Demon Noble Girl ~Story of a Careless Demon~

"Isn't there some kind of noise?

I still come to the ramen shop in the mall today.

I also have trouble getting fat eating all this ramen. I noticed that Qin was stunned by the scale numbers and seems to be swimming at the gym today.

"Uh, they're doing road work, right?

To my whining earlier, Misa, who was doing homework with me, told me with her face up.

"Was there a lot of construction at this time of year?

"Uh-huh, I don't know."

I glanced outside through the lounge window in the back, not inside the store, and I heard some noises and couldn't identify the direction.

"How many places are you doing...?

Road construction itself isn't uncommon, but is this done all around the mall?

I'm off to school tomorrow, so I don't have a problem with the harps picking me up late, but can the car come in?

Well, if there's nothing I can do, I can stay at this store.

By the way, the back and upstairs of this ramen shop are the shapes that make it Grandpa's residence and Dad and Misa are boarding houses upstairs.

"Teak, are you staying -?

"What do you want?

"Well, sleep in the futon with me. Ugh."

You're in the same company. Yeah, that's okay... When I started thinking about it, my dad at the store came to the break room with his own phone.

"Yuzuko, Oba called, but there are so many roads I can't get through in construction that I might be late to pick you up, so please take a taxi home before it's too late."

"Alama."

"And Teak, is your phone powered off? I was foolish that you couldn't connect."

"That..."

I tried to get my phone out of my bag and it was really powered off.

Press and hold the start button to turn it on, but after a few seconds the mark on the big battery appeared on the screen.

"Are you out of batteries..."

"You can use our phone, keep in touch. And you want me to call you a cab?

"Teak, aren't you staying...?

Misa looks lonely when she was hearing that.

"... Dad, shouldn't you take it home?

"Is there a good reason? And I'm not Misa's father! Misa recently imitated me and called me" Dad, "so people in the mall called me" Dad. "

"That was an unfortunate accident..."

"Not even an accident. Yikes!?

That's right, Dad, the scratch is beautiful.

Afterwards, call Brother Oba and ask him to call a taxi as well.

Oh, I guess I should have charged my phone by the time the cab got here.... just before the taxi arrived, I couldn't charge it for a minute.

It was nine o'clock the night the ramen shop closed when I got into the cab.

You're pretty late. It took me over an hour for a taxi to arrive. If this was it, I could really have stayed.

"Excuse me, ma'am. I've been working everywhere today, and I don't have many paths to get through."

"Really?"

A young driver with a gutted physique will talk to you, so I'll respond appropriately, too, and keep you company.

You can't be a social person without being able to talk to the public at first sight. Though I am in elementary school.

"Is your daughter's uniform Takashi School?

"Yeah, I am. Did you know?"

"That's because it's the best school around here already. Highly formatted, even if I have kids, I can't."

"Not many, but some kids from normal families, right?

"Well, I guess you take care of your kids. If you were as pretty as your daughter, your father would want you to go to Takashi."

"... father?

Do you know this driver, your father? No, it's not the taxi company we use a lot, is it? It's a company I've never seen.

And this driver, that's a chat...

"Your father was here to drop you off when you took the cab, wasn't he? Parents and children are good friends."

…………

You think of me and Dad as parents and kids?... It's strange to put it in a sentence again.

People who come to shopping districts and shops know what I call 'Dad', but where did this driver hear that?

Even though it was a taxi company used at the store, I didn't seem to know my father.

And you're a taxi driver, and you don't know where to send me?

………

………

My silence interrupts the conversation.

The driver was trying to get “something” out of me. Yeah...... did you want “certainty” about who I am?

"... Driver, are you on the right way home?

"... there's a lot of roads I can't get through with road construction, sorry"

This could suck...... I can't panic in situations like this personally, but it's not like I'm not scared and the danger is fine.

That weird [force] doesn't always come out at a good time. That also came out only when I tried to protect someone, so I still don't know at my peril.

Besides, this construction itself is suspicious.

"I'm going down here. Pull over."

"... I can't do that. I'll be on the highway in a little while."

"Fast?

It only takes 20 minutes to drive from the ramen shop to the Tower Gazette family, but there's no need to use the highway.

Oh, no. Shit. If he's not a kidnapper or a delightful criminal, he's definitely a bad taxi.

"If we don't stop... we'll get busted, won't we?

"Heh... why don't you try?

The driver threw away the mask that seemed like a good person until then and used a tone that made him look like a thoughtful fool. Convicted.

"... then don't hesitate. Pusu"

I really didn't hesitate, I stuck a pointy pencil around the driver's medulla extension.

"Ahhhhhhhh!?

Screaming driver. But in my weakness, I just stabbed him about a centimeter. I pulled through to break the tip of the pencil in harassment and then circled my body under the sheet.

Gagong!

"Guru,"

There is a voice that exhales the air of a fake driver, crashing somewhere and the car stops. On second thought, if you hit the opposite car, it would have been dangerous. Very much so now.

"... and I'm so... you little..."

"Oh, thank God you're alive, aren't you?

I smile elegantly and get out of the back seat, avoiding the hand stretching yowling with blood from my forehead and back of my neck.

Good bag, good wallet, a little uniform wrinkle, no more than 3% cell phone charge. Ready.

"But where am I...?

Apparently, it's an office district. Many buildings don't have electricity because time is time.

Let's just look for it in the altercation. Even if I can't find that, I think there's about a convenience store somewhere.

"... why..."

There was that [black cat] on the sidewalk of the office district......

Those silver eyes stare straight at me. You want to say something...? What do you want to tell me? What the hell...

"Oh, wait."

I get far when I get close. Step aside, one by one, even if you stop.... but you show up before me.

“Something” from the depths of my heart was clawing and scratching my feet.

I follow [him] so that I can rush to it.

I can't breathe. I don't have the strength, so it's natural. But could you have moved more before? Was it faster? More... were you strong?

Fragmented memories, which were about to be anointed on a daily basis, colour by colour.

What do you... want me to do?

"I found this kid!

"... Huh?

Here... where? I was in a vacant place I didn't know I'd notice, and from behind me, that fake driver was turning an angry glance at me as I held back my neck with a cloth still stained red on them.

"... oh, you look good"

"You're kidding."

Besides the fake drivers there were a few bad patterned men.

To my words the fake driver comes at me holding his fist. Do they beat you up?

"Don't, Shinohara"

"... eh"

To the calm voice hung from behind, the fake driver, Shinohara, makes his expression strong and stops moving.

Two black clothes showing up from across the car lights. A skinny man walking in the middle of it.

I can't believe I'm meeting you here...

"Long time no see, young lady"

I say that with a gentle "snake” smile, I met him in that mall, that man.

... What do you really want from me, Black Cat?