Chapter 5 – Episode 5 – The Demon King, the Hero, and the Lover (1)

When I opened my eyes, it was still the Demon King’s room.
Even the floor, which was harder than the bed, was no different from the day before I closed my eyes, and the comfortable sound of the demon king’s breathing was still the same.

Hernan got up from his seat, thinking that he was glad he didn’t have a headache.
Bona Mana, if I waited for the demon king to wake up, she would try to add to her embarrassment.

The light went out and I groped around in the dark room to find the door and went out into the living room.
The lighting in the living room, which automatically adjusts according to the time of day, was not yet bright.

It also seemed to wake up before the normal wake-up time.
Hernán sat down in the seat Karine had been sitting before falling asleep.
The expression on her face that she had made yesterday, saying that her own body smelled of her demon lord, continued to flicker.

Unlike Karine, whose facial expression wasn’t so drastic, it was an expression of blatant disapproval.

The look she always wore when she talked about the man she hated most in the world, her own father.

“Hernan?”

She raised her head, which had trembled on her desk, at the words she heard from behind.

“How is your body now?”

She was Saint Marina.
It was a mistake unbecoming a thief, not even noticing the sign of her coming out of her door.

“It’s okay. No fever, no headache.”

Marina said she was about to ask something more, but she smiled bitterly and she sat down next to him.

“When are you going to ease your mind? It would be easy for me to let go if Hernán said it comfortably.”

She, a famous saint of hers, told her that she couldn’t use her short language as she pleased, so she was using her honorific language, but she seemed uncomfortable with it.

“I’m not bad as it is. It doesn’t mean that the saintess is uncomfortable.”

Her saintess just smiled and began braiding her own rather tousled blond hair with her own hands.
Hernán casually glanced at her during the brief silence between her conversations.

Marina was in the comfy outfit she sometimes wore.
Unlike her slightly tight clerical uniform, it was loose.

Still, a distinct sense of mass was felt on the side of Marina’s chest that was in her field of vision.
Confused about why she suddenly had her eyes on that side, Hernán spat out anything.

“Are you not wearing the clothes provided here?”

“I don’t want to continue to live here, so I don’t want to wear it. Maybe we’ll find a way out.”

A little pensive lingered on her gentle face.
Contrary to the hopeful words that they might find a way, the way out is vague.
And outside, time continues to flow.

The isolated party was getting a little nervous no matter who felt it.

“Holy Lady.”

“Yes.”

“Have you thought about the way out suggested in that guidebook?”

The saintess finished braiding her hair and gathered her empty hands neatly over her legs.
The posture with her arms together also accentuated her large breasts.

“Are you talking about gathering 25 people? I’ve been thinking about it.”

A strange tension flowed between Hernan and the saintess.
He probably wouldn’t have noticed it if the sex drive suppression magic had been working properly, but now Hernán could clearly feel the cause of that tension.

Marina clearly understood what that goal meant.

“Now I want to ask something different than that. Can Hernan tell me what happened yesterday?”

“What about yesterday?”

Marina calmly changed the subject, and she raised the subject of yesterday.

“Yes. Hernan collapsed and the hero called the demon king. And after the two of them went in, he came out alone.”

From the saintess’ point of view, avoiding her embarrassing topic, she would have been a good choice to gather information about yesterday’s events.
However, from Hernan’s point of view, who knows what happened there, it was an embarrassing topic.

“Therapy… I’ll let you know.”

“Did the Demon King perform the treatment?”

“Yes. Did you not hear anything?”

The saintess nodded her head, showing her face that she didn’t know at all.

“The hero sternly told everyone to go into the room, so everyone went to bed right away. “

The saintess added that the rooms here have good soundproofing, so you can hardly hear the conversation inside.

If so, did Karine also not properly hear about the affair with the demon king yesterday?

Thinking that one thing was fortunate, Hernán concocted words to cover up.

“Remember the magic in my brain? The magic was a bit wrong, so the only demon king who could extract magic from his body performed the treatment.”

“As expected, letting the demon king live was a good choice.”

