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Authors: Satoshi Wagahara
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yell at him, and he never listens…”
Finally, Ashiya came in loud and clear. “Ms. Kamazuki” must be the girl’s name. The listlessness in Ashiya’s voice gave Emi more than a bit of pause.
“I will take care of preparations today, so watch me carefully, lest Shirou chides your performance on the morrow. Here, grate the ginger for me. You know how to use a grater, I trust.”
“All right… Hmm? Hey, Ashiya, we didn’t use up all the ginger, did we?”
Emi heard the refrigerator open, followed by Urushihara’s voice as he peered inside. Then, Ashiya’s weak, wavering voice continued.
“Ah… Last night’s was the last of it. Sorry, Ms. Kamazuki. We’ll have to make do with shallots alone today… Urushihara, shut the damned fridge door behind you!”
The strength popped right back into his voice at the end.
“Hmm, no ginger? It’ll be quite lacking in nutrition otherwise. I think I have some ginger amongst the vegetables I brought along. Perhaps I could fetch some?”
Emi could tell this Kamazuki girl was cooking inside Devil’s Castle. It raised the question of how she and the demons of that stronghold came to know each other in the first place.
She was never granted the time to calmly think it over.
“Let me look inside my room. I’m quite sure I had a healthy supply left.”
The woman’s voice began to shift from the kitchen to the front door. Was she going outside? Emi’s head swiveled around in a panic. There was no place to hide safely.
“Hanzou, while I’m gone, I want you to unravel the noodles for me with those kitchen chopsticks. Slowly, now. Make sure none of the strands stick to each other.”
“Right, right, right.”
“One
right
is quite enough! I will return shortly.”
The front door rattled. She was coming out! There was no time to guess which “room” she was headed for. Emi had to get away.
Her panic had caused her to lose track of her feet.
“Ah…”
The next thing she knew, Emi was midair, her feet slipping right off the top step of the staircase. The bright blue morning sky sparkled before her, the cicadas providing the ideal background music for her upcoming journey downward.
Off the corner of her eye, she saw her phone, her wallet, her commuter-pass holder, her folded umbrella, her half-read paperback novel, her makeup case, her hand mirror, her handkerchief, her memo pad, her bottle of 5-Holy Energy β, her toothpick case, a tissue packet with an advertisement for some loan-sharking firm printed on it, her pen case, her lip balm (which, for some reason, was unscrewed all the way out), and everything else in her shoulder bag disperse in all directions into the air.
“Yaaaaaagghhhhh!!”
After a moment to take all of that in, Emi herself began to fall in majestic fashion. She didn’t know exactly how much force she applied to the foot that slipped, but depending on how she landed, there was the potential for some serious injury. She braced for impact, unable to find a way to soften the blow in midair, when:
“Oof…?!”
With a dull, soft
thud
, the falling stopped without warning.
Emi closed her eyes out of instinct, but the pain was nothing like what she pictured. Instead, all she heard was the pitter-pat of assorted small objects falling around her, and:
“Owwwwwwwww…”
A familiar groaning voice right next to her.
Timidly, she dared to open her eyes.
“…Can’t you go up and down the stairs
quietly
at least once in your life?”
The dejected-looking face of the Devil King—well, Sadao Maou, really—was right in front of hers.
“Man, I sure picked the wrong girl to rescue. Not like you’re gonna reward me or anything.”
“D-Devil King!!”
Emi shouted it out, then quickly shook her head, still unable to grasp the situation.
The assorted possessions in her bag were now littered around her on the ground, the packet of tissues perfectly perched on top of Maou’s head. Emi herself, however, was in a more precarious
Finally, Ashiya came in loud and clear. “Ms. Kamazuki” must be the girl’s name. The listlessness in Ashiya’s voice gave Emi more than a bit of pause.
“I will take care of preparations today, so watch me carefully, lest Shirou chides your performance on the morrow. Here, grate the ginger for me. You know how to use a grater, I trust.”
“All right… Hmm? Hey, Ashiya, we didn’t use up all the ginger, did we?”
Emi heard the refrigerator open, followed by Urushihara’s voice as he peered inside. Then, Ashiya’s weak, wavering voice continued.
“Ah… Last night’s was the last of it. Sorry, Ms. Kamazuki. We’ll have to make do with shallots alone today… Urushihara, shut the damned fridge door behind you!”
The strength popped right back into his voice at the end.
“Hmm, no ginger? It’ll be quite lacking in nutrition otherwise. I think I have some ginger amongst the vegetables I brought along. Perhaps I could fetch some?”
Emi could tell this Kamazuki girl was cooking inside Devil’s Castle. It raised the question of how she and the demons of that stronghold came to know each other in the first place.
She was never granted the time to calmly think it over.
“Let me look inside my room. I’m quite sure I had a healthy supply left.”
The woman’s voice began to shift from the kitchen to the front door. Was she going outside? Emi’s head swiveled around in a panic. There was no place to hide safely.
“Hanzou, while I’m gone, I want you to unravel the noodles for me with those kitchen chopsticks. Slowly, now. Make sure none of the strands stick to each other.”
“Right, right, right.”
“One
right
is quite enough! I will return shortly.”
The front door rattled. She was coming out! There was no time to guess which “room” she was headed for. Emi had to get away.
Her panic had caused her to lose track of her feet.
“Ah…”
The next thing she knew, Emi was midair, her feet slipping right off the top step of the staircase. The bright blue morning sky sparkled before her, the cicadas providing the ideal background music for her upcoming journey downward.
Off the corner of her eye, she saw her phone, her wallet, her commuter-pass holder, her folded umbrella, her half-read paperback novel, her makeup case, her hand mirror, her handkerchief, her memo pad, her bottle of 5-Holy Energy β, her toothpick case, a tissue packet with an advertisement for some loan-sharking firm printed on it, her pen case, her lip balm (which, for some reason, was unscrewed all the way out), and everything else in her shoulder bag disperse in all directions into the air.
“Yaaaaaagghhhhh!!”
After a moment to take all of that in, Emi herself began to fall in majestic fashion. She didn’t know exactly how much force she applied to the foot that slipped, but depending on how she landed, there was the potential for some serious injury. She braced for impact, unable to find a way to soften the blow in midair, when:
“Oof…?!”
With a dull, soft
thud
, the falling stopped without warning.
Emi closed her eyes out of instinct, but the pain was nothing like what she pictured. Instead, all she heard was the pitter-pat of assorted small objects falling around her, and:
“Owwwwwwwww…”
A familiar groaning voice right next to her.
Timidly, she dared to open her eyes.
“…Can’t you go up and down the stairs
quietly
at least once in your life?”
The dejected-looking face of the Devil King—well, Sadao Maou, really—was right in front of hers.
“Man, I sure picked the wrong girl to rescue. Not like you’re gonna reward me or anything.”
“D-Devil King!!”
Emi shouted it out, then quickly shook her head, still unable to grasp the situation.
The assorted possessions in her bag were now littered around her on the ground, the packet of tissues perfectly perched on top of Maou’s head. Emi herself, however, was in a more precarious
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