Travels of a Foolish Devil’s Slave

Courtesy, duty, and patience.

A person must have these three things.

This is something my father used to say.

Whenever alcohol was involved, the meaning was always explained.

‘Courtesy is a social skill that must be shown to others and is what distinguishes humans from beasts.’

‘Dori is the sunny path that a person should walk.’

‘Patience is the bitterest medicine that makes a person mature and strong.’

‘Anything other than that is incidental and not essential to life.’

Some may say it’s a bullshit philosophy, but I think it’s correct. Because my father was my giant.

Those words became my lifestyle.

I have always lived by that old legend.

But now I have thrown all that away and am here.

My father would curse me, calling me a stray animal.

My mother would yell at me. Stop. But what to do? For the first time in my life, there was something more fearful than death.

“I would like to do the deal you suggested.”

But nothing happened.

Isn’t this it?

“Hey…?”

─That moment.

Before I knew it, I was sitting on a soft chair.

There was a man in a neat suit sitting in front of me, with a small round table in front of me.

“I’m glad to see you again.”

He was such a beautiful sculpture that it made my heart ache even to see it as a man. Like a devil.

Of course, he was actually a devil.

The devil is smiling at me.

Looking at his polite appearance, he seems more like a person than a devil.

It’s still confusing, but he introduced himself as the devil.

This is my second consultation.

I’ve seen this place twice, but no matter how much I look around, I don’t understand it.

There was nothing around.

There are no walls, no floor, no ceiling, no sun, no moon. It’s just pitch black. Still, the furniture and the devil were clearly visible.

I don’t even know how I’m sitting here when there’s no floor.

I put my feet on the bare floor because it felt like a magic gimmick.