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What the heck. It’s too late, but… I feel that’s the first time I truly get what Zonmi being a monster means. |
What the heck. It’s too late, but… I feel that’s the first time I truly get what Zonmi being a monster means. |
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| − | I mean… Raw meat? Don’t you know fire? |
+ | I mean… Raw meat? Don’t you know about fire? |
| − | No matter how fine |
+ | No matter how fine it look on the exterior, a pretty girl happily chewing on raw meat is something I want to avert my eyes from. |
| − | “Monster |
+ | “Monster tamer… Is thy body all right?” |
“… Ah. Yeah. It’s nothing. Let’s dig in<ref>But this is Chiharu.</ref>.” |
“… Ah. Yeah. It’s nothing. Let’s dig in<ref>But this is Chiharu.</ref>.” |
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Since my hopes for the dinner have become nothing, there’s no other way. |
Since my hopes for the dinner have become nothing, there’s no other way. |
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| − | Let’s leave the weird things to team Underworld, us team world of humans will go with the safe and eat just bread. |
+ | Let’s leave the weird things to team Underworld, us team world of humans will go with the safe thing and eat just bread. |
When, pulling myself together, I extended my hand to the inside of the basket—I noticed something unusual. |
When, pulling myself together, I extended my hand to the inside of the basket—I noticed something unusual. |
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Manami winked to me, who had my shoulders down in dejection. |
Manami winked to me, who had my shoulders down in dejection. |
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| − | “Manami… Could it be |
+ | “Manami… Could it be that… Your own share…” |
Will you give me part of your meager share…? |
Will you give me part of your meager share…? |
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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, 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 high-class food?”
“And what kind of high-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 high-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—.
Something that looked like a frog with lots of eyes. Something that looked like a tiny human with grass growing on its head. Something that looked like a goat’s head. A soup with something that looked like a live water strider[4] swimming on it. Raw meat (as for meat of what, I don’t have a clue).
… Since they have an instant effect of loss of appetite, they may be good for dieting.
If we talk about the only thing that looked edible among them, it should be the sorry quantity of what looked like bread rolls served on a basket.
Each serving of cooking brought made Kyouko & Manami & my (world of humans team) bodies tremble.
In contrast with us, Zonmi & Iris (Netherworld team) were keeping their cool.
“Wow. Sauté of hundred-eyed frog… Haven’t they brought something sumptuous?”
“Traditional local cuisine that makes you feel good old Netherworld culture. It arouses your appetite.”
“…F-for reals?”
Since everything up till now wasn’t very different from the human world, I lowered my guard.
I was sure that, on the same roll, they’d come with Japanese style food…
“Then, without delay—bon appétit.[5].”
Minding her manners, Zonmi started chewing on the raw meat before her.
What the heck. It’s too late, but… I feel that’s the first time I truly get what Zonmi being a monster means.
I mean… Raw meat? Don’t you know about fire?
No matter how fine it look on the exterior, a pretty girl happily chewing on raw meat is something I want to avert my eyes from.
“Monster tamer… Is thy body all right?”
“… Ah. Yeah. It’s nothing. Let’s dig in[6].”
Since my hopes for the dinner have become nothing, there’s no other way.
Let’s leave the weird things to team Underworld, us team world of humans will go with the safe thing and eat just bread.
When, pulling myself together, I extended my hand to the inside of the basket—I noticed something unusual.
“…T-there’s no bread.”
Strangely, there was no bread.
Looking around in bewilderment, I saw Kyouko and Manami apologetically munching on bread.
“… Ah! Since there were so few, before I knew… Sorry… This was first come, first served…”
“I mean, Manami is a human! I don’t want to eat such a femininity lowering food!”
“…”
It seems that while I was nonchalantly checking on the food they were bringing, the four girls have ended up eating all the bread inside the basket, and speaking about my share, there was none left.
“Oniichan. It’s fine. Don’t worry. ♪”
Manami winked to me, who had my shoulders down in dejection.
“Manami… Could it be that… Your own share…”
Will you give me part of your meager share…?
A-a goddess!
A goddess has descended!
“If there’s no bread, then eat frog![7]”
“Damn!”
I’m an idiot for expecting something from her!
“… Kuh.”
Since it has come to this… I can’t but accept my fate.
Thinking normally, simply missing dinner may not seem a problem, but you can’t make fun of a male high schooler’s appetite.
I’m really hungry from playing at the beach all day long.
“I-I give up being humaaan!”
Instigated by my sister, I made a decision; I cut a piece from the closest frog with lots of eyes (Iris called them hundred-eyed frogs) and put it in my mouth.
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).
- ↑ An insect that uses its long legs to stand over water.
- ↑ The same “itadakimasu” usually translated as “let’s dig in” or left untouched; I chose this since it goes better with Zonmi.
- ↑ But this is Chiharu.
- ↑ A reference to a quote falsely attributed to Marie Antoinette, queen of France during French Revolution (until she was beheaded) that goes “if there’s not bread, let them eat cake”. Note that the reason the true noblewoman who said that said it was because she didn’t know that cake was much more expensive than bread.
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