aware of
that
much.”
Taking out a hand mirror, Emi extended it past the corner of the wall to examine the upstairs corridor.
It was a girl.
A girl, one she had never seen before, was evening out the wrinkles in the Devil’s Castle’s laundry, piece by piece.
“Right. Now, do it again. These summer blankets, as well. Spread them out wide, then use these clothespins to keep them in place. And if they fall down, back into the wash they go!”
“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.”
The sheepish voice that responded to her was undoubtedly Urushihara’s.
This was no mirage, no case
And today, on day four, she was butting against the weekend with absolutely nothing to show for it.
Fridays were always busy at work. Instead of staggering over after a long day dealing with calls, she opted for an early-morning spy run, even though the rate at which the sunlight was sapping her will to live was a crucial miscalculation.
“Nngh! I need to be reasonable here! If the Devil King and his gang are just working, eating, and sleeping every day, then great! Hooray for peace!”
Emi tried her best to inspire herself as she walked down a road alongside an irrigation canal that crossed north-south through Sasazuka’s residential area.
“…And here I am, hanging around these guys, who are just trying to mind their own business. I’m
totally
a stalker.”
It didn’t take long for her brain to work against her again.
Once the apartment building that housed the Devil’s Castle was in sight, Emi stopped to check on the bottle of 5-Holy Energy β in her shoulder bag.
She hadn’t felt any need for it up to now. She had her doubts she ever would.
And if she did, she was even
more
doubtful that the liquid inside would have any effect on her at all.
“Let’s just check up on things and get to work… The Devil King’s probably sleeping anyway, this early in the morning.”
Emi, demonstrating a clear lack of enthusiasm for her chosen duty even before arriving, folded up her umbrella and placed it in her bag to avoid being too conspicuous. Sneaking past the simple concrete-block wall that delineated the Villa Rosa Sasazuka property from its neighbors, she looked up at Room 201, the one closest to her on the other side.
The Devil’s Castle lacked air-conditioning, so the windows were constantly left open, letting her hear the castle’s denizens conversing with each other. It’s not like they were screaming at each other every day, though, so Emi wasn’t privy to exactly what they were saying.
Only once had she picked up on Ashiya, the human version of theGreat Demon General Alciel, lecturing Urushihara, the human version of Lucifer, about wasting money on something or other. It demonstrated all too well the pointlessness of keeping such close tabs on them.
“They must’ve done the laundry today. Nice job hanging all of it. Did they just throw it wherever it’d stay up, or what?”
The clothing and washcloths hanging off the window frames were hanging haphazardly in the wind, hopelessly wrinkled. Time passed by slowly as she contemplated this, until she had finally emptied her water bottle.
“…Well, nothing, I guess. I’m still a little early, but maybe I should head for work.”
Just as she muttered it to herself:
“My goodness, can’t you handle the laundry with at least a modicum of gentleness? I had no idea you knew so little of housekeeping, Hanzou.”
“?!”
Quickly, Emi flattened herself against the apartment’s outer wall to stay unnoticed, praising her fast reflexes as she did.
She froze at the sudden voice, her body instinctively carrying her to safety as she assessed the situation.
“If you hang this in such a wrinkled state, it will lose its shape! And you’ll see the most ghastly of crinkles once it dries. You should at least be aware of
that
much.”
Taking out a hand mirror, Emi extended it past the corner of the wall to examine the upstairs corridor.
It was a girl.
A girl, one she had never seen before, was evening out the wrinkles in the Devil’s Castle’s laundry, piece by piece.
“Right. Now, do it again. These summer blankets, as well. Spread them out wide, then use these clothespins to keep them in place. And if they fall down, back into the wash they go!”
“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.”
The sheepish voice that responded to her was undoubtedly Urushihara’s.
This was no mirage, no case
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