Chapter 16: The Hero’s Constant Nagging >_<
Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations
Editor: Karai
The Demon King had been working tirelessly day and night for three whole days. Eventually, he pushed himself so hard that the Hero couldn’t stand it anymore and dragged him out of bed.
The Demon King’s method for restoring his magic was simply to sleep. More precisely, he regained his power by fully resting his body. As the Demon King tried to justify this usual way of recovering magic, the Hero forcibly pulled him outside. Facing the clear blue sky, the Demon King closed his eyes.
“The sunlight is too strong. Maybe another day,” the Demon King muttered as he tried to retreat back inside.
“It’s still morning. The sunlight isn’t that harsh, and the temperature outside is just right—perfect for a walk. Besides, you’ve never seen the scenery nearby. You should take a look. Come on,” the Hero insisted, gently pushing the Demon King forward. “And I want to walk around a bit, too.”
The Demon King, forced into this, thought to himself, Ugh, the Hero is really annoying.
So, under the gentle morning sunlight, the Demon King was pushed along by the Hero. They passed villagers busy weeding, feeding chickens, farming, chopping wood, and carrying logs. After the Hero greeted everyone warmly, the villagers stared at the Demon King in surprise, as if they had never seen him before. Well, to be exact, a few of them really were meeting him for the first time. The Demon King, who rarely interacted with people, mumbled, “…Good morning.”
As the Hero dragged him around, they exchanged greetings as usual. They even introduced themselves to several people they met for the first time. Standing outside, the Demon King was essentially forced into making friends.
The Hero, explaining softly after the others had left, said, “That was Jenny from the chicken farm. She’s a lively girl, very hardworking—just like Jack was. She likes—”
The Demon King immediately dumped the rest of the information from his mind. No, no, no, the Hero was just going on and on.
After talking about Jenny’s qualities and interests, the Hero went on to describe the usual outfits people wore so the Demon King could recognize them even if he hadn’t memorized their faces yet. Then the Hero told him when and where these people usually appeared, and how he could find them again.
The Demon King, overwhelmed by the flood of information, thought once more, I really said the Hero is so annoying.
“Did you get lost again? Is that why you’ve been pushing me around all day like this?” he asked.
The Demon King had said in three days what the Hero talked about in one. When the Hero mentioned Jenny often took her chickens for a walk at dusk and that he could wait for her by the roadside, the Demon King remembered leading the Hero through town, buying a bunch of things in Eso Town. He also recalled the night the Hero talked nonstop half the night. The Hero suddenly fell silent.
The lost Hero was eventually led back by the Demon King. It didn’t really matter whether he was led back or not—after the Demon King exposed the truth, they were let go. After the Hero got lost near the chicken farm on the edge of the village, he followed back on his own. The Demon King muttered, It’s such a small place.
Back at home, the Demon King kept working hard. Meanwhile, the Hero was pulled aside by the village chief, who told him that the fisherman uncle had already come by and asked the chief to pass on the message that the mail carrier who delivered the letters had returned to Eso Town. The Hero’s letter was probably at the second or third stop by now.
“Thank you, Grandpa Chief. I got it! I’ll go ask the uncle for details,” the Hero said before running off to find the fisherman.
After turning around, the Hero saw the windows and door tightly shut. When the Hero came back, he immediately went to wake the Demon King for lunch. The Demon King, still buried under the blankets and refusing again, was reminded about changing beds.
“We agreed before — fair use,” the Hero said, knowing how picky the Demon King was after letting him have the bed for so many days. The Demon King sighed, “…I’m getting up.”
Reluctantly pulled out of bed, the Demon King ate as best as he could, eyes fixed on the Hero. He bit down hard. The Hero smiled, “Let’s go out together this afternoon.”
Forced to help with fishing, the Demon King couldn’t understand why there were still so many fish in this body of water. Hadn’t several people said they liked fishing? Apparently, their “likes” were just empty words.
The Demon King scolded the villagers for their lack of enthusiasm for their hobbies. After returning, he dragged himself through several rounds of cleaning before finally collapsing into bed.
I’ll kill the Hero. Firm in his resolve, the Demon King fell deeply asleep.
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