The saintess smiled and looked at the demon king’s room.

“Even though we and the demon king met as enemies, now that we are trapped together, there is no need to be hostile.”

“Is it really so?”

Hernán muttered as he remembered what happened yesterday.
It was doubtful whether the enraged hero and the demon king would be able to get along well during this confinement.

However, the saintess even hinted at a more idealistic perspective.

“If you build a good relationship here, you will be able to maintain a friendly relationship when you go out.”

“Sounds nonsense.”

An elf’s voice was heard as the door opened.
Both the saintess and Hernán silently watched as Silnia pricked her ears as she came out.

“Does it make sense to live haha ​​with demons?”

“There’s nothing that shouldn’t happen.”

The saintess pulled out a chair for Silnia to sit on.
But the elf shook his head and approached.

“I’m going to wash up. Are you okay anyway?”

Hernán said that he was fine and put his body on the back of the chair.
Silnia, who turned her head to Hernán’s side, suddenly wrinkled her nose.

“What does it smell like?”

“Smell? I don’t smell anything.”

“Me from you.”

Elves, whose senses are more sensitive than humans, are also good at smelling.
Just because Hernan or the saintess couldn’t smell it, it couldn’t be said that it didn’t smell.

While I was wondering if it was because I didn’t wash properly yesterday, Silnia stopped sniffing her.

“Ugh. Has the magic in your brain been lifted?”

“Why?”

“Is it solved?”

Silnia’s ears pricked up and made her almost stick to her head.
She knew when she was nervous or excited, but she didn’t know where she got it.

“To some extent. That’s why I fell yesterday.”

Silnia’s face turned red for a moment, but she returned to normal.

“Take good care of yourself.”

“What is he saying now?”

“I’ll just get over it.”

The saintess waved her hand to Silnia as she went to her bathroom, and she smiled.

* * *

As time passed, little by little, others began to appear.

Magician Potty went to the bathroom immediately after asking about Hernan’s health, and the demon king sat next to Hernan with a more shiny face than the previous day.

“Away.”

“Why! How is it between us?”

“I don’t know what exactly the treatment was, but it must have been a pretty intimate kind.”

The saintess glanced at her hero’s room as she watched the demon king cling to her.
Before Hernando Hero came out, she thought she had to drop the Demon King.

“Sit in your original seat.”

When Hernan’s hand pointed to the other end of the table, the demon king lamented sadly.

“I gave my body to save a person, so are you going to drive me into a corner?”

Even as he said that, he started going to the corner right away, as if he was afraid of the hero.

“Hernan. Maybe treatment… “

The saintess hurriedly asked, but Hernan remained silent and waited for the hero to appear.
However, the hero who usually came out quickly didn’t come out until Fortina Silnia entered the living room.

“Has the hero not come out yet?”

Potty looked at Hernan with her bewildered eyes.
She seemed to ask Hernán when she usually slept with the hero.

“Your meal is here.”

It was difficult to say that I had slept with the demon king, but a meal came out of a hole in the wall.
The hole quickly closed when Hernán put in the trash he had made yesterday, and it disappeared.

I felt it was a convenient structure in many ways, but that wasn’t what was important right now.

“The composition of the meal has changed.”

Potty stared at the meal Hernan had put down.
A normal meal for 4 people came out as usual.
The other was a luxurious meal for two.

“This? It’s a familiar smell.”

I heard the demon king muttering in the distance.
Hernan felt uncomfortable and checked the two people who came out separately.

Certainly, aristocratic food such as clean, soft stew, meat, and luxurious refreshments were served.

But now there are soup-like things with very pungent aromas and colors, and long flatbreads.
The food that seemed like dessert was a black drink and stick-shaped snacks that I had never seen before.

“What are you all doing?”

When everyone was eagerly observing the food, the hero finally came out.
Hernán deliberately pointed to her new dishes and pulled out a chair for her to sit on.

Carine doesn’t look at Hernán and sits in her chair.
Hernan, who was depressed as if his anger hadn’t been resolved yet, turned his attention back to the meal at Silnia’s words.

