The Abandoned Saint Became the Snack Attendant for the Childish Demon King – Chapter 8

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖: 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

I wish I hadn’t left the village. If I hadn’t, maybe I wouldn’t have remembered my past life. I wouldn’t have had to mourn the changed him, I would have just lost my feelings of love. And I wouldn’t have come before the demon.

It’s different from the beings depicted in manga and novels. If they actually exist, they would have a presence, and in this world, demons have always been portrayed as terrifying. Fear and regret mix together, engulfing me in despair.

As I curl up and sniffle, I hear a long sigh.

“Oh well, there must have been some circumstances. Stop crying, I understand. But I don’t think there’s a place for humans to work in the Demon Realm. . .Could it be that you were deceived?”

The Demon King scratches his head in a troubled manner and descends towards me.

He stops a few steps away from me and starts rummaging through his pockets. He takes out a pure white handkerchief and offers it to me, saying, “Use this.” After confirming that I’ve received it, he takes a few steps back. His worried gaze remains.

Could it be that he’s keeping his distance because I’m scared? This Demon King, no, Demon King-sama, might actually be a good person.

But Olivier-sama wouldn’t deceive me. There’s nothing to gain from deceiving me. For better or worse, I am an Apprentice Saint. I was born and raised in a rural village, so there’s no special blood running through me. 

I’m just an ordinary commoner. Even if I have slightly more magical power than others, it’s still within the range of a commoner. I can only use low-level enhancement magic, and my appearance is plain. Even if they wanted to use me as a sacrifice for the demon, they could easily find someone much better than me.

I have no choice but to convey Olivier-sama’s words as they are. With courage, I decided to honestly tell them.

“For Wizard-san’s support work.”

“That person is Granny’s substitute, they say.”

Interrupting my words is a man in a robe. Although there was no one here just a moment ago, he is standing calmly next to me.

“What’s the matter, Tyran? Do you know this person?”

“It was written in the letter that was sent along with her. It said she would come to pick it up in two years.”

The man called Tyran furrows his brow as he compares the letter and me. Even though he conveyed what was written in the letter, it seems he’s not convinced.

It’s clear that I’m not being welcomed, at the very least. Still, I’m grateful that he vouched for my identity.

“I, as Olivier-sama’s substitute, will be working in the Demon Realm!”

“If you’re Olivier’s substitute, can you make sweets?”

“Sweets? If it’s something simple, I can make it.”

“Alright, then anything will do. Make something.”

After saying that, Demon King-sama snaps his fingers. I am guided to the kitchen by a maid-like demon who came from outside in response to his call. 

And I couldn’t believe the size of it. For some reason, the kitchen alone is about half the size of the room I was in earlier. The king’s chamber was also quite spacious, but when it comes to satisfying the stomachs of the castle staff, this size is probably necessary.

However, there is something that bothers me. There are only two people who seem to be cooks. Both are men and have exactly the same face. Maybe they are twins.

Setting aside their relationship, is it possible for a castle to have only two cooks? I was wondering about it when one of the cooks suddenly handed something to me.

“Please use this.”

“T-Thank you very much.”

It’s an apron. Since I left my own apron at my parents’ house, I gratefully accept the offer to use it.

“You can use all the ingredients here. If there’s anything missing, please don’t hesitate to let us know, and we’ll prepare it for you.”

The ingredients placed on the kitchen counter include essential items for making snacks such as flour, sugar, eggs, milk, and butter, as well as a variety of fruits and vegetables. There are also many pots, pans, and knives of different sizes and purposes lined up, and there are even six ovens.

Although I don’t have a chance to peek this time because all the ingredients have been brought out, there are two refrigerators that are much taller than me lined up.

Even though I just came here half-heartedly, I’m happy to be able to make sweets again. And in such a splendid place. In my previous life, I never had the opportunity to cook in such a spacious and well-equipped kitchen. 

Above all, I now have someone to eat what I make. Even though it’s not a human, the fact that they look forward to what I create remains the same.

Excitement overcame my uneasiness.

Now, what should I make? I roll up my sleeves and gaze at the ingredients.

“Then, please make something that will make Demon King-sama’s taste buds tingle.”

“Could you tell me Demon King-sama’s favorite food?”

I may not be able to make it, but I can incorporate some of their favorite ingredients or create something similar. It would be more enjoyable if their favorite food came out. That’s what I thought, but the response I received was unexpectedly cold. 

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