𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓𝟎: 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞-𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝
The longer rainy season has ended, and the cold season has arrived.
There seems to be a slight difference between the human realm and the demon realm, but even by demon realm standards, it was about two months late.
By the way, the change of seasons is very rough.
When it stops raining and gets cold, it enters the cold season. However, the standard of what is considered cold varies greatly from person to person.
If it snows, it is definitely recognized as the cold season, but even this varies in different regions.
I think it would be very surprising for someone with a modern Japanese sense, but this way of thinking is the same in the human realm.
If it feels hot or cold, people change their clothes accordingly, and even crops grow differently depending on the temperature. Even if humans and demons grasp the seasons, it doesn’t mean the climate changes.
So there is no need to grasp the seasons, so to speak.
Because it is natural, I never thought deeply about it until I regained my memories from my previous life.
I felt the realization of entering the cold season because the fabric of the servants’ clothes changed slightly. And as I talked with Ciel-san and Meti-chan, it became apparent.
Not only did the seasons change, but there were also developments in the relationship with the servants.
Starting with distributing donuts, the snack distribution by the “Snack Saint” became a specialty at the Demon King’s Castle. It seems that donuts were shocking to demons who had never eaten snacks before.
I started to be called out more often while walking in the hallway.
Naturally, the amount of snacks I make has increased, but now that I can use storage magic, I can make stocks.
By gradually increasing the amount every day and distributing them every few days, it is not a hassle.
At my level, it seems to only last for about a month, but that’s enough if it lasts for a month. It’s very useful.
Also, on that day, Migi-san and Hidari-san took apple candies to Demon-san, and it seems they decided to set up a stall for a limited time.
He, who is knowledgeable about dishes made with fruits, was also shocked, and I was surprised when the two of them came back and asked, “Can you teach us the recipe?”
In the letter that described the method and detailed measurements, I added that it would be delicious to sprinkle cinnamon or cocoa on the surface, and as a thank you, they sent me fruits and vegetables.
Currently, fruit candies are booming in the human realm.
Speaking of what I received, shortly after the end of the rainy season, I received a letter and clothes from Olivier-sama.
I heard that it gets cold in the demon realm during this season, so she sent me coats, gloves, scarves, and more. I’m using them when I go out to the garden.
With the addition of what Ciel-san bought, I won’t need to buy clothes for not only this winter but also the next few years. I suddenly became a person with a wardrobe full of costumes.
Not only clothes, but also notebooks, knowledge, and good friends have steadily increased since I came to the Demon King’s Castle in less than half a year.
I really worried about what would happen at one point, but if you don’t give up, things will somehow work out.
Now, what should I make for tomorrow’s snack? Since the stock is running low, I’ve been thinking about replenishing it, and just as I was thinking that, Tyran-san appeared in front of me.
“Dairy! Where’s my snack?”
“I heard that you were coming to the king’s chamber at three o’clock, so I placed the kitchen wagon in the king’s chamber.”
Today’s snack is a long-awaited milk jelly. I know that Tyran-san has been looking forward to it since the day before yesterday.
He was so excited that he even used teleportation magic to fly here because he couldn’t find it.
“The kitchen wagon was there. But the plate was empty.”
“Oh no… I made sure to leave it there.”
“Come with me for a moment.”
“Understood.”
I head towards the king’s chamber with Tyran-san.
However, the milk jelly that was definitely there just a moment ago is now gone. The plate that I left on the kitchen wagon is empty.
The Cerberus wouldn’t eat it without permission, and the servants wouldn’t do such a thing either.
Hmm? As I tilt my head in confusion, Tyran-san mutters in a dissatisfied voice, “Huh? It’s gone, isn’t it?”
There is only one person who seems to be the culprit. But I couldn’t believe that this person would eat Tyran-san’s snack.
Although the possibility is slim, I decided to ask just in case.
“Demon King-sama, do you know where the jelly went?”
As I throw the question, Demon King-sama easily confesses.
“I ate it.”
“Why did you eat it?”
“B-Because it was left there, and I thought it was okay to eat…”
“My milk jelly…”
Tyran-san slumps down on the spot and pounds the floor.
His despairing face is pitiful.
“I’ll make it for you tomorrow, so cheer up.”
I encourage him, placing my hand on his shoulder. If I add, “A bowl full!” he seems to be satisfied with that. He nods slightly and then stands up.
“Is it milk jelly again tomorrow?! I’ll eat it too!”
“Demon King-sama, you have a day off tomorrow!”
“What?!”
He glares at me angrily, but it’s his own fault for eating snacks without permission.
“You even ate a bite of the donuts meant for the servants the other day! I told you not to touch other people’s snacks…”
“B-But this time, it wasn’t intentional! Nobody was there, and I thought it was forgotten…”
Since I gave him the candy apple, Demon King-sama has never broken a promise.
I have given him candy apples many times since then, so I thought it would be fine. But this happened just when I was starting to feel relieved.
Demon King-sama, who avoids eye contact and desperately makes excuses, but I feel the same disappointment.
“We have a communication device, so please use it when you’re in trouble.”
“…I’m sorry.”
“Will you promise not to eat other people’s things without permission?”
“I promise.”
Demon King-sama hangs his head, but it seems he understands that it’s a bad thing. I’m glad he accepted it smoothly.
Perhaps because he can tell that he is reflecting, Tyran-san doesn’t blame him either. He is already thinking about tomorrow’s snack. So, this matter is now over.
“Well then, the day after tomorrow, I’ll make the sweets you want, Demon King-sama. I’ll look it up in a book, so please think about what you want to eat by the end of today.”
“As for tomorrow’s milk jelly…”
“That will have to wait.”
“Ugh, I guess I can’t help it… Then, make raspberry pie for me the day after tomorrow.”
“Raspberry pie?”
I unintentionally ask again. It used to be my specialty dish, and it’s also Jude’s favorite.
When I was in the village and got delicious raspberries, I would bake raspberry pie for Jude.
I prepare tea for the two of us and cut the freshly baked raspberry pie. It was my happiness to drink tea while watching him eat happily, saying how delicious it was.
Since the day he abandoned me, it has become the worst memory, and raspberry pie has become the food I hate the most in the world.
However, it has nothing to do with Demon King-sama.
I don’t like the smell either, but during cooking, I just need to open all the windows and not make it for myself.
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