Uuuu

A frowning Yuria grumbled.

Idiot.

Takes one to know one

Still, how on earth does a hero fail to catch a single goldfish?

That was the reality.

The reason why Yuria was grumbling was because of that goldfish scooping.

From already limited funds, Yuria had spent 20 coins (incidentally, 2 coins per try), but had failed to catch a single one.

Also, that stall was set to artificially low difficulty, as it was originally meant for children.

Looking on this sight the demon king had led the charge himself and completely conquered the pond (He caught all of them with a single paper net.) The stall owner who had turned white as a sheet offered 20 coins to the demon king as a tribute and was returned the goldfish.

And so the final result was the bag with two goldfish in Yurias right hand.

Goldfish have nothing to do with heros after all~ (Yuria)

Gazing at the pouting Yuria, the demon king said,

Really? Then, do you wanna try that next?

Following the demon kings hand, Yuria turned around to another stall.

Where he was pointing was a stall where you shot for prizes with a bow and an headless arrow.

Sure, Im good at archery!

Yuria said with a smile. And looking at this smile, so too, did the demon king smiled.

How good could you possibly be.

Idiot~

Creeak. (Teeth grinding SFX)

A familiar word. But the difference this time was that those words were from Yurias mouth, who was holding a giant stuffed toy in her arms.

I told you! Its because I dont have my glasses!

Pettiness, now excuses! Not much of a man now, are you?(1)

Yuria teased. Her smile had yet to leave her lips. In reality, the demon king had more or less lived with paperwork since his birth, and his eyesight was poor as a result.

In the demon world, he had extremely powerful glasses, but when the sorcerers had summoned him, he hadnt been wearing them. And so, he had been unable to use glasses the entire time.

Of course, there were renowned spectacles shops in the empire, but they were practically worthless to the demon king.

That was why he wasnt going to take part originally, but Yuria had badgered him into this, with the results as shown.

The difference between the demon king, whose accuracy would only fall even further with distance, and Yuria, whose archery was honed in battle, were worlds apart.

Heh heh, Ive found something the demon king cant do!

Somehow, Yuria was feeling much more upbeat.

Looking at Yurias smile, the demon king started to get angry. He felt like hed somehow lost the initative that hed been holding up till now.

Then, should we try that?

Looking at where the demon king was pointing, Yuria smirked.

As. Much. As. You. Want!

That was the declaration that announced the endof the festival.

Mister! Mister! Pleeeaaaseeee!

No, miss! No, ahhh.

Just take them all, damn you!

Ahh M, monster

The gates to hell had opened, and two demons had appeared in the festival.

Of those two, the actual demon smirked and said,

19 matches, 12 wins, 7 losses! Admit your defeat!

Enough already!

Starting with goldfish scooping and archery, the fight that broke out from there engulfed all the stalls in the festival, and every time a new round broke out between the two, many stallholders lost their entire stock of prizes to them.

Next is that one!

The stallholder that Yuria had pointed to turned white.

Very well!

At the demon kings spirited cry, another hellgate opened in front of the stallholder. But, there was a hero that sealed that gate

Scuse me, younguns.

He-hey, that hurts?

Who is?

An elderly man had both the demon king and Yuria by their ears.

Vi, village head!

The stallholder who had narrowly avoided the hellgates grand opening wept tears of gratitude, gazing upon the visage of his hero, the village head.

Theyre still in their honeymoon period, it looks like a fight over something small. Forgive them for me.

At the village heads words, Yurias face reddened and she shouted,

Wh, wh, whose honeymoon!

The paperwork hasnt been filed yet.

Ah, my mistake. So, youre saying you just havent tied the knot yet, is that right?(2)

No way!/Yep, and an oath sworn on the Scales of the Chief God, too~

Yuria glared at the demon king. But glare or not, the demon king was still gleefully smiling.

It wasnt till the head reached his house, i.e. the village heads house, that he finally let go of their ears.

Either way, sure a lovers quarrel every now and then isnt a bad thing, but would you mind not ruining our village festival?

The village head said with his sternest expression.

At his words, Yuria and the demon king said simultaneously,

Eh? What did we ruin?

Im sorry.

Unlike the demon king that had bowed his head, Yuria tilted her head sideways, puzzled, and you could almost see a visible question mark floating over her head.

Youre having a rough time.

I apologize. She cant do housework, is completely useless, and cant read the mood, but shes a good woman.

You talking about me?

Yes, yes. It is a mans duty to endure, after all.

Youre talking about me, arent you!

Haaa but, it really is tiring. Especially her cooking

Its just as well. At least my missus is good at cooking.

Hang on, the two of youre talking shit about me to my face?!

Youre blessed.

IIIIEET!

There was an odd empathy between the village chief and the demon king. And in that kind of mood, Yuria was completely ignored.

Fine, I cant read the mood, cant cook, cant do housework, and I cant farm, either!

Yuria shrieked, storming off.

Ha, good times.

Yes, it really is.

The demon king grinned, then lowered his head.

Im sorry for getting overexcited and interfering with the village. Ill return the prizes here.

No, you won those legitimately, so no need.

No, we really have no need for them. Return them to the stall owners. These kinds of festivals, theyre running a loss on them anyway. Itll be problematic if we sweep all the prizes.

At his words, the village chief nodded his head.

Alright. Well, find her quick. They say when a woman gets angry, it can even snow in summer.

Thank you for your hard work.

As the demon king ran out, a smile spread across the village chiefs face.

These are good times. Good times.

Authors Notes:

Gimme comments! Im all out of reserves!

TLN: More comments, more, more, MOAR!