Demon Bookshop 10

Paul was staring at the paper in front of him. He was working on a demon language workbook that Pablo had brought for him. However, after some time passed, his pen did not move, and the pages remained unturned. Eventually, he closed the workbook altogether.

"I don’t know any of this. I was sure I had studied everything…"

"It’s okay, Teeter-nim. If you don't know, you can study until you do."

"That's true. Wait a minute, Pablo-nim, there's a number 4 on the cover. Is this a workbook for four-year-olds?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll say I'm four years old now. No, since I didn't solve this either, a three-year-old is more appropriate! Ah, I’m wailing~¹!"

Shocked by his own grades, Paul banged his head on the table, gushing nonsense. Pablo, who was watching him with a red pencil in his hand, hurriedly changed the subject.

"Teeter-nim, the earrings look good on you."

This was sincere. In Pablo's eyes, the silver earrings matched Paul's fair skin. ‘Teeter-nim's ears are also cute,’ Pablo thought while looking at Paul's little ears. 

Thinking he had messed up, he then added, "Please don't misunderstand. I'm not trying to take credit just because I gave them to you."

Paul finally raised his head upon Pablo's words and said something out of the blue.

"Pablo-nim, what's a friend in demon language?"

"Friend? We say 'friend'."

However, Pablo's demon language was translated back into 'friend' because of the translator.

"Oh… Can you tell me the pronunciation of each syllable?"

"Pu, en."

"So it’s Puen. Oh! And why can’t you take some credit and show off? I'm actually really grateful to Pablo-nim. I made a little Puen thanks to you!"

"A little friend?"

"Yes! We have similar tastes in reading. I'll introduce him to Pablo-nim next time." Paul supported his chin with both hands and smiled innocently at Pablo. Pablo's heart began to beat faster as he watched his smile.

"By the way, Pablo-nim, how were the cookies I made? Do you like them?"

"It was really good. As expected, Teeter-nim's cooking skills are the best in the world." It was a lie. Pablo had kept the cookies Paul had given him, unable to have even a bite because he thought it was a shame to eat. Ia had also stolen a few, though.

"Speaking of cooking, I brought a book that Teeter-nim might like."

"A book that I might like? What is it?"

"It's a new book called <How to Make a Special Sauce>," Pablo said to Paul while pulling out a book written in the demon language. On the cover, a friendly-looking curly-haired man was standing while holding cooking utensils.

"It's a cookbook! Who is the demon on the cover?"

"This is Sugar Boy, the most famous chef in the demon world. He’s especially known for his ability to create a smoky flavour."

"Sugar Boy, that’s an unusual name!" Paul exclaimed in admiration after carefully receiving the book from Pablo and examining the contents. Although he could not read them, he knew something was special just by looking at the photos showing the process of making the sauce. It was clear that the book was packed with the know-hows from a top chef.

"Pablo-nim, do you have only one copy? I want to read it, too."

"I'm sorry, but it's the limited edition first print, and only one copy came into our Merchant Guild. I'll bring it to Teeter-nim first when we get more."

"Great! Since this is a book by a famous author, we can put it right on the bestseller list. No, there's only one book left, so I should display it in a clear view for now." 

Paul displayed the book front on the counter so that it could be seen well. If he had known what would happen the next day, he would have hidden it away where no one could find it.

When Pablo returned from the bookshop and stopped by Wolf Merchant Guild's warehouse, he encountered a familiar face. It was Neruda, who was tall and tan-skinned with a grey tail. 

She spotted Pablo and rushed over to him, asking urgently. "Pablo, I was looking for you! 

Have you seen the book <How to Make a Special Sauce>?"

"Yes, noonim.'

"What did you do with it? Have you already delivered it to the bookshop? Answer me quickly!"

Neruda urged Pablo. Surprised by her unusual urgent tone, he replied.

"Yes, I delivered it to Kshatrit earlier."

Neruda then slapped her forehead and groaned. "Oh, my…! I'm a step late. We can’t ask for the book back now that it’s already been shipped out. How would the image of our merchant guild become then?"

"Return?"

"We're now getting a flood of enquiries about that book. Given their circumstances, they want to get the book even if it costs a lot of money."

Pablo was sceptical about the amount they offered. Although it is a limited first edition, why would someone try to buy an ordinary cookbook at such a high price?

