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

Chapter 397

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Chapter 397 – (Side Story): The Demon King’s Poison

“……Ta… Kifu.”

It’s the afternoon of a day in the Sarz Merchant’s Guild. The sound of Ecla-san’s groaning echoes through the silent meeting room. I chuckle inwardly as I sense the slight tremor in her voice.

She is currently busy with her role as director of the Central Region Council and as ruler of the newly unified territory of the Coastal Region, so her presence in Sarz is coincidental. I can’t help but feel that there’s some kind of agenda behind her being there with Loringen-san, the influential figure who controls the Merchant’s Guild of the Central Region, but that’s beside the point. She was only there as a supervisor for the preliminary meeting with Casemaian, so strictly speaking, she is an outsider, and while she has the right to speak, she does not have the right to make decisions.

The person currently in charge of the merchant guild in Sarz is the young guild master, Inos-san. He is currently frozen in place, half interested and half worried. As usual, he is not very reliable.

“Ecla-san, why don’t you try it first?”

“This is a bad idea. You know that, don’t you?”

The person whispering to Ecla-san in a low voice is Kerg-san, the block manager and administrator of the city of Sarz. She was a high-ranking bureaucrat in her youth, so she returned to the political world, but when we came to Sarz, she was a talented person who supported the merchant guild (and the rather unreliable Inos-san) as the head of the administrative staff.

“We can’t turn back now, can we?”

“No, I know, but my instincts tell me that this is a bad idea and I shouldn’t get involved. The alarm keeps going off.”

“Don’t worry, everyone. This is a sign of friendship and a symbol of joy. I won’t poison you, okay?”

I said with a smile, but Ecla-san looked at me with a hint of hostility, caution, and a little fear.

“My instincts tell me it might be more toxic than poison.”

“Well, you can’t know that until you try it. I’ll taste it for you.”

“””Wow!”””

There were simultaneous comments from all sides of Myrril, who had held out her hand.

“What is it? Are you going to eat it or not?”

“I’m going to eat it! Sorry, I’ll take it.”

“I’m going to eat it. Of course I’m going to eat it. The problem is my mental preparation.”

Well then.

What I have in front of me is a paper box the size of a moving box cut horizontally. That’s right—it’s an American-sized doughnut box. I had it made through the good offices of my master, Lukemon, who has many connections with craftsmen. It has a single colored letter on a white background that says “Temptation of the Demon King.” But I can’t read it.

The box, which is so large that Myriil has to hold it with both hands, is filled to the brim with American-style rainbow food made with colorful ingredients I got from Simon. From the fruit used as toppings to the chocolate chips and colored chocolate chips used as decorations to the custard and fresh cream, everything is full of color, fragrance, and sweetness that is like a light madness.

For someone like me, who doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth, I have to admit that the smell alone is enough to fill me up.

“…You’ve gone crazy.”

“The color, the smell, the ingredients.”

“It’s like excess made tangible. It’s almost like an act of violence.”

It has a narcotic effect on the sweet-hungry women of the Republic. Even as they whispered to each other, faint heart symbols seemed to float in their eyes. The same was true for the landlady of the Wolf’s Tail Pavilion, who was in charge of the confectionery. They had actually learned the recipe, so they also expressed horror at the amount of milk fat and sugar used.

“Then I’ll take this blue one.”

“I’ll have that rainbow one…wow.”

“I’ll have this… what is it? It’s light pink, like bubbles or a whirlpool…”

“””Munch.”””

The women, who cautiously put some in their mouths, freeze, and their eyes widen. The men, on the other hand, try some on their own plates, but they’re just watching and waiting to see what happens.

“W-what’s wrong?”

Inos-san calls out to the women, who have been frozen in place for about five seconds.

“””…..Funnnuuoooo…..”””

Voices resembling the breathing of karate practitioners come out of their mouths. You can tell that the suppressed emotions are swelling.

How do they feel?

“Mmm…”

“Huh?”

“…This is bad. It’s not just bad.”

Loringen-san looked at Inos-san, who was holding a ladle, and wondered how he had judged the situation based on Kerg-san’s sigh and Ecla-san’s dismissive comment. When he received a look that seemed to ask for help, the burly elf smiled as he took a big bite.

“Mmm… I guess you’re right. This could be bad.”

“What?!”

“It’s not a matter of taste. It’s not a matter of business. It’s probably something like…”

Loringen-san put his finger to his temple and pointed at Ecla-san.

“It’s like you’ve opened a forbidden door that you can’t go back through, you know?”

The women nodded silently and reached for the next cake. It was a good size, but it disappeared in seconds. Then another. And another.

The men, overwhelmed by the silent frenzy, froze after just one bite of the first.

“It’s so sweet it makes my brain buzz.”

Myrril laughs with a melting, ecstatic smile. Her tongue wipes the cream from her lips. Mir-san’s eyes roll slightly.

I smile as I look at the people of the Republic (plus Nojaloli-san) with colorful creams and jellies around their mouths.

“Welcome to sweet purgatory.”

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