Returned from Another World, Earth Turned Out to Be Quite the Fantasy Too. Also, Losing Heroines, Stop Looking This Way. - V3 Chapter 21.5

Side Story: “Isn’t it Mammon?” ①

—Somewhere in Aomori

The second most powerful demon in the underworld, the King of Curses, Samael, who once fought for the title of Satan and the Devil, was now a farming video creator known as Samatan. 

She stared at her social media feed in shock.

“…mammon-mammon is trending?”

No matter how many times she rubbed her eyes, there it was—mammon-mammon was trending. 

Hesitantly, she tapped her smartphone and saw images of Mammon with a great smile and clips of him doing mammon-mammon things posted all over social media.

People were tweeting about mammon-mamon and praising Mammon. For a moment, Samael wondered if she had wandered into another world.

“No wonder my view count has been increasing lately. It’s all because of mammon-mammon!”

It had been a week since Mammon came to Aomori.

He had been uploading videos daily and putting effort into short clips. 

Samael was torn between being happy about the results and lamenting that her channel was being taken over by mammon-mammon. She felt a headache coming on.

She took a demon realm headache medicine called “80% Hatred Headache Relief” with some water and sighed.

“I guess it’s time to seriously deal with mammon-mammon. Maybe I should do farming in a swimsuit—No! What am I thinking? I am a farming video creator! I don’t care about view counts! As long as a few people watch, that’s enough!”

Samael shook her head desperately, trying to banish the inappropriate thoughts from her mind and regain her sanity.

“Let’s calm down for a moment… I’ll feel better after reading Kazutan’s comments.”

Thinking about the kind and sincere boy she had met online and recently in person, Samael let out a sigh of relief.

“Alright! I can still fight!”

Just as Samael was feeling encouraged, she heard a voice.

“Samael-sama! I’m back, mammon-mammon!”

Mammon stood there in a gray suit with rubber boots and work gloves, a polka-dot towel around his neck, his gray hair tied back, and a straw hat on his head. 

This was Mammon, the higher ranking demon who governs the greed, in his farming attire.

“Mammon, you’re a bit late. Did something happen in the fields?”

“Mammon-mammon. Nothing like that. I got caught by the old lady next door. She bombarded me with questions about whether I had a wife, my relationship with you, and if I planned to live here permanently. Mammon-mammon!”

“The old lady next door… Oh, Granny Morita. She’s helped us a lot. Be respectful to her.”

“Hahaha! As the most gentlemanly demon, I, Mammon, would never be disrespectful to a lady! Mammon-mammon!”

“When did you get the title of ‘most gentlemanly demon’? Well, whatever.”

“But the grannies and grandpas in this village are so kind. They not only bring us treats, mammon-mammon, but their kindness really soothes my weary heart.”

“I understand that feeling. It’s a warmth you can’t find in the demon realm.”

In the harsh demon realm, there is some warmth and connection, but it can’t compare to the human world, especially Japan. 

Samael had decided to move here after experiencing human kindness, so she completely agreed with Mammon.

“However, there are some challenges too, mammon-mammon.”

“Did something happen? And you don’t have to force yourself to say ‘mammon-mammon’.”

“Just a while ago, a granny asked me to marry her granddaughter. While I don’t deny that I’m a charming man, it was quite a surprise, mammon-mammon!”

“Both of us look young. I’ve had grandsons and sons introduced to me, but I’m not interested in marriage. I introduced some friends instead.”

“I see, mammon-mammon.”

Chatting about such trivial things, Sammael and Mammon began preparing dinner. 

They gathered around the hearth, adding ingredients to a hanging pot to make a hearty miso pork soup. They also cooked shiny rice in a clay pot, arranged pickled radishes given by the grannies, and grilled yamame fish caught by a nearby grandpa.

They put their hands together and said, “Itadakimasu,” before picking up their chopsticks.

“Since we’re at it, let’s make a short video, mammon-mammon!”

They uploaded a video introducing their dinner, which got a good number of views.

For once, the comments weren’t just about mammon-mammon but also about how delicious the meal looked, which made Sammael feel warm inside.

“Heh. Looks like tomorrow will be a good day.”

Feeling a sense of accomplishment from the video, Sammael ended the day satisfied.

―And the Next Day

“Mammon-chan! This is the granddaughter I mentioned yesterday! Isn’t she a lovely girl?”

“Uh, hello. I’m sorry about my grandmother. I’m Ako Mamon.”

“―W-What!?”

〜〜Afterword〜〜

Ako Mamon is a 17-year-old girl who has been staying at her grandmother’s house for various reasons. There’s one more chapter to come.

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