Chapter 8: Interview with a demon
I stared blankly at the table in front of me. There, various spreads of food—cuisine—were laid by one (1) demon girl with six hands coming out of her back and another, more 'normal' looking woman with pinkish skin and small pair of membraned wings.
But even their foreign-looking shape couldn't take my attention away from the table.
Food. Solid, nice-looking food.
How long had it been since I faced such a thing? I had used to tasteless, saltless, hospital food and later, liquid food as my intestinal wall deteriorated. And then I woke up to a broken body that couldn't eat much, that also coincidentally broke because of the forced debt, so I could only eat sparsely.
"Don't eat too much, or your stomach won't be able to handle it," the strangely kind Demon Lord said, seating across the table. "But you can eat whatever you like."
His voice snapped me from the momentarily dazed produced by this *gulp* sumptuous meal that looked as dazzling as the Amrita. Which returned me to the absurdity of the situation.
Instead of answering my question about our whereabouts, he told me to bathe and change, and to go to the adjoining room after. He said he'd answered all my questions regarding our 'contract' there.
And so, after a very nice bath, and changed into very comfortable clothes that were a little bit loose on my body, I walked into the other room and was greeted with this...situation, of two demon girls—that were either servants or waitress depending on where this actually was—filling a fairly large table with delicacies upon delicacies.
The only thing I could do at that point was to wordlessly sit down because if I opened my mouth, I might disgrace the nice clothes with my drool. It was then that I realized how hungry I was, with the accumulated stress and the treatment, and the organ that finally functioning again and demanded to be filled with nutrition.
And of course, with how tantalizing the meal looked and how fragrant they were.
I had thought deep while the meal was being served, about whether it would be right for me to just eat in peace like this. Thought about poison or other strange substances surfacing, and I could see the Demon Lord chuckle when this happened. I thought I was sporting a good poker face, but perhaps it was written all over me?