My Childhood Friend the Demon Knight Hates Me

A bad feeling is something that often hits.

I didn't have a job today, dropped off my mother who went shopping in the city with her helper Miina, and I spent a whole lot of time alone at home, cleaning and reading books.

After noon, a light lunch will be served in a bean soup prepared by Miina that is just as pleasant and salty, paired with crispy bacon and beautifully fragrant bread of baked colour. After that, he used blueberries that were hemmed by the neighbors, and relaxed and boiled the jam in a pan. I like to hear the sound of the cotton-honking pan because it calms me down with wonder.

If I wanted to see how it was swinging and think, "Maybe I could give Wal a taste later," a modest ringing sound would reach my ear from the front door.

Maybe a messenger from Wang Du?

That's what I thought, I stopped the fire, took off the apron, rocked my gold tea hair and headed to the entrance. I didn't want to interrupt the work, but I had no choice.

Before the nearly made jam hardened, I opened the door hoping to finish the conversation............ I wanted to close it shortly after I put my breath down.

"Reis......"

Has the fine plundered voice reached his ear, which stands before him?

Until now, she was a little taller than I was, and stretched out to look up. The pure white blouse, bordered by a line of gold, successfully adds to the glossy dark hair. There is not an inch of clearance, from a face that is too neat and gives a cold impression (cover) to a reasonably well-trained, rinsy standing position.

The bloody eyes peeking through the gaps in my long forehead hold a sharp light and look quietly at me.

I see, this could also be given the alias' Demon Knight '.

Growing up, his beauty is so overwhelming that his spine freezes. Extraordinary beauty.

- But there was a shadow of childhood tampering that did call me "Sue," with a clumsy grin.

I hold the handle and it solidifies without opening my mouth.

Long time no see, how have you been?

How dare you say whatever you want then? I'm not forgiving you, you son of a bitch.

But I'm sorry I hit you.

Hey, why are you chosen as an escort knight? I'm the spiritual princess to protect.

Numerous ramblings back then, did you really hate me and say it from the bottom of my heart?

Or now.

How do you feel… relative to me?

Such countless questions and things I want to say fly across my head, but none of the words come out hidden in the back of my throat.

I forgot to breathe and couldn't blink one, and I was fascinated by the grown-up look of the nostalgic Lace.

"... holy shit, dude"

"Huh?"

"... you look as poor as ever," I said.

"Become!?

It was Rayce who cut the fire first. The first word poked at me unexpectedly and I missed hearing it, but the second one sounded perfect.

"I'm not going to make more contact with you than I need to. Knowing that Princess Spirit was you this time, I really wanted to refuse to be your escort, but being a knight for life from the church, I couldn't resist. I personally don't want to be here."

"Huh!"

"I'll protect you because it's a role... that's all. Again, stay away from me more than you need to."

With a voice that feels lower than I remember, the spinning word cuts me off as a jitter.

You used to say to me, "I want to protect Sue," with that mouth, "I can't help but protect me because it's a role," you know.

"... even I wish you were a knight of escort if that's true. I won't go near what you asked me to do."

"Right. Lai Lai"

"I'll pick you up again tomorrow morning," that's all I left to say, and Reis flipped a white hem and left light. He seems to be taking accommodation with other messengers nearby. He doesn't look back, he doesn't stop at anything.

I haven't had a conversation like this in a long time.

What a tasteless reunion it was.

Dropping off his back away, I bit my lips softly.

● ● ●

"Hey, Sue, are you mad?

"... I'm not mad at you"

"Then are you sad?

"Not even sad"

"Then..."

"I'm not angry, I'm not sad! It's all normal!

Wal accidentally shows up and looks at me as Rayce leaves and flies around me again making jams. Apparently, he was sneaking up on Reis.

The Spirit of Water has a sensitive habit of human emotions among spirits, especially since Wal seems to have excellent sensing abilities, so my strong but rough heart can't seem to help but worry.

Normally, the sound of a calming pot simmering also annoys my stood heart now. Wrong force application, bouncing purple fruit flashly beneath the tree hella.

"What's making Sue feel bad is that blackhead earlier, right?

"What's a blackhead..."

"Then I hate him. I hate guys who bully Sue! It's okay, Sue. If he does something to you, call me right away. I'll drown you!

"Wow, that's a mess, Wal."

"But thanks," I reach out empty and stroke Wal's watery hair. I moved in feeling good and was slightly soothed by the tail making a chapong water noise.

It's the ordinary mind that counts, me. If I'm still disturbed by this, I don't have the strength to act with Rayce tomorrow.

He kind of has to think of it as a potato similar to someone I know!

"Yeah, something's cheering me up. Thanks to Wall."

"Good for you then!

Kuru, and Wal spins a spin in the air.

"But even if I skip Sue, I kind of hate him. When I looked at him, my nose was muzzled."

"Your nose is muzzled?

"And my ears were pimpled, my hair tingled, and, uh, my tail blurted! I can't say it well, but, um, I don't feel good!

"That was just plain awful, Wal."

"Anyway, you shouldn't get along too well with him! Me and you, let's go to Joosama's!

You want to do that if you can... etc., but I'm done boiling, I'll move on to jam bottling. The point is to pack it gently while it's hot because it gets stiff when it cools.

Tighten the lid with all your strength, it's done! and waltzing with Wal, chillin and calling bells again.

For a moment, you forgot to say something and that potato bastard came back? And I was alert, but if I approached the door, the voice I was used to hearing was for two.

Thanks for coming today, like a thousand customers.