𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲
“Please eat to your heart’s content.”
“Humans need to eat, after all. Please eat as much as you want.”
What was prepared are hamburgers and skin-on french fries, corn potage with bread, and the menu looks perfectly natural.
They are all my favorite dishes. However, the portions are large.
The hamburgers are stacked in three layers, larger than my face, and the piled-up french fries are forming a mountain beside them.
The bread is piled high in the basket, and the corn potage has a large pot placed on the kitchen wagon.
Clearly, it’s not a portion meant for one person.
“Um, both of you together. . .”
“We don’t need to eat, so please eat without hesitation.”
“Huh? You’re not eating?”
“We can eat if we want to, but we don’t need to. Not just us, but many demons are the same. So when someone who can eat comes, we’re truly happy.”
Their expressions don’t change at all, but their eyes are sparkling.
It seems that there are only two cooks because there are few demons who need to eat.
Once I know that they happily made it, I can’t easily say that it’s too much. But I don’t have the courage to leave it either.
I let my gaze wander as if searching for the right path. Then, I came across a certain presence.
“Tyran-san! His lunch is not ready yet, right?! Since I can’t finish this alone, please share this with him. . .”
My relationship with Tyran-san is close to negative. Even so, I intended to choose the least confrontational method. But their expressions gradually darken.
“He hardly needs to eat.”
“Even though he’s human. . .”
“Last night and this morning were failures.”
“It hardly decreased at all. And yet, there were more empty bottles on the table.”
Empty bottles? Does it mean a state where empty plastic bottles or cans are scattered around the room, as in my previous life?
In this world, drinks are sold in bottles or poured into containers brought by oneself. Tyran-san might have brought his favorite drink from the human world.
Thinking of it as something like a plastic bottle brings to mind tea or carbonated drinks, but thinking of it as a can brings alcoholic beverages or energy drinks to mind.
If he doesn’t eat much, these two are even more likely to be associated with him.
In this world, there are no drinks called energy drinks, but there are items that have similar effects. They are potions.
I can’t help but worry a little when imagining him drinking it all at once. I can only hope that he is enjoying his favorite drink.
“When I heard that humans would be living here, I was very happy. I thought I could finally swing my arms as much as I wanted.”
“The captured humans wouldn’t tell us their thoughts on the food, and they rarely even ate. So, someone who talks to us like this is precious.”
“It’s okay to leave some.”
“We want you to eat our cooking. And if possible, we want to hear your thoughts.”
“How close it is to human cuisine.”
“If the taste is just right.”
Is this the reason they welcomed me?
People who come to the Demon King’s Castle are basically either prisoners or heroes. It is highly unlikely that friendly visitors would come.
I understand the feeling of being cautious even when served food.
In fact, it’s strange that I happily come here to have breakfast prepared for me.
But they have been kind to me.
Even though there are benefits for themselves, they are willing to accept me, who they just met yesterday.
“For now, I understand that this amount is too much for you.”
“Can we join you?”
“Of course!”
“Then I’ll bring the plates.”
“Then I’ll bring the drinks. Please wait a moment.”
After dividing everything into thirds, it finally becomes the right amount. There seems to be a little leftover bread, but it can be saved for later.
First, let’s start with the main dish, the hamburger.
I run the knife through the center of the biggest hamburger I have ever eaten. A clean path is created where the knife smoothly passes through. My throat makes a sound as I gulp down the meat juice that overflows.
I want to take a big bite right now. I endure it and cut it into slightly larger bite-sized pieces.
Some people say it’s improper for a girl to open her mouth wide, but when facing something delicious, gender doesn’t matter. What matters is how much you can appreciate the deliciousness.
I slowly bring the hamburger, coated with the meat juice sauce, to my mouth.
As I chew lightly, cooling it in my mouth, the deliciousness bursts softly. The more I chew, the umami spreads in my mouth.
I can’t help but let out a sigh of satisfaction.
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