Shake the Carrot if You Are Caught by the Devil - Shake the Carrot if You Are Caught by the Devil chapter 144

144 – Can’t Find My House

As usual, the limbs were restrained before the fainted intruders woke up.

Don’t forget to cut off the mana.

…

The house is a mess.

It has to be. Because she wasn’t there

The sight of her shattered as she was caught seems to show the public’s hatred for her.

“Pepper! Peep! Where are you? Huh? Come out!”

The demon king searched for the chicks with a trembling sound. Searching all over the broken, broken, and burnt things.

…

– Took

A cuckoo clock struck at my feet.

It was a clock that did not work because it was broken, but the demon king hung it on the wall and cleaned it every day.

The parrot magic she used was based on this cuckoo model.

The broken watch had no second and minute hands.

…

I’d rather disappear completely.

The obscure traces will dig into her chest even more.

-Crisp, Crisp

…

I opened the door. The bed where we sleep each other every day, the bed legs are broken. On the torn sheets, what appeared to be goat blood, used to exorcise demons, was scattered and gave off a fishy smell.

-… Fast

I was angry.

I also briefly heard a childlike delusion that I wanted to kill these scum that stretched out nicely with stupid faces as painfully as possible.

… No, what does that mean?

The fight has already been settled.

It only upsets her mind again.

…

At a time like this, it seems that I, who is only ahead of my emotions, haven’t gotten used to the demon surname as much as the demon lord.

-Hwarak

I picked up the matt sheet and rolled it up. Before the devil sees it. Well hidden in an invisible corner. I plan to burn her secretly later.

-Jumping

-Kiik

Came out of the door.

We passed the rubble and went inside.

– Took

Something stepped on my feet. It is a piece of carpet in the living room. The thing she loved so much, Geum-dong was once scolded for spilling canned beans here.

Just as I hid the bed sheets earlier, she seems to have hidden the ruined carpet because she didn’t want me to see it.

-Turbuck, turbuck

“… Off”

… The Demon King was crying silently.

Carrying a piece of the roof of a broken chick house.

The chick house the three of us built was completely crushed.

-With this… Done! It’s done!

– Dongha. Does this look like a dog house?

-It’s not the same thing, it’s openly a doghouse.

…

“I… I’ll look over there. Chick…”

-Pocky

When the gold-bronze that followed her saw her broken house, she turned around as if running away.

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Geum-dong was gruff on the outside, but loved her new house where she lived with her chicks.

When she woke up in the morning, she took a rag and wiped the dust off the roof,

I thought the padded board was creaking, so I continued to hammer on the subject without any strength.

…

Still, the loss of the chicks must be the saddest thing for her.

-Trudge

I approached the demon king. She cries that no matter how strong an intruder is, no matter how hard they swear at her, no matter how much she breaks her trivial and simple treasures, she never collapses to this extent.

…

Yes.

I forgot about her for a while because of her point of view, where she never lost her smile every time, and fought her enemies wittily, using things like nightfall and parrot magic.

This is what she was guarding all along.

I looked around again.

…

One day. Is this the scenery that will happen if she loses her fight?

At that time, I wonder if she will be lying there among her wreckage.

…

-Sueuk

As if drawn by something in her, I reached out my hand to her who was sobbing in her alone.

…

The feeling of being slapped on her cheek is still vivid in her outstretched palm.

I touched the devil’s cheek dozens or hundreds of times with this hand.

However, she had never been in so much pain.

…

The sobbing demon king rebuilt the collapsed chick house like a crappy block. Of course it couldn’t have been. The debris just falls to the ground due to gravity.

…

What should I do?

Can I apologize for slapping her on the ear a moment ago?

Should I regret having coaxed him into going on a trip?

To a weak subject, should I shamelessly express my guilt for remaining by your side?

I feel like I have to do everything.

I don’t think I can do everything.

I can’t.

If I could undo the irreversible, I’d be able to offer even modest consolation as usual.

…

It was when I was thinking about that.

-…Beep

…!

-Wack

My gaze and the demon king turned at the same time. An old box that was used as a house for old chicks. A sound came from there.

…

-Beep

I couldn’t have heard it wrong twice. She, too, seemed to think the same as me, and she ran as if her body was flying. When I came to my senses, I was in front of the box.