"Why? What's the situation?"

"The publisher and the author must have been at odds. Sugar Boy, who was very angry, said he would pay the penalty fee and asked to dispose of <How to Make a Special Sauce>. So, the publisher burned the entire stock of <How to Make a Special Sauce> while crying and gnashing their teeth."

"They burned them?"

"Sugar Boy must have burned them himself."

‘As expected, successful demons like Sugar Boy had a clear way of handling things.’ Pablo exclaimed inwardly.

"The book wasn’t printed in large quantities to begin with, so they discarded all of them. Sugar Boy even went around the bookshops himself to retrieve the ones that were already out."

"But I definitely brought one to Kshatrit today."

"Yeah. Rumour has it that only one has not been recovered yet. The very book you delivered today!"

"!!"

Upon Neruda's explanation, Pablo naturally recalled the incident he had previously experienced. There was a book written by an author who emphasized a frugal lifestyle. It was a fairly well-received book, but before making a name for themself, the author asked the publisher not to print any more books. The publisher had the best-selling book discontinued to keep its loyalty to the author, and ironically, the books became scarce and were traded at a tremendously high price, contrary to its emphasis on frugality. As a result, Pablo suffered a lot from the barrage of enquiries from the demons who were looking for the book at that time.

"…But now there’s nothing we can do either. We have no choice but to tell them to ask Kshatrit. If someone asks you, you should answer the same way."

"Understood, noonim."

"I'm not blaming you, so don't worry too much about it."

Neruda left the warehouse with a look of regret after finishing her remarks.

"Please go in." Pablo greeted her politely and hurried to send an owl.

---

'What on earth is going on??'

The next morning, Paul was startled when he opened the door, as usual, to clean up. The demons were crowding at the entrance even before the opening time.

‘Should I call the boss?’ But it was too early for the boss to wake up, so Paul carefully opened the door to grasp the situation.

"ที่นี่ขายหนังสือใช่ไหม"

"ข้าอยู่ไกล ขายหนังสือให้ข้า!"

Without being able to stop them, countless demons rushed into the bookshop.

What's everyone saying? What's wrong with them? The demons bombarded Paul with words. With dozens of them talking at the same time, his translator could not work properly. He was at his wit's end while being surrounded by demons shouting at him.

"Paul h-hyung-ah!"

Someone then approached and grabbed the hem of Paul’s clothes. When he looked down, he saw Pekka looking up with a worried face.

"Pekka!"

"Hyung-ah, the d-demons are looking for some kind of c-cookbook. The title s-seems to be <How to Make a Special Sauce>…" Although Pekka’s words were stammered out as usual, they were properly delivered to Paul.

<How to Make a Special Sauce>? The book that Pablo-nim brought yesterday? Upon hearing Pekka, Paul turned around to look at the book, which had been displayed next to the counter.

"Get out of the way!! It's my book!!"

Following Paul's gaze, the demons who looked at the counter finally found the item they were looking for and shouted. They rushed toward the book, pushing Paul aside and causing him to fall on his buttocks.

Dozens of hands simultaneously reached for <How to Make a Special Sauce>, but no one was able to grab it. This was because as soon as all the demons heard the boss's low voice, they froze in their tracks, standing in the same posture as a statue.

"Stop."

Paul looked up and saw the boss coming down from the second floor. He seemed annoyed, having been woken up from his sleep by the commotion. Seeing the boss’s scary expression, the demons hurriedly shut their mouths. Thanks to this, the noisy bookshop finally became quiet.

"Boss! What on earth is going on here? Do you know about this?" Paul asked as he ran up to the boss. He was the only one who could move his body because the boss did not use magic to restrain him.

Instead of answering him, the boss raised his hand and showed him a piece of paper. It was the message that Pablo had sent last night. He came to understand the whole situation because of it. 

"Is this the book?" The boss picked up the book in question from the gap in the hands of the demons who could only blink. At the same time, their eyes were fixed on the book he had picked up.

"You came all the way here in the morning just to buy this and disturb my sleep?"

"I apologize, Fomor-nim, but at least please sell me the book. I'll give you any amount of money!"

"No, please sell it to me! I ran here from Banan overnight to get the book!" someone shouted, breaking the silence. Other demons then also intervened, saying the amount they had prepared. The price gradually rose as if it were an auction house.

