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The Abandoned Saint Became the Snack Attendant for the Childish Demon King – Chapter 15

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓: 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭

To complement it, if you bring some skin-on fried potatoes, they go really well together.

When eaten alone, you might feel that they lack a bit of saltiness, but when paired with the hamburger, their power is unleashed a hundred percent, no, two hundred percent.

That’s why the saltiness was toned down. These potatoes were prepared specifically as a side dish for the hamburger.

Now, what about the bread?

From the looks of it, that bread is not the unleavened bread eaten in the village, but rather closely resembles the bread that circulates in a small part of the capital city. It is made fluffy using yeast.

It looks even more delicious than the one that appears once a month at the church.

No, there’s no way it wouldn’t be delicious in this context.

I borrow one of the bread from the basket and split it open. Then, a faint scent of wheat and butter wafts up.

I tear off a larger piece of the fluffy bread and savor it. It’s delicious, just as I expected.

Honestly, I think it’s at the level of opening a bakery. However, a hamburger specialty shop is also tempting.

But it’s not over yet. There’s still a large pot of corn potage left.

At this point, I want to express my gratitude for the size of the pot even before drinking it. But it would be disrespectful to the cook to express gratitude before eating.

For the sake of the two who wanted my impressions, I should make a solemn judgment here.

I slowly lower the spoon onto the surface of the potage, and I’m surprised by its weight. It’s not a light and watery type, but rather a substantial one.

The overflowing potage from the spoon gently falls onto the surface. It’s impossible to resist just looking at it. I take a bite.

“It’s delicious.” 

Those words naturally spill out.

The texture is smooth, and the sweetness of the corn gently spreads. The weight I felt earlier leaves a strong presence of its deliciousness.

And yet, it doesn’t interfere with the main dish.

Truly a dish fit for a castle. It is perfectly crafted, worthy of being presented to the king.

But the king to whom it should be presented doesn’t need to eat, and they were hungry for someone to eat with them.

What a waste! Such a waste!

“You really seem to enjoy it.”

“Because I’m happy. Everything is truly delicious.”

“I could tell just by watching. The person who taught us how to cook said that the most important thing for a cook is to be able to feel the deliciousness of the food.”

“It’s because you enjoy eating everything so deliciously that Demon King-sama recognized you as the snack attendant.”

“I’m glad it was you who came as Great Saint-sama’s substitute.”

Hearing that, I suddenly realize. I had planned to thank them first when we met, but due to hunger and the deliciousness, I ended up enjoying the food first.

I place the bread on the edge of the plate and quickly bow my head.

“Thank you for yesterday. I didn’t properly thank you for your kindness. . .”

“No need for thanks or apologies. Demon King-sama ordered it, and we were recognized. So, we just follow.”

“We also like you. But if it still bothers you, we would like to see the dish called steamed buns from yesterday.”

“I heard that Demon King-sama was very pleased with it.”

“I plan to make the same thing today. Would both of you like to eat it?”

“Is that okay?!”

“Absolutely!”

・・・

『”𝔄𝔴𝔢𝔟𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰.𝔠𝔬𝔪” – 𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔠𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢, 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔲𝔩𝔤𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 “𝔡𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔲𝔭𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰” 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔵𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔬 “𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔡 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰”.』

・・・

With them swaying in excitement, I lower the empty dishes.

The corn potage and bread that I thought would be left over were completely eaten.

Through the meal, we have become completely familiar with each other, and as our stomachs are filled, I feel like I have taken a new step in the Demon King’s castle.

I gratefully accept the apron I borrowed yesterday, which is designated for me, and we line up in front of the sink to do the dishes.

Being called “Daili-san,” I suddenly remember that I haven’t asked for their names.

“May I ask for your names?”

“The one on the right is Migi, and the one on the left is Hidari.”

“Um. . .Is that from my perspective, right and left?”

“Migi is always on the right, and Hidari is always on the left.”

“There’s no need to distinguish. Not just us, but many demons don’t place importance on being recognized as individuals by others. As long as we understand within our group, it’s enough.”

“That’s. . .”

It seems that I still haven’t been fully recognized as a comrade. It was foolish of me to think that I could get closer just by sharing a meal.

As I droop my shoulders in disappointment, both of them start to panic. 

“I don’t mean to exclude you. In our case, we are always together, so it’s enough if we recognize each other as separate entities.”

“That’s right. Others also see us as one. I would be happy if Daili-san could accept us as such.”

“I see. In that case—Migi-san, Hidari-san, nice to meet you from now on.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

They extend their hands in unison.

I offer both hands to the hands stretched out from the left and right, they shake them vigorously up and down. They seem very happy.

Although the way to address me in the kitchen has been confirmed as Daili, well, it’s fine.

I don’t want to dampen this welcoming atmosphere. 


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