Demon King & Hero Volume 2 Chapter 2-3

“L, like this?”

“No, idiot hero.”

Normally, Yuria would have said something but, for once, she kept silent.

She had followed the demon king’s orders to the letter, yet his dish was a complete vegetable soup, whereas she had concocted some frightening ‘food’ yet again.

“Ha… Eat this for now. I’ll go throw that away.”

“I still worked hard to make it though…”

As Yuria slightly became crestfallen, the demon king said,

“Then do you want to eat it?”

“Thanks for the meal.” [1]

As soon as the word ‘eat’ came up Yuria handed over the food(?) she made and started eating the demon king’s vegetable soup.

Looking at Yuria’s figure, the demon king sighed.

‘My image of a hero is being…’

Somehow, despite using the exact same ingredients, recipe, and method that he had used, another cursed liquid was created.

“Now where do I throw this away…”

When he buried Yuria’s previous attempt at cooking, he saw something erupt from the ground.

“If I dispose of this in the ground again, I might get a blessing(?) from the earth G.o.d…”

Shaking his head, the demon king had no choice but to grab a gla.s.s jar from his room, seal the hero-style cooking(?) and after doing so, opened the kitchen door.

“What the h.e.l.l…”

Another scene of chaos. And in the middle of this carnage was Yuria, who with a slightly awkward smile, poked out her tongue just a tiny bit. [2]

“Sorry, I was doing the dishes.”

Snap.

“YOU IDIOT HEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

The demon king, finally, blew his top.

“L, like this?”

“No, idiot hero.”

“Th, this way?”

“Idiot hero.”

“Th, then like this?”

“Idiot.”

Looking at Yuria, close to tears in a corner of the room, the demon king let out a sigh.

“Maybe there was such a thing as a divine calling in careers after all.”

Just where was the strong, intense hero that he had first met. Now, in her place, was this troublesome girl.

“I shouldn’t have said anything.”

They had given up on cooking.

They had given up on was.h.i.+ng the dishes.

They tried needlework.

The end result: blood everywhere.

The demon king suspected that she probably hadn’t bled this much even when she fought top-tier demons.

In the end, after sticking plasters onto just about every inch of her hand, he’d made her try knitting, which did not use needles. [1]

It was another tragic result.

The hero that broken free of endless traps from countless evil organisations had been completely ensnared by two b.a.l.l.s of yarn, flailing to get free.

The last thing he had made her try was farming.

That… the demon king had shed tears at that.

His lovingly cultivated field was half-upturned, and half the crops that the hero had harvested became useless trash. (The other half wasn’t much better off, either.)

And so, the demon king pondered just what to do with this useless hero, and the hero in question was sniffling in despair.

“Just what would she have done if she wasn’t a hero?”

About to sigh yet again, the demon king’s eye noticed the hero sniffling in the corner, and a smile broke out on his face.

‘Then again, who would be able to see the greatest swordmaster on the entire continent sniffling in a corner like this.’

For some reason, the demon king found this all too cute,

“Really, I expected more from a hero but, it turns out you can’t do a thing. What would you have done if you weren’t a hero.”

With the most sarcastic voice he had, he started poking fun at the hero.

Author’s notes:

There should be more tomorrow. (Than this)

Plus, even cringier. (TLN: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)