𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕𝟎: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝
“Aren’t you guys worried about Dairy?”
The scent of raspberry pie still lingers in the kitchen today.
In these few months, I have become able to discern even the faint scent of raspberry pie.
The Demon King is the same.
When he senses this scent from Dairy, he lowers his eyes sadly. But then he immediately smiles as if nothing happened.
On the day the Demon King said, “I want to eat raspberry pie,” I thought it was a strange reaction. I realized that something must be going on.
However, I knew from Olivier’s letter that she had some circumstances, and I thought it would be better not to touch upon it for Dairy’s sake.
I never imagined that she was the woman the Hero was searching for.
And also, that she was about to be exploited by the church.
After meeting the Hero, Dairy changed.
She smiles less and sometimes freezes as if remembering something. It’s clearly abnormal. Yet, no one seems to care.
Even though they should see Dairy’s suffering, they avert their eyes.
It made me angry, as if I was looking at my past self.
I previously said that the Hero’s actions were just venting. But now, I am doing the same.
“Was your relationship for this past year all a lie?”
I confront the twin cooks in the kitchen, thrusting the knife of words.
“Existence is always close to death. All living beings will inevitably face death. However, engraved memories may fade, but they will never disappear.”
“No matter how painful or sad the memories are, and even if there were no happy memories, they will never cease to exist.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s the wise words of our respected teacher.”
“We recognize that our actions are a confrontation with Dairy-san’s loss.”
“But it’s not something that can be made positive just because others intervene. That’s why we won’t stop her.”
“However, there is a limit unless her life is in danger.”
They state this without changing their expressions.
It’s not just the cooks. The librarian, the maid, and the gardener all say similar things.
They each have their own thoughts and won’t stop Dairy’s actions.
That seemed to be the thinking of those who live in the Demon World.
But Tyran couldn’t accept their words.
I don’t want to see her suffering alone. I want to be by the side of someone important.
“Even if there are lines that can be crossed and lines that can’t. We like Dairy-san, but we don’t know her before she came here. We don’t know about her relationship with the Hero, her childhood friend.”
“And we also tried to fill our loss by continuously cooking. So, we understand her feelings a little.”
“So, you’re telling me not to interfere?”
The twisted face of Tyran is met with a small shake of the head from the cooks.
Then, they look at each other and begin to speak new words.
“No. You know the Hero, right? And Dairy-san allowed you to touch on her relationship with the Hero.”
“If you have been acknowledged, I think you can stand on either side of the line.”
“But this is just our opinion, and Dairy-san may reject it. But even so, if it’s you, you might be allowed to step in.”
They can only watch.
But they also care about Dairy enough to push Tyran forward.
The Demon King, the librarian, the maid, the gardener, and even the grandson. Of course, Tyran too.
Everyone is waiting for Dairy’s return.
“I’m going.”
“Take care. If you fall, I’ll pick up your bones.”
“Shall we make soup if we get a good broth?”
“Don’t say such bad things! Geez, when did you learn such jokes?”
I know the answer without asking. It’s Dairy.
Since she came, the Demon King’s Castle has become brighter. They were already a bunch of free-spirited people, but they became even freer.
If you walk down the corridor, they will call out to you. If you leave food, they will look disappointed. When you try to make a potion, they will run away with herbs in their hands.
The Demon King’s Castle was just a place of demotion.
I never thought beyond seeing off Granny.
Master and the Granny were enough as important people.
I used to dislike being thrown off balance by others, but now I have come to feel a sense of comfort.
I don’t want the warm moments I have obtained to be ruined. Above all, I want Dairy to keep smiling.
A smile suits her well. And her figure struggling with grimoires, her face of disbelief when I eat too much, every expression directed at me or the intention of the Demon King’s Castle is precious to me.
“Even if I’m crushed, I’ll just attack again. I won’t let myself be used as a broth.”
Tyran muttered so and headed towards Dairy’s room.
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