…

1 Second equals 10 minutes.

There was silence, and along with the sound of dainty footsteps, two chicks that I desperately wanted to see came out through a crack in the box.

-Beep! Beep!

I recognized the Demon King and cried happily.

…

You were hiding.

“Turn it off, ugh…!”

The demon king put two chicks on his palm and cried. He turned around and lifted his wings to see if there were any injuries.

…

It’s like waking up from a very bad nightmare and knowing it was a dream. The situation is worse than ever, but the relief that comes makes me laugh out loud.

Keum-dong, who came running, also saw the chicks and ran and hugged them. The one who usually bothered chickens with chicken legs and golden olive legs, kissed him disgustingly and rubbed his face before getting pecked on his beak.

…

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Good thing.

Now I can say these boring words.

If it can be reversed, it can be done again and again.

“Let’s make it again. Entire.”

…

Withdraw the outstretched hand.

Her for the time being, it seems that her hands will not be able to touch her.

The demon king runs his little fingers through the chicks’ heads.

“…Yes.”

We can’t afford to sit here crying.

No matter what your current situation is, you have to live here tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

*

One of the intruders has awakened. Even against the weakened demon king, he uttered harsh words as soon as he woke up after losing 6 to 1.

All of her magic has been taken away, and one of her blonde warriors has lost all of her powers, and he shoots at her with a ferocious gaze, as if to eat her.

“A b*tch like a maggot. I used to live with people here. When I looked around the nest you built, I saw that you vomited?”

…

As usual, her memory-erasing mindlessly no matter what the other person said, the coin tied with a thread suddenly stops.

The demon king bit his lower lip and wept.

“Is this what it means to live like a human…?”

As if it was unfair, her face was full of confusion as she asked back.

-… Ugh, messed up again.

-hehehe. Soot can be easily removed by rubbing with this.

I saw it for the first time.

As if it was natural, she, who lived under her attack, responded to the reckless penetration of the intruder.

“… No one lives like this. I know because I saw it.”

Sadness lingered on her face as she continued her words. Her happy memories in Urupu seemed to flash by.

… How different is this place from Urupu?

Her warrior laughed at her, raising the corners of her mouth.

“You are not human. You’re misunderstanding something. You b*tch is a rotten monster. No one in the world wants a b*tch like you alive…”

-Puck

I broke the back of the guy’s head with a brick pulled from the floor. Blood splattered, but unfortunately, warriors don’t die with things like this. She didn’t break her rule of not killing.

But I was able to close the free-spirited mouth.

“Can’t you open your eyes straight? Here you are. Wanted person.”

“…”

She exchanged uncomfortable glances with her. After she slapped me earlier, there was still a lukewarm air between her and me.

“… Let’s take care of this last.”

“…Yes.”

Fortunately, the rest, which happened gradually, was not in a state where combat was possible.

Erasing the memories of six opponents one by one, manipulating them, and sending them out took quite a while.

*

The TV that the demon king uses to play games is put back on the table. Even though the old TV fell to the floor, fortunately the screen was not smashed.

…

The old game machine that she cleaned meticulously every day and cherished like a treasure, had shoe marks on it, as if it had been stepped on. The case was also crushed no matter how many times it had been kicked.

“…”

“…”

“…”

The three in front of the game machine were more serious than ever.

…

To be honest, I don’t expect much.

I’m thinking of some comforting words and other entertainment to return to her in case she doesn’t work.

“Wait, I’ll try…”

The demon king injects magic current, and Geumdong presses the power button with his trembling hand.

…

It didn’t turn on.

“…”

The demon king with a shocked expression. Even in the midst of this, she is trying to make a smiley face.

… No. Fools.

“I need to turn on the main power underneath.”

-Click

When I pressed it again and turned it on, the game console worked normally. There was a slight crack in the screen under the TV, but other than that, there were no problems.

All I can say is that I was lucky.

“… Whoaaa! Thank god!”

She holds her breath tight and, relieved, hurriedly picks up her gamepad.

-Beep, beep

A demon lord who briskly moves his fingers holding the game pad to access Little Farm.

“… What are you doing? Can you do it now?”

“… No no. Donkey counting. They might have thrown away the golden potatoes in the box.”

She counted the donkey statue and the number of potatoes in the warehouse she had memorized, confirming that it was still there. Why would intruders steal this…

*

While Geumdong and I roughly cleaned up the rubble, the demon king told us to lie down and rest.

