𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭
The next morning, I hurriedly made hot sandwiches as Demon King-sama came to the kitchen earlier than me.
After becoming full, Demon King-sama took a plate with Tyran-san’s hot sandwich and left.
Before he left, he made sure to remind me, “Don’t forget, I’m looking forward to the tomatoes too!”
While I’m at it, I should also prepare chilled tomatoes for Tyran-san.
Let’s make it snack time again, just like yesterday.
For breakfast, the three of us ate the hot sandwiches that we missed yesterday, and for lunch, we ate the Bolognese pasta made by Migi-san and Hidari-san.
After washing the dishes, I immediately start preparing the chilled tomatoes.
Well, the preparation is just chilling the tomatoes.
I prepare a bucket and fill it with water. Then, I float the large tomatoes I found in the pantry along with the ice that the two of them gave me. After that, all I have to do is wait.
Since it’s our third time making steamed buns, both of them are familiar and work efficiently.
Today, I decided to put one of the ones made by Migi-san and Hidari-san on the kitchen wagon.
As I roll the kitchen wagon with a clattering sound, I encounter Demon King-sama along the way.
“Dairy!”
“Oh, Demon King-sama, what’s the matter?”
“I thought of going to the kitchen because you were late.”
“I see. I was just about to go to the king’s chamber. Let’s go back together.”
“Yes!”
While walking down the corridor, Demon King-sama, in a good mood, glances at the chilled tomatoes from time to time.
This morning, I told him that the hot sandwiches also have sun-dried tomatoes. He seems interested in something that looks completely different. Additionally, to keep them cold, I have stacked them in the bucket on the wagon.
He seems restless and excited, unable to hide his anticipation.
“Tomato, tomato!”
Finally, the tomato call has begun. The tomatoes must be happy to be welcomed like this.
Just like yesterday, I have the wagon brought to the side of the throne.
After wiping off the chilled tomato’s moisture, I hand it to Demon King-sama.
“Go ahead and take a big bite. It’s delicious even with sugar.”
Demon King-sama nods and opens his mouth wide.
He licks up the tomato juice overflowing from the corner of his mouth, then diligently dips it in the sugar I prepared on a small plate before taking another bite.
“Yesterday’s corn was good, but the tomatoes are irresistible too!”
“There’s still more.”
“I’ll have some!”
Demon King-sama happily receives the tomatoes.
“I want to eat the steamed buns too, but I can’t stop.”
“That’s true.”
I feel a sense of happiness as my favorite food is acknowledged.
The tomatoes floating in the bucket disappear at an astonishing speed, and I start to regret not preparing more.
The door to the king’s chamber is forcefully thrown open.
“You’re bringing tomatoes and sugar instead of refusing the steamed buns. Even though it’s not clear what to make, you shouldn’t be serving the same thing to the Demon King as you do to a commoner’s child!”
It’s Tyran-san.
From his words alone, it seems like he’s a hundred percent angry, but his fingertips are wet, and there are tomato seeds at the corner of his mouth.
It’s obvious that he came to complain after savoring the chilled tomatoes.
No, it’s not a complaint directed at me, but rather a complaint about what is being served to Demon King-sama. But that worry is unnecessary.
Demon King-sama doesn’t panic even in the face of Tyran-san’s attack and continues to eat the tomatoes. And only after swallowing a whole one does he finally speak.
“What, Tyran, do you also want to eat steamed buns? Well, what Dairy makes gives you energy. I’ll specially share mine with you. It should help with your work.”
Demon King-sama takes a couple of steamed buns from the kitchen wagon and offers them to Tyran-san.
“Is it alright for the Demon King to do that. . .”
“If it’s not enough, I’ll have them make more for you tomorrow, so don’t worry.”
As he approaches, Tyran-san finally realizes that Demon King-sama’s mouth is now moist with tomatoes. All the tension seems to leave Tyran-san’s body.
“. . .Am I the one who’s wrong?”
“Everyone makes mistakes. Even if you refused once, if you tell Dairy, she will make it again.”
Sending misguided comfort to Tyran-san, who is scratching his head and grumbling, Demon King-sama further relaxes and leaves the scene while nibbling on a steamed bun.
It’s a secret. . . that I thought he would eat it properly.
Tyran-san is quite lenient towards Demon King-sama.
