Maou na Ore to Fushihime no Yubiwa:Volume 2 Chapter 3
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Chapter 3: Honey Trap
Since I don’t know from where to start, let’s go in order for the time being.
Before my eyes there is a female pervert.
How unexpected. It seems I was greatly mistaken.
About the being called female pervert, until now. I believed they were beings that only lived inside male phantasies, but that was a great mistake.
Thinking a bit about it, it’s obvious, but seeing that beings like dragons and ghouls surprisingly do exist in reality, there’s no reason why female perverts won’t.
Nevertheless.
No, indeed.
That there was a female pervert so close to me… I didn’t expect it.
“What are you doing…? Kyouko.”
Totally overflowing with uneasiness, I said the name of my childhood friend.
“Eerrm. What… You don’t get it?”
“…”
Let’s rewind and reassess the situation.
It’s lunch break. I was dragged by Kyouko into the women’s toilet at the back of the school.
Currently, in front of me, I see my childhood friend with her skirt rolled up and flaunting her panties to me.
I-I don’t think you understand what I’m saying……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
This sudden plot twist would leave even Polna•ff[1] speechless.
“I can… See your panties.”
“… Errm. That’s all?”
“That’s all.”
“Th-that can’t be all! Isn’t there something!? Like feelings!”
“Why should I tell you what I feel when I see your pasnties!?”
“Ugh! That’s…”
Being questioned, Kyouko became flustered,
“Uuu. Saying that any boy should fall once they are shown panties… Manami-chan, you liar…”
With her skirt still rolled up, she muttered something.
I don’t know what’s happening, but since I can’t bear seeing her like this.
“… Understood. I’ll tell you. Listen.”
“Eh…?”
“Since I’ll tell you my feelings on seeing your panties… Don’t make that face.”
“Really!?”
It’s a deep mystery why she’s so happy, but Kyouko let out a smile like a flower in bloom.
Ughh…
Really… What have we been talking about since a while ago?
A situation of being forced to reveal my feelings on seeing her panties… I really don’t know what her aim is.
“How should I put it, it’s repetitive.”
“… What?”
A really big question mark floated over Kyouko’s head.
“Aah. Errm. I’ve said repetitive, haven’t I? I meant it as repetitive on the good sense. I don’t think you should be bothered by it…”
“Repetitive on the good sense what!?”
“… Not the ones you’re specifically wearing right now, those pastel color with pink and yellow and such with a frilly ribbon ones.”
“…So, so it’s like that. But, is it something that boys like, after all?”
“Of course. I’d say it’s a genre with established popularity, but…”
“You don’t agree!?”
“Frankly, I’m personally fed up… First thing first, will wearing them like that rejoice boys? Doesn’t it defeat the original purpose? I’d say this sense of security is a no-go.”
“…”
“So, if you first take the boy to a safe location, that’s a weak pattern. Besides, I have no complaints against the staple genre, but do you only wear that kind?”
“…”
“Katsudon[2] is delicious, but if you eat nothing but it, won’t you get bored for sure?
To begin with. Am I not accustomed to see your underwear… Ah!”
Darn.
I was so engrossed talking about my well-liked topic of panties that I’ve ran my mouth.
It could be—that I’ve unknowingly hurt Kyouko.
I see. I lack delicacy.
How could I liken a girl’s panties to katsudon… I’m the worst.
It should be at least macaron or tiramisu… One of those posh desserts…
As I expected, Kyouko lowered her sight and with her shoulders seemingly trembling,
“Uwaaaaa! Haru, you moroooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon!"
With teary eyes, she ran away full throttle.
Alone. I’ve been left alone at the girl’s restroom.
“Errrm. What was that?”
That Kyouko. What the heck does she pretend?
If you thought about showing me your panties out of the blue, that you ran away with teary eyes… No matter what, I can’t think it’s a sane reaction.
Both yesterday’s bentou and today’s panties clearly give me bad vibes.
But, since I won’t get nothing no matter how hard I think about it,
“Well, recently weather has gone hotter…”
Saying that… Is that it?
