015: Chapter 1 ~ Tell Me, How to Burn Off Stress ①

Noon the Next Day

“Your order is being delivered!” Myaha

“Hmm, you’ve done a great job.” Allen

Around the end of lunchtime, Myaha cheerfully knocked on the front door. She had brought along a lot of packages, which she carried into the living room.

She’s brought along a small cloth bag and a large rectangular wood box, it’s large enough to hold an adult person. It was a large load, but Myaha isn’t sweating or breathing hard. She looks justifiably proud of her delivery.

Myaha hands the bag to a waiting Charlotte, it seems they’re specific items she had requested.

“Here you go, these are the daily necessities Charlotte requested.” Myaha

“Oh, thank you” Charlotte says as she takes it quickly.

It seems that Myaha was now calling Charlotte by her name instead of Ms. Maid, not that Charlotte realized it. Allen hopes this was a good sign.

“So these are the items ordered by the Demon King.” Myaha

“Thanks, well, let’s see…” Allen

The large wooden box is placed in front of Allen, it’s a large as a coffin, the dimensions are close enough it could serve as one in a pinch. Charlotte seems interested in the items the box holds, she’s trying to peek, but Allen quickly closes the lid. He wants to hide the present until the time is right.

“Hmm, it looks to be in order. Then this is the payment for this order.” Allen

“I’ll check it then. Hey, umm, what’s with the amount?” Myaha asks with a side-cocked head.

“This is a more than the cost, let me prepare some cheese.” Myaha

“Don’t worry about it. It’s a tip for the delivery. Enjoy it.” Allen

“Nyaa, nyaa! You’re a generous Demon Lord! Thank you!” Myaha smiles as she puts the extra silver coin into her pocket.

It’s a large tip for a delivery, but a cheap price for hush money to keep Charlotte safe. As Allen puts away his wallet, Myaha stares at the wooden box.

“So… what are you going to do with it, Demon King?” Myaha

“Obviously, it’s going to get used.” Allen

“Well, is that one of your hobbies?” Myaha

“No, not for me. Charlotte will use it.” Allen explains as he taps Charlotte’s shoulder.

“Huh? Am I?” Charlotte asks as her eyes expand in surprise.

“Hmm, Charlotte is surprisingly athletic.” Myaha

“What in the world did you buy?” Charlotte

“Don’t act too surprised…” Allen says as he snaps his fingers.

“I’ll try to act with the right amount of surprise…” Charlotte

The wooden box breaks apart with a popping sound, in the midst of the scattered pieces of wood, what will the contents be?

“A Sandbag?” Charlotte

“Indeed!” Allen

Even though Charlotte looks embarrassed, Allen acts proud. He purchased a literal punching bag and a metal pole to hang it on. It’s sports equipment usually used for boxing practice.

“Well, I’m glad they were able to deliver this sort of thing, I wasn’t sure the Satyr Shipping Company was up to it. Keep up the good work!” Allen

“Of course, leave it to us! I’ll make sure to give great service to the Demon Lord!” Myaha

“No, no… please wait.” Charlotte interrupts Allen and Myaha.

She seems mystified, she keeps looking between Allen and the punching bag.

“Why would I use this? Oh, do I need to do more exercising?” Charlotte

“Close, but not quite.” Allen

Allen punctuates his words by hitting the punching bag.

“This is the naughty activity for today!” Allen

“Oh, that’s interesting?” Charlotte

Myaha turns her attention to Allen.

“What? What do you mean? Is this some sort of play thing?” Myaha

“No, just let me explain.” Allen

As Allen quickly explains Charlotte’s situation, Myaha shakes her head with a bitter expression.

“Mr. Demon Lord, you have such an odd choice of words… Why are you saying that about hitting a punching bag?” Myaha

“Well, it’s about this sort of exercise.” Allen states as he pulls out a newspaper clipping.

He then sticks it on the punching bag, and shows it off like it’s a game show prize.

“Now, it’s time to relieve some stress! Punch this guy with all your might!” Allen

“What?” Charlotte asks in a frenzied tone.

Allen has put a newspaper photo of a stern middle-aged man and a young man with an austere expression on the punching bag. It was her father and her ex-fiancé.

Translation

Good Job!

Do Better!

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FFS!

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