𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟑: 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭
He must have sensed that. Tyran-san scratches his head in a troubled manner.
“As a substitute for Granny, I don’t want you to reveal the location or write your name on the envelope. Just make sure to let them know that you’re safe. I understand the desire to focus on studying, but if it’s studying, I can occasionally help. So, make sure to set aside time to write letters.”
There is a strange sense of reality in his words.
It’s as if he is the one waiting for a letter.
With a blink of my eyes, he mutters complaints.
“Granny is granny. Even though she told me to send her a list of what I ate every day, she didn’t have to send it to me more than once. Think about your own age! You’d start worrying if I told you I might be getting sick.”
Although he complains, it’s not directed at me, but towards someone important who is not here.
For Tyran-san, Olivier-sama must be as important as a master.
When I directly hear the feelings of someone waiting, the memory of “waiting” that was dormant within me revives.
At that time, there was a newspaper. But I still worried and worried.
Ah, I see. I finally realized that I am now making my family feel the same way.
“I’ll give it to them tomorrow when I go to the human realm. Make sure to write it properly.”
“. . .Thank you.”
“Yeah. I’ll help you with your studies, so summarize the parts you don’t understand.”
Alone in the room, I brace myself and spread out the stationery.
I can’t say that I’m in the Demon Realm. I can’t even mention Olivier-sama’s name. I don’t want to talk about Jude either. There are so many things I can’t write, but there are things I can write.
Living in the Demon King’s Castle suits me very well, and the people around me treat me kindly.
If I hide words related to the Demon Realm and demons, I might be able to reassure my family.
Now, all I have left is to rely on my writing skills. I take a deep breath and hold the pen.
[𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐’𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐’𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴.]
I think and think. This is all I could come up with.
It’s the shortest letter I’ve written since leaving the village. But this is all I can talk about now.
Not only on the outside of the forbidden envelope but also on the stationery, I stopped writing my own name.
If I mention Maylene’s name, I might be dragged into a dark mood again.
Instead, I decided to write “[Snack-Saint]” on the envelope, imitating Olivier-sama’s letter.
Before the urge to rewrite takes over, I quickly seal the letter and decide to hand it to Tyran-san.
I take out money from the bag I just received and give it to him for postage.
There is no better use for the first salary I received at the Demon King’s Castle. At first, he refused, but when he realized I wouldn’t back down, Tyran-san reluctantly accepted it.
The next morning, when I woke up, Tyran-san was nowhere to be seen.
According to Migi-san and Hidari-san, he left before the sun rose. It seems that time is quite important for this plant collection mission.
In the note he entrusted to me, it was written, “Save the snacks for when I come back.” And to be looking forward to the souvenir.
I’ll keep it a secret that I thought he looked like an Otou-san going on a business trip.
That day, Demon King-sama and I spent the whole day speculating about the souvenir. When Tyran-san returned home in the evening, he brought back the souvenir as written in the note.
“I’m back. This is the proof of receiving the letter, and this is something that looked delicious, so I bought it. Let’s chill it and have it as a snack.”
It’s a basket full of peaches.
They’re still a bit firm, so they’ll be ready to eat in about two days. It’s also good to cook and eat them.
“Wow, these peaches are amazing! They’re delicious as sherbet, jam, cake, jelly. Peach frozen drinks are also delicious, right?!”
As I list the things that come to mind, Tyran-san’s expression gradually darkens. I wonder if he had such a strong attachment to fresh produce.
“Oh, of course, it’s delicious to eat them raw too, right?”
I quickly try to cover up, but it seems that wasn’t the case.
“I should have bought more. I hope they’ll still be available next month. . .”
I ponder while holding my head, thinking about snacks. . .
Until recently, work took priority over meals, so this is a delightful change.
“You can make delicious things with different fruits too.”
“That’s not something you say after lining up delicious-looking things. My stomach is already craving peach snacks! This is not something that can be replaced with other fruits.”
Unable to contain my laughter at Tyran-san’s strong retort.
Laughing while holding my stomach only worsens Tyran-san’s mood. But I can’t stop laughing.
The laughter echoes through the hallway, and Migi-san and Hidari-san come out of the kitchen wondering what’s going on.
Once I explain the situation to them, they start spinning around happily. It seems they are pleased.
This only worsens Tyran-san’s mood even more.
But the two of them didn’t just stop at being happy.
“In that case, shall we buy more tomorrow?”
“Is that okay?!”
“Yes. Please tell us the location.”
“We’ll draw a map and bring it later!”
“Tomorrow is shopping day.”
Watching them return to the kitchen, Tyran-san sees them off and murmurs happily, “Now I can eat everything.”
It’s just like the old Demon King-sama. It seems his love for snacks has been passed on.
It looks like we’ll have peach snacks for a while. Of course, I’ll ask Demon King-sama as well and make adjustments if necessary.
If they bring more, it might be a good idea to make peach jam too.
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