The Hero’s Mom Is An Executive Of The Demon King Chapter 22
I heard that not only the Demon King-sama but also a few executives will be waiting during the audience, so I decided to prepare pudding for the number of people.
If I’m going to do this, I want to give a good impression not only to the Demon King but to many other demons as well. The first impression is very important.
As expected, a pudding from an entire Dutch oven is not the most elegant, so I asked Shiva to prepare a dozen ceramic cups for me, telling him what shape and size I wanted.
I placed a tea strainer in the cups and gently poured the pudding liquid into them while I thought about it.
Has there ever been a person who has faced the ‘demon king’ without a weapon?
I never imagined that in the future, I would take the pudding with me to my son’s enemy…
You never know what’s going to happen in life.
I decided to make more and try it out since the recipe is a little different from the last time I made it.
I lined a Dutch oven with a cloth, filled it with a couple of inches of water, covered it with aluminium foil and put three cups in it.
The results were a huge success.
The texture was smoother and more melted than last time, and Shiva and Garon, who tasted it, raved about it.
(Okay, this should be good.)
Now lets make the rest of the pudding the same way.
I covered it tightly with aluminium foil to prevent steam from getting inside, so the surface was like a mirror.
”Ah, yes. You said the audience was at night, right? Should I have dinner early?”
“No, nothing out of the ordinary.”
“But we’ll have to move on, won’t we?”
“Really, dont worry”
(…I wonder if it’s okay. I hope I’m not late or anything.)
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After cleaning up dinner, I packed a basket of puddings that had been cooling.
As I was getting ready to go out at any time, Shiva came over and took the basket.
“It looks like you are ready to go. Then let’s go, and be sure not to cause trouble.”
With that, he opened the back door right next to the kitchen.
“….unbelievable. What is this?”
I stood in front of the door.
A beautiful wide space stretched out before me.
The ceiling was arched high above, supported by massive stone pillars. The walls were lit with blue light, and a red carpet in the centre of the floor stretched out to a plush chair that seemed to be a throne at the back. The throne was high up, but it was too dark to see it clearly.
(It looked like something out of a video game.)
The background music of a certain popular game was playing in my brain.
“With permission, I’ve temporarily connected this door to the audience room. Let’s go.”
Shiva stepped into the hall, and I rushed after him.
There was no sign of people (demons) in the hall, only the sound of Shiva’s and my footsteps echoing in the silence.
Garon’s voice sounded from behind me.
I turned around, startled, to see a huge tiger with its fangs bared, ready to pounce on me.
TN : OSH*TTTTT!