Maou na Ore to Fushihime no Yubiwa:Volume 3 Chapter 4
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Chapter 4: Value of existence
We were safely rescued by the hotel’s personnel a while later.
That the communication device Lilith-san had brought hadn’t broken with the impact of the fall was the silver lining on a dark cloud.
Being around two hours later than Zonmi and the rest, in the end I was brought to my room.
There, before my eyes, there was an incomparably pointlessly super-deluxe suite room.
The ceiling was so high that you could play volley ball at that place, and the bed somewhat looked like one for a princess to sleep on, with attached curtains.
The point that personally struck my fancy were the flawless security measures.
The lock looks sturdy, so it should be difficult for Manami to make a night visit [1] (this is important).
The perfect anti-sister countermeasures.
Since, while looking for something to change into, I found a folded yukata[2] inside a chest of drawers I tried changing into it for now.
“How surprising. I’d never thought I’d come to wear a yukata at the Netherworld…”
I dare say this too is one of the achievements of the late Maou.
Lying on the bed like that, I waited for someone to come tell me it was time for dinner.
Checking the time with my cellphone, it’s 8 p.m.
I don’t know if there’s a time difference between the Netherworld and the world of humans, but going by my internal clock, that has the accuracy of a Swiss radio clock, there’s no doubt that it’s time for dinner.
Being guided to the hotel’s dining hall, we took seat in a zashiki[3] and, like that, we waited for our food.
“Uhehe. What kind of food will they bring in, oniichan?”
“I don’t know, but… Judging from the luxury of the room… Won’t they bring rich-class food?”
“And what kind of rich-class food, specifically?”
“Errrm… What is it…”
As I don’t usually grant myself luxuries, it’s a terribly difficult to answer question.
“What kind of rich-class food… Kyouko.”
“… Eh? W-w-w-why do you pass it to me!?”
“I beg you! You are the only one I can rely on.”
Zonmi and Iris, who have lived at the Netherworld for a long time, have a slightly off sense of values.
“… Understood. If I have to answer, then I’ll answer.”
Glad to be relied on, Kyouko wasn’t as annoyed as she wanted us to believe.
“Yup. Please.”
“Eeeeeerm……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Salted salmon roe?”
“…”
“…”
“Wait a minute! How come you look at me with eyes full of pity!?”
“Kyouko… Poor child…”
“Oneechan… If you were going to go with fish roe, at least make it caviar.”
“Uuu… Being made a fool by these siblings is terribly infuriating…”
Feeling for Kyouko like that, time passed flying.
Has it been around 10 minutes since we took seat? The maids that appeared before us started to line up dishes on the table one after another.
However.
“Oniichan… This seems…”
“… I see. Is this a joke?”
The meal that was brought in deserved to be called wretched.
If I have to sum each part up in a simple explanation—.
References and Translation Notes
- ↑ Yobai. I think I explained it already, but it’s an ancient Japanese custom where a men sneaks inside an unmarried woman’s room at night to have sex. The man doesn’t need to know the woman, the woman cannot refuse, and it was considered at the same level as the current picking up. The only ones who could stop the tryst were the males of the house.
- ↑ Summertime style kimono (traditional Japanese clothing); ornamented ones are usually worn during summer festivals, but more simple ones are often provided by inns, lodgings and hot springs to wear as a housecoat.
- ↑ A tatami floored room or partition they usually have in traditional or Japanese food restaurants (except rotating sushi and the like) where, for extra cash, you can keep your intimacy (opposed to the tables, at the sight of everyone, and the bar, that is, well, the bar, if they have it).
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