The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

"Here you go. It's coarse."

"Ah, thank you..."

After receiving the business card from the editor, whom I know only a little, I immediately invited him to my teacher's house, passed him through the living room and made tea. It's just another person's house that I know of on my own.

I'm sorry because the editor looks restless while drinking tea. Yes, there is a stranger child at the teacher's house, and he is giving him tea. Isn't his mood irresistible?

"... this house is exactly as it was when Unaki-sensei died." I was so relieved that I thought maybe I was even more anxious. ”

Then the editor looked around the room for a moment and said so.

I was lonely, giving up all kinds of things, and that was the kind of face I missed.

"... yes, I live with myself now and then."

I wonder if a house with a sense of life without a landlord would look strange to an editor.... or maybe you're a little caught up in the fact that I live instead of Sensei.

Excuse me, are you related to Dr. Unaki?

"No, there's no blood connection at all." However, I am very well cared for... and your uncle and I are a bit close. Originally, this house seemed to belong to my uncle, so I said, "Well, I'll leave this house to you"...... "

This is what happens when I tell you that I'm letting you use this place like a vacation home. "Somehow, I think it's too blessed a story, and I think it's a strange story..."

"Oh, I see... that's good."

That's what the editor said, and he laughed.

"No, even with me, I thought it was sad that this house would get rough... yeah." I'm glad. ”

... I see.

I'm... glad you think so. "Why do you say that without saying 'you'?" That's very grateful.

"It feels kind of strange. It looks like Unnan-sensei is still here

... but when I'm told that... that... yes. I can't even say "I'm living in a world that's not here", so it's really, really awkward...!

Then I talked to the editor a little bit.

Apparently, he came here occasionally, so he thought of going home to see his teacher. So I was wandering around with a duck toe, so I called out unexpectedly.

"And then..."

I thought that if there was a copy of Dr. Unaki's will left, it would be fine.

Yes, the editor told me.

"Does that mean that you can publish what the teacher wrote?"

"Yes. If it is possible, it will be possible, and I don't think it will be impossible because I know your family's intentions..."

... I'll think about it a little bit. I thought a lot of things in an instant.

"... I have a will, I have a will. Some of them are pretty long."

Oh, is that true!

"Uh, wait a minute. Um, but the copyright was inherited by Ishinokai-san... um, but I think it's okay to show it..."

While recalling the story of the inheritance, I think it would be better not to tell the teacher's mother about the publication, but... I decided to go upstairs for now. I have a copy of the doctor's manuscript in the teacher's room.

So I got up and took a seat... "

It was then.

... p * ssy.

Such... a lethargic voice came from the other room.

The editor looks at me. [M]

I want to turn away from the editor. [M]

And without noticing my feelings, the relaxed voice of p * ssy, p * ssy, is getting closer and closer...

Gacha.

... open the living room door with his tail and let the Demon King peek into his face.

Looking at the demon king and seeing the hardened editor, is the demon king ma? and leaning neck.

... ahhhh!

"What the hell is this...?"

I'm the teacher's cat!

Editor is in trouble! I'm in trouble, too! The Demon King is relaxed!

It seemed that the Demon King thought he had been introduced for the time being. Your p * ssy is chirping and bowing. The editor bowed back in confusion, saying something like, "Ah, thank you..."

... I told the Demon King, "You can't go to the real world without me." In fact, the demon king had made a good boy to listen to me properly... but now that he knew I was in this house, he seemed to have left.

I'm actually here, so the Demon King hasn't come to this world since my eyes are on him. The demon king hadn't broken his promise, and nothing was wrong with him. "It's just..."

The demon king, who had excavated the bag of dumplings from the kitchen cabinet, opened the bag and took out the dumplings from the inside, and began to rummage around. Ahhhh.

"Does this cat eat rice crackers...?"

"... yes, it seems like a favorite."

And while I and the editor were staring, the Demon King noticed our gaze, ma'am! And he offered me a servant. Apparently, they will share it with me. The Demon King is really a good boy with a wide heart...! "

"... no, I'm surprised. There's something strange about it."

"Yes....."

The editor was smiling bitterly and was waving his fingers around. The Demon King was there too. I'm on the lookout, too. Since the demon king handed out his servants to us, we became a group of servants...

It's like a fantasy.

"That's right..."

I nodded for the time being, wobbling with the desire to explain, and the feeling that it would be too difficult to explain. It's true that the Demon King is very fantasy.

"No, when I was having a meeting with Unaki-sensei about the work, there was a talk about, 'Wouldn't it be cute if there was a demon king who crowed?'" I've remembered that... "

While saying that, the editor snorted at the demon king. The Demon King was delighted with his p * ssy. Thank goodness you pedaled me.

"... somehow, it looks like you still have Unnan-sensei. Really"

I can't say it's really there, but it's hard for the editor to be sad, even for me, so... erm.

Maybe he's really here.

I told you.

“I just don't see you for a moment, and maybe you're having fun and happy in another world.”

Of course, no one would take this seriously, and in fact, the editor seemed to take my words as encouragement. That's right, what are you saying? I'm going to make you laugh a little.

... uuu, somehow, I feel guilty of telling lies.

That's how we say we're taking a break from tea and snacks.

The demon king rattled the plastic bag and wondered, "Mom."

Oh, that's a duck toe.

What the Demon King is doing with the rustle is the sack of dust I just picked up. When I tell you, is the Demon King, Mama? and leaning his neck, he looked at the duck toe that had been taken out. Well, it's unfamiliar, isn't it?

"I can eat it." Finely chopped and fried in miso is the teacher's favorite product..... "

And in the middle of the explanation, the demon king ate a duck toe...

Papa! Then, with a loud screaming voice, the Demon King stretched out into the air. Then, it blinks a few times and returns to its original size.

The demon king stared at me with a sad, somewhat sobbing voice. It was bitter, maybe it was the face of protest.... it's certainly bitter to eat it raw on its own. Yeah. You ate it before I explained it to you.

"... um, what is this creature after all?"

"It's a cat."

See, the editor was surprised, too. I want you to be a little more quiet and normal like a cat... hmm, but I'm sorry that you're asking the Demon King to do that.

"Um... so, this is about the last manuscript."

To the editor who was curious to see the demon king, I continued the story I had just told. The editor quickly asked me where I lived. He's a good man, isn't he?

"Can I talk to you for a second?" Well, I'm in charge of the teacher's house, but I'm not the one who decides what to do with it... and there's still a good chance that a will will come out. "

"Yes, of course. It's not up to you, Togo. Please take your time."

Thank you!

Alright, if that's the case, let's talk about it... "

... is that it?

Did you say my name?

I'm suddenly curious to ask. I don't remember calling myself that yet.

Then, the editor told me, with an awkward, slightly uncomfortable look on his face.

"No, I heard about Togo from Unnan-sensei..."

... yeah. I see. The teacher told me...

"Um, I'd like to hear more about how you talked about me."

When I realized it, I didn't think of it and stood up to it. [M]