< Chapter 6 >

The morning scent made my nose happy. The moderately dazzling sunlight was warm, and the tightly held arms were warm. In this state, it was the optimal sleeping state to be able to sleep for a few days.

However, the gentle knock on the door shattered my senses.

The Demon King hugged my waist tightly and rested his chin on my head, sleeping peacefully. That, that surprised me!

I gently pushed myself out of his arms. Oh my God, my clothes are still lifted.

From the chest to the collarbone, mottled marks were densely engraved. If even this makes me sick, I’ll believe it.

I changed my clothes and set out to find the source that woke me up from a good night’s sleep in the early morning.

“Who…….”

“I’m sorry for waking you up.”

Before I could finish my words, the old woman, who was holding the hem of her puffy dark brown dress with one hand, raised her head abruptly and began to introduce herself.

“Crieta, who lives across the street from the village chief, is tied up. Well, I’m sorry for coming in such a hurry in the morning… Can you help me out?”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s a day to clear cow dung, but I’m running out of hands…….”

What bullshit is it in the morning? I scratched my head and tapped the Demon King lying there with my foot. Hey wake up, we have to go get the cow dung.

The Demon King turned his body and wrapped his arm around my ankle and hugged it. No, I told you to wake up?

The moment I tried to wake him up one more time, I trembled as if I had been electrocuted. Because the Demon King tickled my Achilles tendon with his tongue. This!

The Demon King opened his eyes with one instinctive kick.

We both followed the old woman to the barn with disheveled hair. As expected, there was a foul odor. I covered my nose tightly and looked at the old woman.

No kidding?

“Honestly, I’m going to cut you some slack—then, please.”

I shoveled hard in a place where I couldn’t tell if it was dirt or poop.

Scrape–

Sweat poured like rain. The Demon King could not stand the heat and threw off his shirt. In addition to the wide back, the lean triangular upper body flaunted the muscles as he scooped up the dung. In the meantime, it is very pleasing to the eye.

I was tired of the endless dung, spread out like laundry on the fence, but the Demon King diligently moved his body, scooping up the dung without any signs of exhaustion.

“I’ll do it. You rest.”

I shouldn’t say no, should I? I got out of the fence and slumped down on the ground, I think I can breathe a little now.

The Demon King did a really good job. The barn was cleaned in an instant because of his relentless dung-scooping.

Now, as the Demon King was about to catch his breath, some work came in from the orchard this time. It was asking for pruning. Oh, it’s like a life experience.

As I climbed up the ladder to prune the unusable branch, the Demon King grabbed my waist and lifted me up. Thanks to this, I was held in the Demon King’s arms and hung in the air.

“What are you doing?”

“You don’t have to.”

Then he lowered me down the ladder and climbed up by himself with a quick motion. With his sharp eyes, the Demon King looked for unusable branches like a ghost and cut them down.

I received a basket of peaches and apples from Paul, the orchard’s uncle who was very satisfied with the Demon King’s craftsmanship.

The next destination was the village chief’s vegetable garden. He sat down on a small, narrow chair, leaned over, and pulled out the peppers one by one.

Of course, even if the Demon King did it all by himself, there was nothing to say. I applauded the Demon King. Bravo.

The Demon King brushed away his sweat-drenched hair and approached me. He put his two feet in front of my feet and gently lowered his upper body. I put my hand on the black crown of his head with an awkward hand.

“Well, well done… yes……. right… okay…….”

Aunt Crieta, Uncle Paul, and the village chief said that this is why there should be young people in the village, and then they handed over a package of food. And with a small pocket.

“What is this?”

“I spent people’s time so much without paying a penny. It’s not a lot.”

I made unexpected money. I bowed my back deeply and nodded.

“By the way, the young husband works very hard.”

“Right! If I had done it by myself, I probably wouldn’t have been able to finish it even if it took more than a day.”

I agree too. The Demon King was very good at his job like a farmhand. Is he really the Demon King? He is the king. How can he do farm work so well?

“Come to think of it, I have never heard the young couple’s name until now.”

“My name is Dem…….”

“Daaaammn! I was just going to tell them! Damned you!”

I hastily shut the Demon King’s mouth. I guess he thought his name was the Demon King because I called him the Demon King, the Demon King. Ooph! I almost made an unruly past for the black dragon.

