I Was Connected to Earth’s Black Market From Another World With The Skill [Market]! (WN)

Chapter 294

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Chapter 294 – The Demon King’s Sinking Ship

At first, I wanted to deal with it immediately.

I don’t know whether they were apostles of the saint or a mob, but they betrayed the country, oppressed the people, and started a rebellion but didn’t fight to the end. After fleeing without taking responsibility for their defeat, they hid in a fortress with a girl as their portable shrine. When I heard that they were all saying things like “repent,” I thought to myself, “I’m going to make them all line up and make them regret they were ever born.”

That’s what I thought.

“…Ah.”

The story, as usual, goes back about half a day.

It was about 150 kilometers from the night camp where we were attacked to the capital, Hagway. Myrril’s reading was about right, but about 70% of the way, I felt her hands on my cheeks.

“Ugh, it’s freezing!”

I looked back at her with a smile, wondering what she was doing, but I was startled by her serious expression as she looked at me with piercing eyes.

“Eh?”

“It’s not that my hands are cold. Your face is hot. Yoshua, is something wrong with your body?”

“I feel sleepy, dizzy… and a little cold.”

Myrril called Ecla-san to diagnose my physical condition, though I don’t know if it was an evaluation or something else.

“Oh, you have a cold. I’m sorry I didn’t notice, but… I didn’t expect a demon king to catch a cold.”

“Everyone catches a cold at least once.”

At that time, the fever seemed to be rising quite high, but I didn’t notice it. All I cared about was getting to the capital as soon as possible. Fortunately, we had already passed through the closest urban area to the capital, so all that remained was to travel across the plains. A few kilometers ahead, beyond a small hill, was probably the basin where the capital was located. We were almost there.

“No, we don’t hear that from the elves.”

Ecla-san’s voice sounded a bit distant.

“Mages can handle simple curses and diseases, and most of them develop resistance to poisons and diseases in their early years of herbalism.”

What kind of lifestyle is that? It’s like training in Chinese martial arts.

“What about Myrril?”

“Dwarves and beastmen are used to maintaining their bodies with magic power. If there is a stagnation in the flow of magic power, they heal it by moving their bodies.”

Is this the “run and you’ll be cured” kind of thing I often hear about in the gymnastics world? It’s a simple and rational approach. I envy that, but I am neither of those things. I’m a standard Japanese who basically takes medicine and sleeps to heal himself, notwithstanding the days when I was a corporate slave who couldn’t take a day off.

“I wonder if there isn’t some kind of healing magic that can cure me.”

“If it’s a fatal disease, I’ll heal you, but if it’s just a cold, I don’t recommend it. It strengthens the source of the disease.

It’s like the resistant bacteria in my previous world. Well, I don’t know. It’s just a cold. No, a cold is a cold even in another world. I can’t think straight. Worried, Myrril puts her hand on my forehead. It feels cool and pleasant. I felt something soft and warm, like a pink ripple. I wonder what it is. Is it love? It must be love, yes.

“Well, I remember my grandmother in Koriyama used to feed me canned peaches when I had a cold…”

“Yoshua, that’s too much. Stop the Griffon!”

Just as I was told, I pulled out the throttle and turned off the engine, and my memory was cut off.

◇ ◇

When I woke up, the sun was shining. I was in a fancy room, tucked into a huge bed, a king-size bed, I guess you’d call it. Myrril was looking at me at my bedside with a calm expression on her face.

“Oh, you’re awake, Yoshua. Are you all right?”

“Where are we?”

“In the center of Hagwai. The Council has arranged a place for us to stay.”

An inn, or rather a luxury hotel.

“We brought the Griffon in on horseback. Now Loringen is taking care of it in the merchant guild.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

“No, there’s nothing to apologize for. This is just a cold. It will go away when I sleep.”

She wrung out a wet towel and placed it on my forehead. It felt nice and cool. It smelled a little minty, like medicinal herbs.

“What about the apostles of the saint?”

“Well, I don’t know. It seemed like there was a military meeting, but I don’t know because I wasn’t there. No one would force us to talk about such things, would they?”

“I guess not. After all, I’m a sick demon king. A sick person and a demon king are a bit of a mismatch, aren’t they?”

“I don’t know what ‘misumatchi’ is, but you’re working too hard. If you take on everything, you will get tired and sick. Take your time and then think about it.”

“Auu.”

I saw a pale pink light shine from Myrril’s ring onto mine.

“I wonder if… miracles or blessings don’t work on… colds.”

“The sky is not always clear. Sometimes, it clouds over, and sometimes it rains. I think it should be like that.”

“You should at least catch a cold once in a while, don’t you think?”

“If it weren’t for such an opportunity, you’d be running around for others again, wouldn’t you? God willing or not, you should get some rest.”

“Maybe.”

Then I went back to sleep. When I awoke, the room was dark, and Myrril was still by my side.

“Myrril. Thank you… It’s okay. Go to your room and… sleep.”

“This is my room.”

Is this it? It’s too dark to see now, and the daytime scene is too blurred to remember. I don’t know if it’s a double, twin, or suite, and I don’t know where she’s supposed to sleep for a small Japanese citizen, but… it’s no good before.

“No, but…”

“I don’t want to. I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here.”

“You see, I have a cold… and you’re going to catch a cold, too, you know?”

In the darkness, something soft and warm cradled my head. A strand of hair fell down and tickled the tip of my nose.

“It doesn’t matter. All you are is mine.”

I heard a muffled giggle in my ear. No, you’re a saint to me. Feeling a little wistful, I reached out and hugged everything within reach. It was fluffy and soft. It smelled sweet, like milk. It was something like this. Smiling and shiny. It made a squeaking sound when you squeezed its belly. What was it called?

I fell into a deep sleep, wrapped in a dream as light and silky as a cloud, as sweet and melting as honey.

“Yoshua, what is “Kewpie”?”

I had completely forgotten, so I was at a loss for an answer when Myrril suddenly asked me.

“Huh?”

“Yoshua said, ‘Oh, it’s kewpie, it’s kewpie, it’s kewpie…'”

It is difficult to decide whether or not to tell Myrril-san about the dream I had when I was in a fever. It seems to be the only thing I said to Myrril-san after I patted her down, but I can’t help but think it might be a little rude.

“It’s like an angel. Where I came from, it was a doll that was loved very much.”

“Oh?”

After a while, Myrril-san looked at the Kewpie doll I got from Simon and tilted her head with a very subtle expression on her face.

“…An angel, huh?”

Ah, yes. I’m sorry… For everything.