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Geumdong took a broom and went to sweep away foreign objects on the floor. Because the chicks might pick it up and eat it.

She is very tired from the battle. He needed to recover because he never knew when an intruder would come again. We always needed to assume the worst.

She is also aware of her situation and is sitting and resting with her chicks.

Now I am ironing a rare herb called mandrake.

I bought it in Urupu. It can be seen as the king of recovery medicine. The potency is unparalleled.

Right now, the number one priority is to restore her condition, not to rebuild the broken furniture.

However, the taste of mandrake was said to be disastrous, so I am cooking it according to the merchant’s recommendation. She can’t eat anything bitter, but she has no other options.

“… Sniff. What nasty smell is this?”

The demon king’s keen sense of smell sensed the approaching danger.

“Good for the body.”

It’ll be in your mouth soon.

“Then it doesn’t taste good? I will never eat anything.”

You’re saying you won’t eat it at all. I thought it would come out like that.

When the medicine was all boiled, I approached the demon king and suggested a game as planned.

She shows her a tray full of her carrots and donuts.

“Here is a plate with sliced carrots and festival donuts. One of these has mandrake on it. If you pick one that doesn’t smell and doesn’t taste bitter, it’s your victory. Conversely, if you can’t choose at once, you have to eat the wrong side.”

“…What are you going to do if you win?”

“…Anything.”

The demon king pondered for a while at the word “Anything”, Then put a clothespin in his nose to block her sense of smell, write it down, and receive a plate.

Then he pretended to be a detective, making a magnifying glass with his fingers.

“… I see. You underestimated me Maybe you thought I put mandrake on donuts? That way you can feed me all the carrots, or all the mandrake donuts. It’s like trying to get me to pick up a carrot after thinking that far.”

“… No? This?”

“Whoops. It’s surprising. You must have calculated that I would eat donuts this far and smeared the donuts with mandrake.”

“… Gee.”

I averted my gaze.

“Kee hee hee. It’s cute how you pretend to be embarrassed. You thought I was tricked again? Braided. Donut mandrake is actually a trick. If I eat donuts here, you’ll get what you’re aiming for. Because carrots and donuts are all drugged. But I remember earlier you slipped a plate into the description. In other words.”

The demon king took all the food off the plate with a confident expression.

“The correct answer, not the food, is that this dish is not coated with mandrake. Now, should you quietly listen to me?”

-Crispy

The demon king who confidently bites down on his plate. It was a strange feeling to see the woman I kissed the other day eating off a plate.

…

“Wow! It’s a mandrake-flavored dish!”

“It was caught.”

She sometimes saw her eating junk food like puff pastry without my knowledge.

In the end, the demon king ate all the mandrakes.

…

“By the way, what were you asking for?”

I asked her.

…

“… It is.”

“…”

“Can you slap me more until you feel better… Will you make up…? Of course, I’ll turn off the buff and get hit.”

…

I didn’t expect her to apologize to me.

Of course, I was surprised that she shed tears because of her.

Still, the one who should apologize is the one who wielded violence.

…

“I will reconcile. But there is a condition. Do you want to?”

She nodded as she asked her.

I bowed her head in front of her and apologized to her sincerely. The demon king had a troubled face.

“I’m so sorry I hit you earlier. Will you forgive me?”

“Oh no! I get hit every day anyway! Are you okay! It’s really okay! You can hit me more! My nickname is the one-horned handle punching bag!”

Don’t say that… You’ll feel more sorry.

The demon king was at a loss as if he was the first person to receive an apology.

“So… Now on my terms.”

The demon king’s face was filled with determination.

“Slap me hard on the cheek too. Then we will reconcile.”

“…”

The demon king was dumbfounded for a moment and then smiled.

“…hehehe. Will you be sick?”

“It must be painful.”

“It will really hurt.”

“It won’t hurt as much as when I hit you earlier.”

“… Ok. Won’t watch Close your eyes.”

I laughed.

Her once I was desperate not to hit her… Her now asks me to spank her.

“I’ll do it.”

“Yes.”

…

Her palm didn’t come off. Instead, the fruity scent comes closer.

…

In a dark room, we kissed for a very long time.

They loved each other’s lips so much that they coveted them.

…

Oh my gosh, it tastes like a plate with mandrake on it…