“Where is the paper that says it belongs to Karine and Hernan? The paper that discriminates against him.”

“Here it is.”

With a cold face, the hero pulled out a piece of paper slightly exposed under the bread basket.

The paper was the same material as usual, but the content was different.

“Meals by Hernan Terotas and Shafikara Pagan.”

When the hero’s hard words echoed, the party fell silent.
In contrast, the Demon King was gulping his saliva while looking this way.

“That’s what I often eat in my hometown.”

She was so focused on the food that Sharpie didn’t notice the uncomfortable expressions on the warriors or the other women.

“Why did the devil come out with food that he would like? I wanted to eat sweets… “

Potty wiggled his hand, feeling sorry for him.
The hero put down the paper and reached for an ordinary meal.

“I will eat this, whoever will eat that will eat.”

When the hero started the morning with a rough meal, her saintess also brought the same food to her.

“What the hell is in this? Aren’t all the foods with meat or animal fat in them?”

Sylnia inspected and sniffed the new food as if she wasn’t interested in what the hero ate.

“Everything is vegetarian except for the meat floating.”

The demon king had already moved away from the far end and came to the middle of the table.

“You take this and go.”

Hernán handed the black bread to the demon king while examining the expression of the warrior who was eating silently.

“Isn’t the new food shared between me and Hernan? Everyone seems to hate it anyway, so let’s eat with me. This body will teach you how to eat properly.”

Even as the demon king said that, he calmly tore off the coarse-textured bread and put it in his mouth.

Surely to keep everyone full, someone had to eat this instead of a normal meal.

Except for Sylnia, who shows interest, the rest of the women have no intention of eating, so someone with the demon king has to fill their stomachs with new food.

“Coke!”

At that time, Silnia, who had tasted the red soup-like food, coughed violently.

“Seed… It’s too spicy and salty!”

Silnia, with her reddened face loaded with curses right down her throat, immediately lifted the bowl of her food.

“Oh, no!”

With her wide eyes, the Demon King almost flew her body to Silnia’s side.

“You can’t throw that away! It was written that it came out for me!”

“Because you eat and live like this, demons are bad.”

Silnia seemed to be thinking of dumping it in her bathroom.
The demon king clung to her elf’s waist and begged him to throw it into his mouth.

The poor saintess told her to leave it alone because her food was food, but the elf reluctantly headed to the bathroom.

“Sylnia. Stop and put it down.”

Finally, the warrior opened her mouth.
At the same time, the elf stopped her steps.

It was the moment when it was revealed once again that the only person who could stop Silnia, who had lost sight of her, was the hero.

“Let the Demon King and Hernan eat it.”

“Hernan?”

Silnia raised her eyebrows and looked at Hernán.
Hernan looked at her hero for a moment, but she just pushed her demon-style food towards Hernan.

“Good. Me and the demon king also need to eat, so stop giving it over here.”

Hernán took her eyes off Carine’s cold face and let her sigh.

Soon after, Silnia passed her bowl to the demon king and the demon king sat next to Hernán.

“If you only eat soup like that elf, of course it doesn’t taste good. Try wrapping the soup and ingredients in bread like I did.”

While the demon king ate deliciously, Hernan glanced at the warrior and the others.
Everyone rolled their eyes and seemed to be waiting to see what the reaction would be.

“Ruler. Oh try, ah~”

“Don’t do it.”

Hernán snatched a piece of bread from the demon king, who burdened her with food.

And she put it in her mouth.

“Rather than thinking… It’s fine.”

The spice flavor was definitely strong.
It was painful for the elf, who had sensitive senses.
But Hernan was a human being, and she wasn’t the type to care too much about food.

This is good enough to eat.
No, it’s delicious Isn’t it rather good to taste expensive spices?

“Are you fine? Is it delicious?”

Sharpie continued to offer her food with her excited face.
Hernán quietly ate without reaction.
As if she was satisfied with that alone, she happily continued her portion of the meal.

In the meantime, the hero quietly drank water as if he had no appetite.