Epilogue: Too Strong, so the Demon King Wants a Piece
WE knew we wouldn’t reach the next town by the end of the day, so we set up camp for the night instead. Being covered in sweat, I feel a bit gross, so I take some boiled water and a cloth to a stump away from the bonfire Kazuya’s stoking, blocked from his view by trees. I sit on the stump and wipe the dirt off my body, but I can’t think straight.
I mean, me and Kazuya, we kissed! Not only that, but on the l-l-lips! And not a chaste kiss like you see in American sitcoms! Ugh, it’s messing with my head. It’s all I’ve thought of the whole day, ever since it happened.
I’m supposed to think of Kazuya as my little brother. And yet… I murmur how I feel to the night sky. “I was okay with it.”
Which means that I feel, I dunno, a little nervous camping alone with him. B-because of the kiss. We both acted awkwardly after it and could hardly look each other in the face while trudging to this grove.
We barely said a word to each other, either—Well, that’s not exactly true. I had a feeling Kazuya was trying to talk to me, but it went in one ear and out the other.
Because we kissed! WE KISSED!
And not on the forehead or cheek! Right smack on the lips!
Are you telling me Kazuya likes me? Like, y’know, in the romantic sense. So much happened today with Luke and everything, but ever since the kiss, all I can think about is Kazuya—
“You, woman. Have you seen someone strong around here?”
My head snaps up at the interruption. “Wh-who are you?!”
There’s a brawny guy standing a few feet in front of me, staring down at me. No, wait, maybe not a ‘guy’. I can see the color of his eyes even in the dim twilight. They’re as red as flames. Are they shining? Hey, are those horns on his head?
I was so wrapped up in thinking about Kazuya that I didn’t notice someone sneaking up on me!