"Noisy." The bookshop became silent again with one word from the boss.

"Did you think money would attract my attention? That's funny," the boss said mockingly.

"Don't worry. I don't like the method you used very much, but I'm willing to hand out this book because you all have piqued my interest."

"As expected of Fomor-nim! You're excellent! But which of us are you going to give it to?"

"The recipient will be…" the boss moved his hand and lightly put it lightly on Paul's shoulder. "I'll let my human here choose."

"What…? Me, boss?" Paul asked, pointing his finger at himself. He was not the only one surprised by the boss's words. 

The demons in the bookshop began to murmur again.

"Fomor-nim, isn't this a bit much? How can you entrust such an important thing to a mere slave?"

"That's right! And can we really trust that human to choose fairly? Please make the selection yourself, Fomor-nim!"

A fierce protest from the demons ensued. This time, Paul became a little bitter as he could now understand their words that were accurately translated.

"Noisy. Don't let this one speak twice.²"

"But a human slave?! I object even if I die!" One demon, who had reached the closest to <How to Make a Special Sauce> due to his arms being much longer than the others, finally shouted. He was so upset that he raised his voice, forgetting that the other party was a Fomor.

"Do you dare to oppose me now?” The boss's face was colder than ever as he spoke. The demon quickly bowed its head.

"I-I-I was wrong, Fomor-nim!"

"Boss! You're not really going to kill him, are you?"

As the demon's body rose into the air, Paul, who recalled what happened previously with the bear beastmen, quickly stopped the boss. In response to Paul's voice, the boss released his magic and gestured for the demon to leave. The demon who almost died ran outside as fast as he could.

"Is there anyone else with a complaint? This one will personally attend to it." The boss's low voice was sharp with thorns. Of course, no one dared to step forward.

"So, Paul, what do you suggest we do with this book?"

"If it’s your wish, then…"

Paul quickly thought of a plan, his mind spinning like a millstone.

"How about we use a fair game to determine the winner?"

"Game?"

"Yes! And the game I have in mind is…" 

The boss lightly stroked his chin as Paul continued to speak. It was surely a simple game that did not require them to do much.

"Not bad."

"And if you don't want me, a human, to be the referee, how about my demon friend helping me out?" Paul grabbed Pekka's hand as he spoke. Pekka's eyes widened as he received Paul's message from the boss.

"But, I-I stutter when I speak…"

"What's wrong with stuttering when you're a referee? Can you help me out, my friend?"

Pekka felt embarrassed by Paul's words and a flower-like blush bloomed on his face, but he soon gathered courage and responded. "O-Okay! I-I'll give it a try!"

Finally, when the plan was decided, the boss informed everyone in the bookshop.

"According to my human’s will, I will hand over this book through a simple game. The winner will be decided on a first-come, first-serve basis. The referee will be the pink-haired demon here."

---

"Please buy some popcorn~ Four dollars for one~³!T/N: 사딸라 = four dollars, from a Burger King CF

https://youtu.be/sCptN9888p0?t=6"

There was no space to move inside Kshatrit as it was crowded with people who wanted to participate in the game as well as those who came to watch it after hearing the rumour.

"The time limit is one minute. You just need to get the b-boss out of his place within one minute. It doesn't m-matter what method you use as long as you don’t break the c-chair."

The boss sat with his arms crossed at the centre of the bookshop. It was undoubtedly a simple game, so the challengers did not have to watch. They lined up endlessly out of the bookstore.

Finally, it was the first challenger's turn. Paul flinched when he saw the person’s forehead.

Several weeks had passed, but there were still traces of a bookmark on the forehead of this demon. He was the chickenhead who had demanded a discount and was kicked out of the bookshop on the first day of its opening.

‘What do we do? The chickenhead must be here to get his revenge for that day! Shouldn't we stop him now?’

 However, contrary to Paul's worries, the boss sat with his arms crossed with a look that was saying 'Look at this guy.' 

The chickenhead asked Pekka. "Is it really okay to use any method?"

"Y-Yes."

"It really doesn’t matter?"

"T-That's right." 

The chickenhead, who confirmed with Pekka several times after that, made a cynical expression. Finally, the time started. The chickenhead raised his hand toward the face of the boss sitting in front of him.

'Slap!'

The chickenhead slapped as hard as he could. But funny enough, it was not the boss that he hit but his own cheek. Paul was dumbfounded at first but soon realized why.

