The Devil Is a Part-Timer!, Vol. 17 by Satoshi Wagahara and 029 (oniku)

The Devil Is a Part-Timer!, Vol. 17 by Satoshi Wagahara and 029 (oniku)

Author:Satoshi Wagahara and 029 (oniku) [Satoshi Wagahara and 029 (oniku)]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Yen On
Published: 2020-09-22T00:00:00+00:00


Kisaki had mentioned that she’d stop by the MgRonald one more time after the lunch rush, but Emi never did see her before the end of her own shift. Her missing presence was likely why they were never haunted by the wailing spirit of Sariel that day; apart from Maou running on a fraction of his usual energy, it turned out to be a pretty typical shift.

Since yesterday, Emi had wondered what Kisaki meant by “I think I can do something for him.” She suspected—and she was pretty sure about this—that there was a concrete plan of action behind that statement. Kisaki liked to chat, but she couldn’t say something like that without intending to back it up. There was something in her mind that led her to believe she could lend a hand in Maou’s life. Emi didn’t know what—but it’d be much better for Maou if Kisaki had something envisioned for him, rather than if he tried for a full-time job at some other company that he didn’t even want.

“Why am I thinking about this…?”

And the reason it would be better for him was, of course, because Maou missing out on a full-time job created the danger that humans and demons could go back to their old habits on Ente Isla. There was that danger, but for some reason, Emi was connecting it directly to Maou’s work prospects. The career of her rival for all time shouldn’t matter, but if she didn’t worry about it, it could threaten peace across the world. She had to support him. The whole dilemma would be sad if it wasn’t so chaotic.

“This is so stupid.”

Shaking off these useless thoughts, Emi took out her smartphone. She told Maou she was staying at Suzuno’s place without actually asking her first, so she needed to do that real quick.

The screen read “March 12” at her. Emi looked back at Maou and snickered.

“He’s not thinking of doing something, is he?”

White Day, the day in Japan where men traditionally give chocolate to women in return for the gifts they’d received on Valentine’s Day, was March 14. Last month, Maou had received a worrisomely enormous collection of chocolate from his demon and human cohorts, most notably Suzuno and Chiho. They didn’t manage to eat it all, of course. It made Emi wonder how long chocolate stayed edible—but then, all Chiho taught the demons was how to melt retail chocolate blocks into simple molds. If they were kept in a cool, dark place, they might get harder or a bit oily, but that shouldn’t affect the quality for a while.

But White Day wasn’t waiting. And if every day of your life was busy, a month had a way of passing by in a flash.

“I doubt he prepared at all…”

If Kinanna hadn’t shown up, would he have thought about doing something in the past week? Even without the lizard, the fallout from his rejection might’ve made it impossible anyway. Actually, was he still in contact with that lady who gave him the really expensive chocolate package during training?

“I doubt Chiho and Bell would care.



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