“I am Erina Holden. This is…….”

“…Mon…….”

“Merson! It’s Merson! Merson Holden.”

I have no sense in naming. He did his job well, he could be a merchant, he might be a merchant’s son… Yes, it’s perfect for Merson!

I could clearly feel the Demon King looking at me. As the side of my face stung, I turned my head reluctantly, and his red eyes widened a little as he looked at me. It was the eyes of realization that said, ‘My name was Merson!’

* * *

There were no days when I had three jobs a day like the day I first worked at Sejaine, but it became a daily routine for Merson to go to help from time to time at the request of the villagers.

As time passed, I adapted to the village, cultivated a garden in front of the house, and bought several used furniture at a low price from a merchant who came every four months with a small daily wage.

Time passed, and less than half a year was left until Serdebella appeared.

“Merson, get off.”

“Don’t want.”

It’s hard to wash the dishes if you’re so close behind me! I tapped his body with my elbow and pushed him nervously.

“Kiss me.”

“No!”

The whining has gotten worse these days. The farm work was carried out with Merson’s single gesture as if he was gradually recovering his magical power, and the repair work of the old building was solved in seconds when Merson stepped in. What if his memories came back?

Inwardly, I prayed very earnestly that this would not happen, and I was worried about it, but it didn’t seem like that would happen yet. What kind of Demon King would whine like now.

Tak!

“What?”

The bowl I was holding disappeared from view in an instant. Looking around reflexively, I saw that the dishes had been washed and placed neatly.

“You can’t use magic. Save your magic.”

I don’t know much about magic, but seeing him begging for energy every time, the emptiness of the magical energy that was still in Merson’s body seemed to be vast. You should save it even a bit!

“Then kiss me.”

Merson begged, kissing me on the shoulder. Ooohh.

His stubbornness increased day by day, and it was me who ended up getting tired if I didn’t do what he wanted. It was because it was a bigger embarrassment to see him staring out for days or looking strangely weak.

I grabbed his cheeks tightly and lifted myself in tiptoes. And the mouth… can I reach it? Ohh, this punk. He’s so big.

My lips can’t touch because Merson didn’t bow his head. I had a hard time, pulled his neck out and tried to find his lips, but ended up staying in his chin.

“Pfftt.”

“Are you laughing?”

Merson chuckled and looked down at me. I wish I was taller.

Looking at Merson displeased, Merson leaned over and kissed me very lightly.

Once, twice, three times…….

His small kiss lengthened, and then his tongue poked out. Merson pushed me so hard that instinctively my feet moved backwards, and I felt the texture of the hard wall behind me.

“Haheuhp.”

He shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, churning it out like he was going to swallow me, and then kissing the corners of my mouth, chin, and cheek.

He bit and sucked hard around my mouth, then brought his lips together again. The kiss that had just happened was such an intense and hasty act that all things were forgotten. Merson’s saliva flowed naturally into my mouth.

My head became hazy and I lost my strength. I am accepting this symptom as the essence of my body draining out. Knowing that it was getting harder to control myself, Merson lifted my back and looked for my lips.

His lips ran up my cheeks and bit my auricle a little painfully.

“Huhh. Now stop…….”

I turned my head away from his lips, but Merson persistently followed me in the direction I was moving. While holding a smile.

“If I die early, it’s all because of you.”

“I will never let you die.”

Merson tightened his arms and he lifted me up. Then he opened the door, carefully laid me down on the bed, and arranged my messy hair.

“I’ll do a little more.”

It has been two years since I fell into this world, but nothing has changed.

The change referred to here did not mean a change in body or the act of lifting a shovel instead of a smartphone. It refers to a fantasy element that should only exist in a virtual world.

Let alone monsters appearing often, I’ve never even seen their excrement, (I’ve seen a lot of cow dung now to know what kind of cow they were), and I couldn’t even see dragons, spirits, magic tools, or anything like that. Obviously, the book says that these things exist… Probably because this is the backwater of the countryside, it seems that it is far from such things.

Ah, there was only one thing here that made me realize that I was sucked into a fantasy book… The currently a farmhand-maybe-a-merchant’s son and former Demon King, Merson is faithfully fulfilling that role.

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