'So the boss is moving the chickenhead's hand with his magic. Isn’t he stupid? Well, he deserved it,' Paul thought to himself. Other demons were also laughing while watching the chickenhead's one-man show.

"My hands aren't listening to me!"

'Slap! Slap!'

He was still slapping himself in the face. He tried to block it with the other hand, but it was no use since he was now hitting both of his cheeks simultaneously. A minute passed by like that and the boss used his magic to restrain the chickenhead with swollen cheeks who was trying to run away.

"Paul, how about chicken for dinner tonight?"

"Boss, that demon only has a head. What kind of dish can I make with just a head?"

"That's true." The boss spoke in demon language as if he wanted the others to hear. The chickenhead was lying on the ground, twitching.

"You said it doesn't matter if I use any method!"

"I didn't say I'd be willing to be abused unconditionally. You dared to risk your life trying to slap a Fomor in the face, didn't you? Paul, bring all the bookmarks in the shop."

Shortly after, the chickenhead ran out of the bookstore howling. Dozens of bookmarks were stuck on his forehead.

"Oh! A candidate for victory has finally appeared! It’s an ogre!"

As a big challenger appeared, expectant voices could be heard from the spectators. By looks, the demon seemed to be brimming with strength. He was large as a house and had a brawny frame like a giant. Above all, his forearms were several times thicker than Paul's.

"It’s the famous o-ogre. They say they’re proud of their t-tremendous strength!" Pekka whispered to Paul and began to work as a referee again.

"Then, s-start!"

"Heuryaaaaa!!"

As soon as Pekka’s words ended, the ogre put all his strength into lifting the boss out of his chair. The muscles in his arms were so tense that they looked like they might pop out at any moment. However, no matter how much strength the ogre used, the boss did not budge from the chair as if he were one with it. The boss’s power, exerted through his magic, was much stronger than the power of the ogre’s strength trying to lift him.

"T-time's up!"

'Thump!'

The ogre, who put all his energy into it, fell back with a disheartened look. It was as if he had just missed a gold medal by a hair’s breadth, but the world of winning and losing was a cold-hearted one. 

"As expected, a Fomor is as powerful as the rumours say. Dozens of people have already failed and given up, and yet he doesn't break a sweat."

"I know, right? I think we need a different approach. It's impossible to challenge a Fomor using a conventional way."

The demons next to Paul whispered to each other. As time went on, they now began to search for completely different methods. The first step in their new plan was like this.

"Fomor-nim, my mother is not feeling well. Since she likes Sugar Boy's cooking, I was going to take her to Sugar Boy's restaurant when her illness healed. But yesterday, the doctor told me to prepare for the worst. Please help this foolish one to be a good son for the last time. Please at least help me get <How to Make a Special Sauce> for my mother, who can't even swallow food anymore…"

'It's really touching…'

The demon told his story with tears. His voice was so heart-wrenching that not only the other demons, but even Paul himself was moved.

"No, go back. No more lies."

"Tch, I've been caught."

"What? It was a lie?"

The boss did not even blink upon hearing his words, like a cold-blooded man. The demon, who was caught lying, left while scratching the back of his head.

'Oho! That's a fresh approach in its own way.'

In the next turn, a little kid appeared.

'Pluck!'

The little boy plucked a feather from his wings, which were there in place of arms, and then used the feather to tickle the boss relentlessly. The kid attacked the boss's sides, neck, and even his armpit. Unfortunately, however, the boss seemed to be immune to tickling.

"Puhahaha, I was wrong. Hahaha, p-please spare me!"

As soon as the minute was up, the boss bound the little boy with magic and tickled him. The child, who was laughing like crazy, was finally released after crying out to be spared.

As time passed, it was finally the last challenger's turn. The demon appeared with a wooden flute and a large jar, wearing a white turban on their head.

‘Are they trying to call a snake?’ Paul watched nervously.

The demon began to play the flute. Just then, something started to come out of the jar. The demons, who thought a slippery snake would stick out their head, were surprised and retreated while screaming.

"Caterpillars!!"

Plump green caterpillars with fluffy fur began to pour out incessantly from the jar.

"Eeeek! Go away!!"

Screams erupted among the demons as the caterpillars started crawling around the bookshop, some even climbing up the boss’s legs. He still did not move from his seat, but his expression was noticeably stiff.

