𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓𝟗: 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬
The rumors of the crepe party being held in the backyard spread quickly.
It seems Orphemia-san and Meti-chan boasted about it to people they met.
As a result, I ended up being begged for crepes by the people I met.
But it’s difficult to have a crepe party with a large number of people. So, I decided to distribute the wrapped ones over several days.
As I was distributing crepes, someone called out to me.
“A thank you for the other day.”
“Wow, can I really have this many?”
“It’s fine. My younger brothers were also very happy.”
What was handed to me was a large paper bag.
A while ago, she asked me for a recipe for delicious egg snacks.
She said she wanted to treat her younger brothers at her parents’ house. After practicing together once, I gave her some notes. It seems that they have been helpful.
“I’m glad they liked it.”
“If it’s not a bother, I’d like you to teach me a different snack before I go back home.”
“I’d be happy to.”
It seems she sneaked out during work. After saying just that, she ran off. The contents of the bag were a large amount of yarn.
White yarn piled up in the bag, forming a mountain. I dig through the mountain, there are also brown and red ones inside.
“Since I received so much yarn, maybe I should knit something. With this much, I could even make a sweater. No, maybe a stomach warmer since I already have clothes?”
It’s very fluffy and seems to have good insulation. I hum a tune as I head to my room.
On the way, I met Tyran-san.
“You seem to be in a good mood.”
“I received a large amount of yarn earlier! I’m thinking of knitting something with it.”
Since the crepe party, Tyran-san has started coming out of his room more often.
According to him, it’s for a change of mood, but Demon King-sama is delighted. I am also relieved to see him looking energetic.
“Do you have knitting needles?”
“Ah! No, I don’t… “
“Just wait a moment.”
After a while, Tyran-san came back with knitting needles in his hand.
“You can use these.”
“It’s something that belonged to my grandmother, so don’t worry about it.”
“By the way, Tyran-san, do you wear a sweater or something under that robe?”
“I don’t. Why?”
“I thought it might be cold when you go outside since you always wear the same robe.”
“It’s made of special fibers, so I don’t feel cold or hot. But I remember, my master used to say the same thing to Granny. ‘Make sure the child wears proper clothes.’ At that time, Granny knitted a sweater for me… well, I couldn’t wear it for long.”
As I watch him narrow his eyes and reminisce about his childhood, I also remember the time when I was in the village.
I used to knit sweaters, stomach warmers, and gloves for my younger sisters when it got cold. Ah, those were the days.
“If you don’t mind, could you let me knit a sweater for you? As a thank you for the book I received the other day.”
I can’t fulfill the role of keeping warm, and I’m sure he would be happier receiving it from Olivier-sama.
Still, in my arms, there is a large amount of yarn, and I wanted to express my gratitude in a way other than snacks.
If he refuses, then I can think of something else at that time. It was a suggestion made with a light heart.
“Then, how about making a vest instead of a sweater? You can wear it under the robe. Granny used to do the same.”
“Alright. Let’s make a vest then. Please let me measure your size.”
I borrowed a measuring tape from Ciel-san and measured his size. He is much bigger than my memories of my younger sisters, who stopped growing several years ago. This seems like a worthwhile project.
“You can count on me.”
“Here, leave it to me.”
I pat my chest and part ways with Tyran-san.
From then on, I diligently knit the vest during the evenings.
A few days after starting the vest, I was summoned by Demon King-sama.
I thought it would be about the snacks, but it wasn’t. What Demon King-sama handed me was not a recipe book, but a large amount of yarn.
“Make a vest for me too.”
It seems he heard from somewhere that I was knitting a vest for Tyran-san.
“I want it to be red! The white one suits Dairy better.”
After preparing additional yarn, he even specified the color…
He didn’t even consider the possibility of being refused.
If I take it as a sign of trust, or if I think that I haven’t been given the right to refuse…
When I check his complexion through the gaps in the yarn, Demon King-sama’s expression is sparkling. He seems genuinely looking forward to the gift. I’m weak to those eyes.
“Understood. Can I have a little time?”
“Yes! I’ll be waiting!”
As a result, it was decided to knit three different-colored vests.
I measure Demon King-sama’s size and return to the room. With three vests, it would be better to work on them not only at night but also in the morning, sacrificing some time.
At this age, and not as family or lovers, having different-colored vests…
I can’t say I have no thoughts about it, but strangely, I don’t feel uncomfortable.
That’s probably because all the memories made at the Demon King’s Castle are gentle.
Being abandoned by Jude and remembering my past life, my life has changed drastically.
But coming to the Demon World has further changed me. I have more enjoyable memories, and even when I think back to the time in the village, I no longer feel pain.
The hurdle of writing letters has also lowered, and I feel the sense of moving forward.
I wonder if my feelings are being seen through.
Someday, I might even be able to completely process the feelings I had for Jude, which were once so painful, as things of the past.
“I’m glad Olivier-sama spoke to me back then.”
In a room alone, I embrace the memories of the Demon World. The yarn in my hands is warm and soft. It truly represents the place called the Demon King’s Castle.
Once I hand over the completed vest, as Tyran-san declared, he starts wearing it under his robe.
It seems he has cast a living magic on it, so there is no need to wash it. It’s convenient.
As for Demon King-sama, he even changes into an outfit that matches the vest and proudly shows it off throughout the Demon World.
I’m glad he’s happy, but I didn’t want the name “Dairy” to spread throughout the Demon World. Even though it’s not my real name, it still feels embarrassing.
But then again, considering that the name “snack saint” has already spread, it’s a bit late now.