With that half-baked reflection, I directed a pitiful glance to the gradually shrinking back of my childhood friend.
After class. While answering to the booklet with past questions of the Center Test I just bought at the school library, once I went home, the sun was setting.
Being alone, I started thinking about many things.
About dinner. About school. About friends.
… About if I’d dedicate myself on being a monster tamer from now on.
I walk on the white lines of the asphalt at twilight.
If I manage to reach home while only stepping on the white lines… I feel like something good is bound to happen tomorrow.
I know.
I feel, however, good things don’t come so easily.
Since chances are good that by tomorrow I’d forget this from today, there’s no way to prove it.
Even so, I like to do this kind of pointless things when I’m alone.
“…?”
Before the park I’ve gone countless times as a child.
My sight fell on a single spot. A single girl was lost in her thoughts on the swings.
Golden hair fixed in rather short twintails.
A dull red robe that seemed taken straight out a fantasy world.
Those eyes were of a crimson that overshadowed the current sunset sky.
“Iris?”
The one there is the red dragon girl I exchanged promises to make a contract with.
Iris Scarlet Lindblum. That was she.
“That voice… The tamer?”
Iris stopped swinging and turned her face in my direction.
… Am I overthinking things?
That face, is not of her usual haughtiness, it feels like she’s thinking hard about something.
“.. I see. It had totally slipped my mind. Now that I ponder, thy nest lays on the vicinity.”
“…”
Nest, she says.
When talking with Iris, her usual sense of Japanese language makes me nuts.
“By the way, Iris, why are you in the area? Could it be you’ve covered all this distance to come to see me?”
“Nice jest, coming to accompany idlers like you.[3]”
“Haha…”
But I think it’s more of an idler the one who’s playing on the swings at the park in broad daylight.
“I have a reason to come to this area. And that’s—to inquire about a certain someone.”
“A certain someone?”
As I parroted her words as a question, Iris’s eyes became harsh.
“The Monster Tamer of the Catastrophe. The name is Noelle North Norm. Five years ago… She’s one of the key persons on the slaughtering of my tribe.”
“!?”
The next instant. I felt like that name would shake like nothing the foundations of what was until now your usual everyday.
The monster tamers engaged in crime of abuse of monsters—
Black Tamers.
Just the other day I fought against one of those Black Tamers that wanted to get his hands on the dragon blood.
… Could I have been mistaken until now?
A peaceful everyday. A world at peace.
To me those are no more than a house of cards.
Not even an instant.
If they resent me because of last day’s battle—you could say my life is currently on grave danger 24/7.
“It seems adequate to suppose our foes won’t let the recent skirmish slip out. It could be we have found the trace of some unknown bigwig.”
“… Then, Iris, what will you do once you’ve found that guy?”
“Thou dostn’t have to ask. The moment I met him, I shall tear him apart. Since to me, from the very start… That has been my objective in life.”
“…”
Shouldn’t I say something to her?
‘Since revenge will bear nothing, stop it.’
‘Since killing people is bad, stop it.’
If I act as a ally of justice, it’ll be easy to spit out a sensible reasoning.
Nevertheless.
The people who can say that kind of lip service are the ones who are living in bliss.
I have a question.
Let’s say, those lawyers and jurist that right now are arguing against the current death penalty.
If one of their relatives was murdered by a total stranger for selfish reasons, could they still stand for their beliefs with the same conviction?
Since I don’t want to pose as an ally of justice by brandishing the prevailing view—
I won’t deny her.
“… I see. That’s good.”
As I let out my honest opinion, Iris made a face as if she was not convinced,
“… Unexpected. Being thee, won’t you exercise unnecessary meddling and suggest me to stop?”
“That’s the life you’ve decided on. Even If it was wrong, I’m not qualified to deny it.”
“Good. It seems thou hast grown up whilst I was not looking.”
“However, let me tell you a single thing.”
*BRUSH* I softly petted Iris head and said.
“… Won’t you stop getting involved in so many unnecessary problems? Right now, you… Your face shows quite the suffering.”
“Wh-what art thee basing that nonsense on!?”
… If I keep with that, she’ll end up losing her temper.
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