The Devil Is a Part-Timer!, Vol. 2 by Satoshi Wagahara Page B
Authors: Satoshi Wagahara
Tags: Fiction
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“That journey across Ente Isla would’ve been a lot easier with a microwave and some instant rice, though. Maybe I could take some kitchen appliances home with me, at least. I bet we could harness some lightning alchemy or something to power it with… Oh, wait, would a Divine Thunder spell generate AC or DC power?”
The gap between ideal and reality that began to trouble her long ago had ballooned since she defeated the Devil King—something that Emi herself was less than aware of.
Her expression loosened softly at the smell of the curry plate, a hot meal brought to her in four minutes by the mighty triumphs of her adopted civilization.
“Ooh, I’m almost out of shampoo. Better grab some soon…”
After dinner, she thought over her shower plans while glancing at her wall calendar.
“Is there anything good on TV yet? Oh, wait,
Vice-Shogun Mito
airs tonight!”
The recent rise in moments spent talking to herself was another change that escaped Emi’s notice.
Emi sighed as she stared at the passcard the ticket machine spat at her, beeping its annoying tune the whole time.
“At least Sasazuka and Hatagaya are within range of my commuter pass. Got that going for me, anyway.”
Emi, whose work commute ferried her between Eifukucho and Shinjuku stations, had a commuter pass that her company paid for. That allowed her to get off at places like Sasazuka and Hatagaya along the line, but looking at it that way, it made it seem like her life-and-death struggle against the Devil King was being funded by the HR department at her job with Dokodemo.
She had taken advantage of the stop at Sasazuka to update her pass. Placing the receipt in her wallet, she wearily lumbered away from the shade of the station roof.
“Every single day, why’s it got to be so
hot
…?”
Stepping out of the station’s entrance, positioned underneath the elevated rail line, Emi was blinded by the sun’s rays, already pounding down in the early morning hours.
Any fervor that remained for the Devil’s Castle surveillance mission she promised Emeralda was in grave danger of being burned to a crisp by something even hotter.
Every day was getting to be like this.
In order to defeat Malacoda, supreme commander of the DevilKing’s Southern Island expeditionary force, Emi had to slog from one end of the island’s tropical desert clime to the other on foot. Here, meanwhile, 120 yen was all it took to score a cold drink, and a quick stop at any nearby café would provide instant air-conditioned comfort. But, still, summer is summer, one of the universe’s few truly universal tenets.
Emi took out a flower-print umbrella from her shoulder bag, suited both for the rain and for keeping the sunlight off the back of her neck. Dabbing her forehead with a handkerchief, she set off down the perilous road to Devil’s Castle.
This was day four of her drive to keep daily tabs on the Devil King, something she resolved to do upon receipt of her 5-Holy Energy β shipment. Continuing with this thankless, unrewarding job underneath the punishing summer heat required a remarkable amount of endurance.
On the first day, she staked out a position in the bookstore across from Maou’s workplace near Hatagaya station, reading through all the nearby magazines on the rack as she kept constant vigil over her target. On the second, she made it to Devil’s Castle, but apart from the quiet sounds of normal life, the only unusual thing she saw was a fatigued-looking Ashiya purchasing scallions, dashi soup stock, instant barley-tea packets, and a new drain filter for his kitchen sink. On the third, work obligations kept her away.
“I’m…a total stalker right now, aren’t I?”
Emi chided herself as she quenched her thirst with a small plastic bottle of mineral water.
Standing guard over someone’s personal life and workplace on a daily basis without any actual purpose would be the textbook definition of a stalker, yes.
Outside of the one day she
“That journey across Ente Isla would’ve been a lot easier with a microwave and some instant rice, though. Maybe I could take some kitchen appliances home with me, at least. I bet we could harness some lightning alchemy or something to power it with… Oh, wait, would a Divine Thunder spell generate AC or DC power?”
The gap between ideal and reality that began to trouble her long ago had ballooned since she defeated the Devil King—something that Emi herself was less than aware of.
Her expression loosened softly at the smell of the curry plate, a hot meal brought to her in four minutes by the mighty triumphs of her adopted civilization.
“Ooh, I’m almost out of shampoo. Better grab some soon…”
After dinner, she thought over her shower plans while glancing at her wall calendar.
“Is there anything good on TV yet? Oh, wait,
Vice-Shogun Mito
airs tonight!”
The recent rise in moments spent talking to herself was another change that escaped Emi’s notice.
Emi sighed as she stared at the passcard the ticket machine spat at her, beeping its annoying tune the whole time.
“At least Sasazuka and Hatagaya are within range of my commuter pass. Got that going for me, anyway.”
Emi, whose work commute ferried her between Eifukucho and Shinjuku stations, had a commuter pass that her company paid for. That allowed her to get off at places like Sasazuka and Hatagaya along the line, but looking at it that way, it made it seem like her life-and-death struggle against the Devil King was being funded by the HR department at her job with Dokodemo.
She had taken advantage of the stop at Sasazuka to update her pass. Placing the receipt in her wallet, she wearily lumbered away from the shade of the station roof.
“Every single day, why’s it got to be so
hot
…?”
Stepping out of the station’s entrance, positioned underneath the elevated rail line, Emi was blinded by the sun’s rays, already pounding down in the early morning hours.
Any fervor that remained for the Devil’s Castle surveillance mission she promised Emeralda was in grave danger of being burned to a crisp by something even hotter.
Every day was getting to be like this.
In order to defeat Malacoda, supreme commander of the DevilKing’s Southern Island expeditionary force, Emi had to slog from one end of the island’s tropical desert clime to the other on foot. Here, meanwhile, 120 yen was all it took to score a cold drink, and a quick stop at any nearby café would provide instant air-conditioned comfort. But, still, summer is summer, one of the universe’s few truly universal tenets.
Emi took out a flower-print umbrella from her shoulder bag, suited both for the rain and for keeping the sunlight off the back of her neck. Dabbing her forehead with a handkerchief, she set off down the perilous road to Devil’s Castle.
This was day four of her drive to keep daily tabs on the Devil King, something she resolved to do upon receipt of her 5-Holy Energy β shipment. Continuing with this thankless, unrewarding job underneath the punishing summer heat required a remarkable amount of endurance.
On the first day, she staked out a position in the bookstore across from Maou’s workplace near Hatagaya station, reading through all the nearby magazines on the rack as she kept constant vigil over her target. On the second, she made it to Devil’s Castle, but apart from the quiet sounds of normal life, the only unusual thing she saw was a fatigued-looking Ashiya purchasing scallions, dashi soup stock, instant barley-tea packets, and a new drain filter for his kitchen sink. On the third, work obligations kept her away.
“I’m…a total stalker right now, aren’t I?”
Emi chided herself as she quenched her thirst with a small plastic bottle of mineral water.
Standing guard over someone’s personal life and workplace on a daily basis without any actual purpose would be the textbook definition of a stalker, yes.
Outside of the one day she
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