The Abandoned Saint Became the Snack Attendant for the Childish Demon King – Chapter 44

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟒: 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜

As I was thinking about it, a certain thought came to mind. It’s something that has been on my mind for a while, and this is a good opportunity to ask about it.

“By the way, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask for a while.”

“What is it?”

“When demons go to the human realm, how do they hide their horns and tails? I mean, even if they can retract their wings, it seems impossible to hide their horns, right?”

Since there are demons who live normal lives, I do think there must be some special method. But I’ve been curious about what that special method is.

“If it’s a secret of the demons, it’s fine to keep it a secret, but… I’m just curious.”

“It’s not anything special, just a simple transformation magic.”

“Transformation magic?”

It’s the first time I’ve heard that name.

If I were to guess based on the name, it’s probably a magic that allows demons to transform into human form, right?

It wasn’t mentioned in any of the magic books I’ve read before, so it must be quite advanced magic.

“Humans use it too, you know? It’s exactly the same magic, but demons are better at using magic than humans, so they are better at hiding.”

“Humans… also use it?”

“You occasionally see it when exploring the human realm. Wizard-san would probably know more about humans than I do. I just found him, so I’ll call him.”

Orphemia-san said that and floated away.

Even though they are in the human realm, I wonder why humans need to transform?

Is it because they have a desire to transform? 

It’s like cosplay in a previous life. I imagine the scene of Halloween in the city.

“It looks fun.”

I muttered to myself. Then Tyran-san, who was brought by Orphemia-san, looks at me with a bewildered expression.

“What are you imagining…”

“I’m imagining children wearing fairy costumes and adults dressed as characters.”

Sometimes I see people dressed in unusual things like food or drink bottle costumes.

I have never been to the local area, I have only seen it on TV every year, but everyone seemed to be having a lot of fun.

“If you dress like that, you’ll definitely stand out… Transformation magic is a magic that high-ranking nobles and royalty use when they want to go incognito. The purpose is to blend in and have a similar appearance to ordinary humans walking around.”

According to Tyran-san, the transformation magic itself is not that difficult. He says that even I could use it in a day or two if I grasp the knack. 

However, the magic reflects the abilities of the person who casts it directly, so if their abilities are low, their transformation will be easily exposed.

Some people fear being exposed and use multiple layers of transformation. 

However, if you use too many layers, the amount of magical power you carry increases, and even people who wouldn’t normally notice will become suspicious.

In other words, if you don’t want to be exposed, you have to increase your skill level. 

It is highly valued by some humans, and there are wizards who specialize only in this magic. There is demand everywhere. It seems unlikely that I will ever have a chance to use it.

“Are you curious?” 

“Well, a little…”

I don’t have a desire to transform, but I’m curious about what it’s like.

When I think of it as a childish wish, I suddenly feel embarrassed and scratch my reddened cheeks.

“In that case, I’ll cast it for you.”

“Is that okay?!”

“I’ll cast it for you, so make tomorrow’s snack jam cookies.”


“I want to eat that too.”

What Tyran-san is pointing at is a bag peeking out from Orphemia-san’s pocket.

To find it through that small gap, as expected of Tyran-san.

He is quite perceptive when it comes to jam-related things.

“Understood. Since it would be lonely with just jam cookies, I will prepare several other types of cookies as well.”

Tyran-san clenches his fist tightly, as if he really wanted to eat it.

Orphemia-san moves to the room used as a break room and immediately asks for a transformation magic.

My whole body is enveloped in warm air, but I don’t feel any different. I tilted my head, wondering if it’s over.

Then, Orphemia-san brings a large mirror with a smile on her face.

“Wow, amazing! I have horns!”

There are splendid horns growing on top of my head.

If I reach out, I can touch them. I have never touched demon horns before, but there is a quite solid object resting on top of my head.

She has changed my eye color, hair color, length, and even my clothes. I truly look like a different person.

I spin around in front of the mirror, enjoying the view from the back and the movement of my hair.

“It’s difficult to cast magic on others, but the quality of this… it’s amazing.”

“Well, I’m used to it.” 

“May I go and show it to Demon King-sama?!”


After obtaining permission from Tyran-san, I head towards the king’s chamber.

He follows behind, saying that I might get hurt if I rush.

Although the scene before my eyes is the same as always, I feel like I have become a different person.

“Oh, Ciel-san!”

As I walk through the corridor leading to the king’s chamber, I see her figure, whom I parted with earlier.

She seems restless. Did something happen? As I look at her with curiosity, she turns around in response to my voice.

“Tyran-sama, who is that person over there? I wasn’t aware of any visitors.”

I can see a hint of caution in Ciel-san’s face. My heart aches at the expression directed towards me for the first time. But at the same time, there is an exciting feeling as if the prank was successful.

By turning around, I also notice that she is holding the cookie I gave her carefully with both hands.

I suppress the urge to let my cheeks loosen. 


『”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”.』


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