Returned from Another World, Earth Turned Out to Be Quite the Fantasy Too. Also, Losing Heroines, Stop Looking This Way. - V3 Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Interlude – “A Normal Day for These Two?”

In Aomori, Samael — a demon who ran an apple farm while also streaming videos — was staring intently at her old laptop.

“…I need a faster, high-performance computer. Video editing is such a pain. Yeah, a desktop would be perfect.”

Fresh out of the bath, Samael wore gym shorts and a P.E. shirt from a nearby middle school. She was editing videos on the old laptop sitting on the round table.

“…Samael-sama, considering your videos haven’t exactly gone viral, perhaps it’s best to avoid acting like a big-time streamer and buying a new computer, mammon-mammon.”

Mammon, wearing a suit underneath a cooking apron, placed a glass of chilled beer, a dish of cold tofu, and a rolled omelet within easy reach of Samael.

“It’s because you keep going wild in the videos! Everything gets choppy and freezes while I’m editing! I have to redo everything, and I’m losing sleep over this!”

“Mammon-mammon… I never imagined you were actually doing the editing yourself. Even I, your loyal servant, didn’t see that coming.”

“If you didn’t pull out all those ‘demon world facts,’ mention the Seven Deadly Sins, or insult Satan, I wouldn’t have to edit anything!”

“I apologize, mammon-mammon. I never thought the Samael, known far and wide in the demon world, would care about… compliance? You’ve become so calm and composed, mammon-mammon.”

“Hey, did you just say I chickened out?”

“Mammon-mammon.”

“‘Mammon-mammon’ isn’t some magic word you can just use to dodge everything!”

After yelling for a while, Samael chugged her beer in one go.

She let out a small burp— hardly polite, but with only Mammon around, she didn’t care.

“Just so you know, my videos are getting more views! The shorts are doing pretty well too. I’m getting more comments now!”

“Mammon-mammon.”

“Was that a good ‘mammon-mammon’ or a bad one!?”

“By the way, mammon-mammon, how about doing a live stream soon?”

“…No way. It’ll just turn into another ‘mammon-mammon’ disaster.”

“Then what about a fan meetup, mammon-mammon?”

“‘Then’ what!? That’s your idea of a follow-up!? Listen, we’re demons who are supposed to live quietly. We shouldn’t be getting too involved with humans!”

“That’s rich coming from you, Samatan-sama, who’s already streaming videos, mammon-mammon.”

“It was fine before you showed up! I was keeping it low-key! Now look at this —19,999 subscribers! Just one more for 20,000, but no one’s subscribed all morning!”

“…It’s going to take forever to reach a million, mammon-mammon.”

“Wait, you actually remembered that goal?”

“Please don’t call it a ‘goal,’ mammon-mammon! I got a job offer to become a lecturer at our old demon world school, mammon-mammon! If I can’t go back to the demon world, my job prospects are mammon-mammon!”

“A lecturer?”

“Mammon-mammon. Apparently, they’re training video streamers in the demon world now.”

“The demon world’s gotten so peaceful! When we were younger, it was all hardcore fighters!”

“Even Satan’s doing ballroom dancing now, mammon-mammon.”

Samael hung her head in despair.

She decided to believe that the Satan she remembered from her youth was long gone.

“Clinging to the past is something old folks do, mammon-mammon. We should face forward too, mammon-mammon.”

Mammon poured another glass of beer for Samael and cleared the empty dishes. In their place, he set down some asparagus salad he’d harvested that morning and a plate of fried rice, then took off his apron.

“Samael-sama, I’m going out for a bit, mammon-mammon.”

“Huh? You’re heading out?”

“Mammon-mammon. I’ll borrow your car. I’m going with Ako Mamon… to look at the night sky, mammon-mammon.”

“…Mammon, you do realize you’re a demon representing Greed, one of the Seven Deadly Sins, right? Maybe consider your image.”

“I was shocked when I came to the countryside, mammon-mammon! The air is fresh, and the stars are so beautiful, mammon-mammon!”

“Okay, I thought that too! The summer night sky was amazing! And there are even fireflies! But hold on —by ‘car,’ do you mean my old pickup truck? The one all banged up from wild boars and deer? You’re taking a girl star-gazing in that?”

“Mammon-mammon!”

“Wait, isn’t that a bit too much? Hang on, I’ll borrow a foreign car from one of my contacts.”

“Mammon-mammon! No need to worry! It’s not the car that matters —it’s the heart!”

“Why are you suddenly being so cheesy!? I swear, I’m turning into a demon who only does comedy! Give me a break already!”

Without a care for Samael’s words, Mammon tidied up his appearance, twirled the keys to the pickup truck around his finger, and skipped off.

“…I heard a few of Ako-chan’s classmates got into accidents. Wonder who did what.”

As the sound of the pickup truck’s engine faded into the distance, Samael shoveled fried rice into her mouth with a spoon.

“…This is good.”

She made a mental note to feature Ren in a short cooking video for their future streams.

〜〜Afterword〜〜

Mammon-mammon: “The stars are so beautiful tonight—oh no, did I really just say that? How embarrassing, mammon!”

That might just be how things are going.