'Ahhhhh! What kind of caterpillar is as big as a fist?!'

Paul climbed up the checkout counter with his eyes tightly closed. A minute that seemed like an hour passed by like that. When the time was up, the boss quickly lifted the caterpillars with his magic and shoved them all back into the jar. Paul came down only after scrutinizing the area for a while for any remaining caterpillars.

And so, all challengers had finished their turns. As the boss was about to get up from his seat with a sardonic expression, an unexpected figure stepped forward onto the challenge stage.

"Wait! I want to try it, too!" the man shouted while raising his hand. It was none other than Paul who had his eye on this book from the beginning. 

If the boss had known Paul's plan from the beginning, he would have said something like, 'So you have planned it all along!'

The boss looked at Paul’s face and allowed him with a calm voice.

"Paul, you're going to challenge me? Sure."

"T-then, y-you also have one minute."

At Pekka's "Start!" Paul began by clasping his hands together and apologizing to the boss.

"Boss, I didn't want to go this far, either, but I also really want this book! So please forgive me." Paul hesitated for a moment after finishing his apology. An eternity seemed to pass at this moment.

‘Let's just do it for the book. Just once!’ Paul approached the boss with a tomato-red face, whispering in a small voice that tickled the other party.

"Boss… Actually, I know that boss remembers everything that happened that day. You were drunk and grabbed me while asking me to take off your pants."

Paul felt the boss's body flinch slightly.

"I'll take them off for you now. Please stay still."

Paul quickly reached for his black pants, his fingertips touching the buttons.

"Paul!!"

The embarrassed boss abruptly jumped out of his chair. His face looked the same as usual, but his ears were turning bright red.

The bookshop became silent. The time remaining until one minute was exactly 14 seconds.

"T-the winner is Paul!"

Pekka was the first to come to his senses and declared the winner. The demons in the bookshop all looked at the boss and Paul with a dazed expressions.

"What did I just see? Didn’t that human slave only whisper to Fomor-nim?"

"That’s right! What on earth did he say to make Fomor-nim so surprised that he got up?"

"What do you mean a human slave is the winner? It doesn’t make sense! The result must have been decided from the beginning, right?"

The demons could not openly express their dissatisfaction because they had seen those who had argued with the Fomor being kicked out. Hence, only small murmurs could be heard around, which Paul simply ignored and picked up his winning prize, <How to Make a Special Sauce>.

"I made the boss move, so now this book is…"

"Wait a minute. I'll have to take that book-yu!⁴"

Just then, a loud male voice echoed in the bookstore. When the owner of the voice revealed himself, even Paul became surprised, his eyes widened.

"S-sugar boy! The real one has appeared!"

It was a chef with curly hair and a warm impression. Sugar Boy, who was on the cover of the book, was standing there.

"I'll take that book-yu. Everything will be over once I deal with it-yu." Sugar Boy approached Paul and quickly snatched the book away. Then a small flame shot up from the book.

'Creating fire with bare hands, he must have that precious flame artefact,' The boss thought as he looked at Sugar Boy. It seemed that his reputation as the master of smoky flavor was true.

"No, chef-nim!" Paul fearlessly reached out to the book on fire. The boss, who had been watching, quickly used his magic to extinguish the fire and sent it to Paul. <How to Make a Special Sauce> was now in his hands.

"I'm sorry, Fomor-nim, but that book was written by me-yu. So it's right for me to take it-yu."

"Chef-nim, please listen to me for a moment!" Paul said while holding the book tightly to his chest. The cover of the book was slightly worn, emitting a burnt smell.

"What is he saying-yu?"

"ขอให้คุณฟังก่อน"

The demons, including Sugar Boy, did not understand Paul's words, so the boss translated for everyone. His ears were still red from embarrassment.

"Chef-nim, I also like cooking. Cooking is like a book. It's the result of the effort of the person who made it. How can you burn it away like that?"

"…That's up to the author’s intention-yu. It's none of your concern-yu."

"Yes, it's definitely up to your intention. But chef-nim, please take a look around!" Paul took a full turn. All the demons in the bookshop were watching him. His legs were trembling, but he continued as he held the book tightly.

"So many of your fans have gathered here. They even paid a huge sum of money and travelled all night from a faraway village just to buy this book written by chef-nim. Doesn't chef-nim understand how we feel?"

