Chapter 19: Homeland
It’s been a month since I requested that the king send me to Crystalia as a spy. Finally, permission is granted.
I’m going to put on some fake ears and pretend to be a demon. I’m now prepared to meet Mika.
Mika must be brought back and made a Saint in nine months—and to end this war.
I don’t go a day without thinking about Mika. Mika must be devastated to be taken to an uninhabited country.
But I’m confident that when we return her to Astoria, she’ll be beaming like the warm spring sun.
I prepared myself and went to Crystalia.
I stretch. It’s summer, and with the exception of a few sleepless nights, I’m feeling pretty good.
It’s almost my birthday, because the calendar of this world coincides with the calendar of the world from which I come.
Speaking of which, the thought occurs to me to ask Sarah how old she is.
…?! For a brief moment, I had no idea what she was saying. I couldn’t believe I was nearly Sarah’s age. Because she was so calm, I assumed Sarah was about three years my senior.
In this country, you begin working before you reach the age of 18… But now, after all this time, I’ve realized…
Why hadn’t I noticed this earlier? If you don’t work, you don’t eat. I was idle for two months, despite the fact that I am not a student in this world.
I wrote a letter to the Demon King, pleading with him to make time for me.
Three days later, the Demon King has some free time, so I ask him.
“Do you want to work?”
“…However, you are a Shrine Maiden, which is a noble profession.”
It appears that the Shrine Maidens of this world are supposed to bring happiness, but I lack that ability. It’s a breach of duty. When I appealed with teary eyes, the Demon King paused for a moment before making a suggestion.
“Shrine Maiden, you are very smart.”
the Demon King praised you, and you felt a twinge of pride. the Demon King tasked me with organizing the documents. I asked him if it was okay for me to handle sensitive documents that the King has to deal with, and he said there’s nothing he’s working on right now that he doesn’t want me to see.
It’s not that I don’t know what I’m doing; rather, I can’t relax, so I’ll take advantage of their generosity.
When I look at the labels, I divide them into two categories: priority and non-priority.
Azusa-chan, my best friend, was a member of the student council executive committee, and I assisted her with paperwork several times.
My hand stops.
I’m curious how Azusa-chan is doing. No, not just Azusa-chan, but also Oto-san and Oka-san.
I tried not to remember that, but once I did, I couldn’t get it out of my head.
I promised to play with Azusa-chan on the way home. Azusa-chan was most likely waiting for me until it got dark, wondering why I hadn’t shown up. Oka-san considered how late I would be arriving home today, but she made dinner and waited for me. When Oto-san got home from work, he was surprised to see that I was gone. He panicked and looked around the neighborhood, but I was gone; he called the cops.
I’m startled when I’m called again. Yes, I’m here to complete a task that the Demon King has taken the time to prepare for me. I can’t just give up halfway.
“I’m sorry—I was contemplating something.”
I’m in a hurry. What about the document’s priority? So, how about this one? I’m about to tell the Demon King that the ink on this document is smudged when the Demon King, sitting next to me, gently wipes away my tears.
“Please don’t cry,”
The tears were absorbed and then vanished. The fingers of the Demon King were indeed wet.
“Why are you…”
I want it to stop, but the tears won’t stop. If I don’t, I’ll dirty the papers. the Demon King stops me from rubbing my hands.
“Shrine Maiden; cry when you’re sad—that’s how we’re made.”
But the Demon King patted my head gently as I hung my head like a reluctant child.
“Shrine Maiden, you did an excellent job… You don’t have to work as hard as you used to.”
That was the last push.
I cried out loud. the Demon King stroking my head the whole time, not saying I was too old or ashamed.