《The Overpowered Demon Princess Has Left Her World To Help An Author Write Her Story》Crush Those Negative Feelings Once and For All
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Here I am. Back at the dungeon or should I say Suzuki's house? Well, the damn purple demon has explained to me it's a rented apartment. She also said, "You should be glad that you DIDN'T KILL someone with Sensei's chair."; and whatever she has discussed with Captain Mizu-something whom I believe the latter gave that yellow phonebook that was used to throw at my face... What's more annoying is that she told me:
"You're lucky because I was able to fix the broken glass on time or else, robbers would've ransacked Sensei's room."
It's already night time, and yet I'm still rolled up in her purple cloak... My voice is still muffled as the item called "tape" is still stuck on my mouth. Fortunately, Demon Princess girl takes it off though she could have done it gently. It makes me think she really was born to be a Do-S.
"Hey, Plank. I'm sure you've got a good explanation for your barbaric actions."
"Huh? I've no idea what you're saying right now..."
"Is that so? Then, why didn't you use a less barbaric way to escape? For example...using your sword to slash the sliding glass door?"
"My precious sword? Ha! I assume you've thrown it away so that I won't be able to find and use it to slay you...huh? Is that my sword... leaning...next to that table with her books?"
"Yes, your sword was right in front of you this whole time."
"B...b...but why didn't you leave me a note?! Like you did at your castle!"
"Correction. It's my uncle's castle, not mine."
"Huh? Uncle...Wait, wait! But Ranjō called you "Big Sis"..."
"I see you got to know him since I kept getting texts from Auto."
"Can we slow down your conversation, Demon Prin..."
"I insist you call me Nelly, Plank. Hearing that stupid nickname from you Plank is like being forced to eat disgusting dishes served by a Demon General."
"Don't you dare compare me to your evil comrades!"
"(sighs) And here I thought your Aura Sensor will able to turn you into a smart man. Unfortunately, it becomes a malfunction on you..."
"Dream on, Demon Princess! I will call you this nickname until you say my name properly! Speaking of challenging you, untie me at once!"
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And she does untie me except she pulls her cloak too fast that my body got spun too fast. It was like in Tolldon all over again except I got spun around fifty times at this moment. Thank goodness I'm able to stand up and still be conscious; after all, this is nothing compared to the ordeal I've received yesterday...
"Listen up...De...woman."
"So you're calling me that from now on? Alright. I'm listening."
"Why the heck are you living with that Suzuki lady... don't tell me you like h..."
"She's the author, Plank. Since I know you insist on slaying me, I led you here on purpose."
"Huh?! Wait, wait! Why would you..."
"Because I pity Ranjō would go through your interrogation methods when I'm not there."
"Sheesh! You confuse me, woman. You really sound concerned despite your Do-S looks."
Just when she's giving me the look with one of her eyebrows going upwards, the door entrance of this room opens. Coming inside is that Suzuki lady and an old woman slightly hunching back.
"Then, Okami-san, thank you for extending the deadline along with this fruit basket. I can assure you it'll be ready by next week. Is that okay?"
"Yes, it's okay. After all, I want to really help out as my final wish."
"Ah! Don't say that. You've got a long life to live, Okami-san."
"Haha~ As always you tend to believe people's words, Suzuki-san. Well then, I'll be off."
Right after the old lady leaves and the entrance door closes, I get a look on Suzuki's full appearance. A rather ordinary-looking, but still have a good-looking face, she's one head shorter and slightly slimmer than the Demon Princess. For her current clothing, she's wearing a long-sleeved yellow shirt and light blue pants which is half of the regular length. When she finally notice me in this room of hers, she greets me with the same bow Atsushi did this afternoon.
"Oh! Hello! My name is Saika Suzuki. Nelly explained to me what happened earlier on. Though I had a hunch that you didn't mean to harm anyone, it would've been better if you had stayed in this living room."
"So this dungeon of yours is called a living room?", I question her as I squint my eyes towards her. She looks too calm to be seeing my pathetic state, not to mention everything explained by the Purple Lady...wait, wait. Does this Suzuki lady even believe every single word from her? Because from what I've encountered with folks from this world, that captain and her servants didn't believe my words while they were planning for me to be put in some mental whatever building.
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"You're right, Nelly. He hasn't learned the modern words being used in this world."
"Mo...what? Listen up, Suzuki! Tell this woman that she doesn't need to stay here. In fact, I'm planning to take her down..."
"Okay, Francis. Before you get upset, hear me out...or at least, let me tell you about my meeting with her for the first time."
"Wait. What? This isn't the time..."
"I was about to give up...until Nelly found me."
To no avail, it seems like she's gonna take a long time telling and despite the urge to stop her talking, I listen eventually for I wonder what did the Demon Princess mean "write my story"...
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Once Suzuki has finished her last sentence, we're all in the same position still. Me and that woman are standing next to each other, but just an arm's length of mine; and she's still sitting down on a leathered chair called sofa.
"So... that's how you two met each other."
"Yes, Francis...if I can call you..."
"Fine, fine, Suzuki. However, it sounds pathetic if you ask me."
"What's pathetic?"
"You..."
I know what I'm about to say is cruel, but given the circumstances, this Suzuki lady is experiencing, she needs some harsh words as a wake-up call. To sum up, I want her to abandon her ideals and her current way of life.
"Running away to a town where nobody knows you is pathetic. I mean think about it. What are you wasting your life like this? Multiple rejections by some publishing company, if that's what you said, telling you: "It's unoriginal."; "We believe you might be sued for plagiarism."; or the worst case of them all: "I think you should consider another realistic job." and yeah! Their words are right."
I hear the Demon Princess is about to protest, but I ignore her as I keep talking my fair advice to Suzuki.
"In fact, if you had listened to them and just stay put, none of this would've happened. Heck! I'm not supposed to be here! I'm supposed to save my world from the Demon Generals yet this Purple Lady behaved this way because of you so it's all your damn fau..."
I've no idea what happened, but I feel a slap across my left cheek. It turns out the Demon Princess is angry...no... More like she's FURIOUS on the despicable words I've spoken. She lowers her gloved right hand down, but I know her infuriating glare is on me."
"Hey, Plank...I know you're not kind, but this...this has gone far enough."
"Ha! Me?! What about you?! You're the one who ran away from my fight challenge to you!!"
"I see. Then, Plank! I can't trust you to change at all. So is this stupid fight with me really worth your life?"
"Yes, Demon Princess! After I slay you, I'll get back somehow to save my world from your evil siblings!!"
"(sigh) It can't be helped, huh..."
Oddly enough, she takes something out from her pocket. A shiny, silver paper is in her gloved right hand already. That thing looks familiar. It nearly blinds my eyes with the room's lights around us. Sounding like a panicked mother, Suzuki gets up immediately as she looks like she knows what this Demon Lady is about to do.
"Wait, Nelly! Why are you accepting his challenge? What's more...I heard the word "slay"... what's going on, Nelly?!"
"Relax, Sensei. We're gonna finish what we've started. I assure you nothing will happen...to me at least."
"Nelly..."
"Alright, Plank! If that's how you feel, I'll crush those negative feelings once and for all."
"Bring it on, you damn Demon..."
Again...before I can finish my sentence, a very bright white light engulfs us both. Once that light fades, I open my eyes to see myself standing in the middle of some deserted gray land.
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