Sugar Boy seemed speechless upon hearing Paul's words.

"I'm sure that chef-nim also has an unavoidable circumstance. That's probably why you want to get rid of this book right now. But you didn't feel that way when you wrote this book, right? Didn't you write this book because you wanted to let everyone know about your cooking?"

"The human is right! My mother is still very healthy, but it was true that she was eagerly waiting for Sugar Boy's book. My mother liked how Sugar Boy's cooking could bring joy to even ordinary demons like her. It was like caring for everyone."

The same demon who was telling a tearful lie to the boss earlier intervened.

"When our carrot farms went down, Sugar Boy helped us by developing carrot dishes. So we farmers managed to not give up and continue to make a living. I came all the way here because I wanted to keep all of Sugar Boy's books."

"That's right! When the price of imported ingredients rose, didn't you also create special ingredients to replace them? Who else would go that far for us if it weren't Sugar Boy? I wanted to make another alternative sauce based on Sugar Boy's new book!"

Now that many demons have spoken together, Sugar Boy looked blank as if he had just received a beating from everyone.

"You guys…" He was speechless for a while, but finally opened his mouth. "…I did also feel uneasy to see the long line of people outside the bookshop-yu."

The demons cheered as Sugar Boy continued. Some clapped and whistled.

"I think it's right to return this book to you all-yu. I’ll make sure <How to Make a Special Sauce> is printed again-yu!"

"As expected of Sugar Boy! He’s sweet like his name!"

'Woo-hoo~~!'

As the cheers died down, Sugar Boy hurried to clean up the situation. He first approached the boss and apologized.

"I'm sorry to have caused such a disturbance-yu, Fomor-nim."

"It’s fine. I saw something interesting thanks to you. Can you show me the flame artefact you have?"

"As expected of Fomor-nim. You know everything-yu."

Upon the boss's words, Sugar Boy took a small box out of his pocket. There was a small red bead in the box. At the centre of the bead, flames were blazing as if alive.

"It's sophisticated and beautiful. With this level of skill, it must be the work of a skilled alchemist."

"It's Sepia's work-yu. If you have this, you can create flames with bare hands-yu."

"Sepia? Do you know where he is now?"

"He had a meal at our restaurant not too long ago-yu. I think he's staying in Banan, where our restaurant is located-yu."

"Banan, huh."

Sugar Boy, who retrieved the box, now turned to Paul and spoke. "Human, what's your name-yu?"

"It's Paul Teeter, chef-nim."

"Paul, thank you. You said that cooking contains the heart of the person who made it, right? You're right. So, I'd like to treat you to my cooking-yu. I hope you'll stop by our restaurant sometime-yu."

"Of course, chef! I'll definitely come with the boss next time."

"Then, Fomor-nim, I'll take care of the clean up and leave-yu."

The incident came to a close as Sugar Boy left with numerous fans. He did not forget to sign Paul's book before he left.

'To Paul-nim, 

Be happy-yu!'

However, Paul's expression darkened as he looked at the message. How many demons had poured contemptuous words at him in just one day? There were even demons who hit Paul’s shoulder as if to mock him.

"Hmph, although he persuaded Sugar Boy, it's too much to say thank you to humans!"

"That’s right, and he can't even speak demon language. He dares to carry Fomor-nim’s power on their shoulders and show off."

The demons’ attitude toward Paul was consistent. No matter how powerful the boss was, he could not stop the contemptuous gaze toward Paul one by one. His mood sank further.

"Hyung-ah, d-don’t worry about it. Those demons are doing it on purpose b-because they feel inferior to a Fomor."

"Pekka…"

"A-are you okay?"

Paul tried to force a smile, but he looked as if he was about to burst into tears.

"Boss, I'll walk Pekka back there and come back…" 

Before the boss could notice, Paul rushed out of the bookshop with Pekka. He never wanted to let this feeling get caught for the fear of the boss being worried.

'What am I doing here? Can I find the book? No, even if I find it, the clock has stopped. Will I have to stay in the demon world forever? How nice it would have been if I didn’t turn the clock that day.'

After returning from seeing Pekka off, Paul squatted in front of the bookshop door, his body soon trembling.

'I want to go back home. To my real home without demons…'

Tears that he had been holding back the whole time poured out endlessly and wet the ground.