Perhaps it was Aleister's arrangement. After Narako's introduction, Eight-cloud Ink found out that most of the shops opened by transmigrators were in School District 7.
Kikumo was the name of Liu Maoxing's Chinese restaurant in Academy City. (Thank you, reader Ling Zhen, for pointing out the mistake. I got the name of the chef wrong.)
The decoration of the shop was also in Chinese style.
"Welcome!"
A waitress in a cheongsam stood at the door.
"It's you?!"
Eight-cloud Ink's eyes widened when he saw the girl in front of him.
He had seen this girl yesterday. She was Sis Cannon's bound girl, Zuotian Ruizi.
"Huh?"
Ruizi raised her head and looked at Eight-cloud Ink when she heard Eight-cloud Ink's voice.
Although her clothes had changed and her hair was shorter, Ruizi recognized her immediately.
"Wow!! It's Ba — Wuwuwuwu! "
Before Ruizi could make a sound, Eight-cloud Ink rushed forward and covered her pink little mouth.
What a joke. The "Attention and Neglect Realm" could only make people ignore her when she did not take the initiative to attract attention. However, if the "Skirt Flipping Demon" made a sound, people would notice her abnormality even if they ignored her.
"Don't shout!"
Eight-cloud Ink moved his head close to Ruizi's ear and said.
Feeling the lilies surrounding her, Ruizi blushed and nodded quickly. It was her first time being so intimate with a member of the opposite sex, even if it was a monster.
"Ugh … My dear, seriously! How could you do this? If my dear is not satisfied, I, Narako, can … Karitikol!!! "
Before the silver-haired girl could finish her sentence, Eight-cloud Ink threw a fork and hit her forehead.
Looking at Narako, who had fallen to the ground and whose eyes had turned into mosquito coils, Kezi's face flushed red. Her small nose became short of breath, and her beautiful red eyes became blurred. Even the corner of her mouth was dripping with saliva.
"Narako … Narako, who has no strength to resist …"
In a sense, this evil girl was even worse than Narako, but she actually showed her love in public!
Tears, who had been released by Eight-cloud Ink, looked at the two strange girls in front of her and laughed dryly.
"I feel like this classmate will become good friends with Shirai-san …"
"Ignore them." Eight-cloud Ink snorted. "Speaking of which, are you working as a waiter here?"
Ruizi suddenly blushed as she glanced at Eight-cloud Ink. She then whispered, "Well, it's not just me. Early Spring is here too. Because she bought a lot of things yesterday, she had to work here to earn money."
"Reap what you sow!"
Eight-cloud Ink, who knew what they were talking about, was also in a dilemma.
"I say, you guys aren't really interested in my, my, my things, right?"
Was it an illusion? Why do I feel like these words sound so evil …
"Student Zuotian, why are you still here — Ah!? It's Yakumo — Wuwuwuwu!!! "
Early Spring, who was also wearing a cheongsam, suddenly walked out with a plate. When she saw Eight-cloud Ink, her eyes lit up. Then, just like before, Eight-cloud Ink covered her mouth.
"Wuwuwu … I'm so happy …"
Early Spring's face suddenly turned red. Smoke came out of her head, and her whole body went soft in Eight-cloud Ink's arms. Her small head even unconsciously rubbed against Eight-cloud Ink's chest.
Hey, girl, do you know that the flower on your head is going to be rubbed off!
⑧
"Really, why are they working here?"
Eight-cloud Ink, who was sitting in the corner with Narako and Katsuko, leaned on the table with her hands, holding her smooth chin, and curled her lips.
"Fortunately, it didn't cause any trouble."
"Crash —"
Early Spring, who was going back and forth in the restaurant, fell down for the 13th time because she was peeking at Eight-cloud Ink. She knocked over the plate in her hand.
Eight-cloud Ink suddenly felt like she was slapped in the face.
"Student Early Spring, if you continue like this, today's salary will be deducted!"
A tall, purple-haired woman walked over and lightly knocked on Early Spring's forehead.
"Wuwuwu …"
Early Spring covered her forehead and looked at the purple-haired woman with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Ishida-senpai …"
The purple-haired woman called Ishida-senpai smiled and squatted down to help Early Spring clean up the plate on the floor.
"I say, what happened to you just now? Why were you so flustered?"
"Hehe, innocent baby, Early Spring is obviously in love!"
Tears, who was walking by with a plate, said with a smile.
"That's not it!"
Early Spring waved her small fist and retorted. Then, she secretly looked at Eight-cloud Ink's direction.
Ishida, who noticed Early Spring's gaze, turned his head. When he saw Eight-cloud Ink, his eyes lit up, and then a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.
"What a beautiful boy!"
Ishida walked to Eight-cloud Ink's side and handed over the menu.
"You haven't ordered yet, right? Take a look and see what you want. Speaking of which, this little brother, have we met somewhere before? "
"It's an illusion."
Eight-cloud Ink took the menu from the purple-haired woman without any expression and looked down to check it.
"Hmph!"
On the other side, Narako, who first glanced at the purple-haired woman's proud chest, then frowned and ran from Eight-cloud Ink to his side. She stretched out her arms and tightly hugged Eight-cloud Ink's arm, pressing her petite chest tightly against it.
Narako, who had been playing PSP games with her head down, looked up in confusion. After glancing at Ishida, she immediately lowered her head and continued playing PSP.
"What a despicable amount of breast."
Narako's pink lips squeezed out such a sentence.
Early Spring, who had finished cleaning up the plate on the floor, looked up and saw Narako, who was tightly hugging Eight-cloud Ink's arm. She was stunned, then quickly turned to stone in Tears' eyes.
"How, how could …"
"Hey! Early Spring, Early Spring! Pull yourself together! "
With a "crash", the plate that she had painstakingly cleaned up fell to the ground again.
⑧
"These are the dishes that the three of you ordered!"
The person who served Yakumo and the other two wasn't Uiharu, nor was it the purple-haired lady called Ishida. Instead, it was the Skirt Flipping Maniac.
After serving the dishes, Tears took out a notebook from behind her and handed a pen to Eight-cloud Ink.
"Um, can I have your autograph?"
Looking at the girl's standard expression of a fan meeting their idol, Eight-cloud Ink awkwardly took the pen and notebook and wrote his name.
"Huh!? What language is this? "
Tears, who happily took the notebook, saw the words that she did not recognize, and a string of question marks appeared above her head.
Only then did Yakumo realize that she had subconsciously written the demonic language.
Although some demons relied on the fear of humans to obtain power, there were still many demons that could completely exist independently.
Therefore, the history of demons was much longer than the history of human civilization.
With such a long history, it was not strange for demons to have their own language.
Originally, this language was not circulated among demons, but after the establishment of Fantasy Village, this language gradually became the language that most demons and even other non-human races in Fantasy Village used.
For example, every issue of "Wen Wen". "News" was printed in this language.
Even the humans living in Fantasy Village had mastered this language.
"Oh? This is demon language, the language of demons. Do you need me to use your language to write it again? "
Eight-cloud Ink thought about it and said to Tears.
"Dear, how can you do this!"
Narako on the side suddenly began to throw a tantrum.
Narako, who was pressing her whole body forward, hugged Eight-cloud Ink's arm with both hands and rubbed her small face against Eight-cloud Ink's face.
"I also want your autograph, dear. Just sign on my body!"
"You're so bad!"
A shadow flashed by, and a fork and knife attacked.
“Tliakuota！！！”
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