The Greatest Demon Lord Is Reborn as a Typical Nobody - Volume 6 - Chapter Aft

AFTERWORD

It’s been a while. It’s me, Myojin Katou.

I imagine it’ll be the dead of winter by the time this volume is in your hands. I personally love winter. I’m terrible with the heat but great with the cold, so I don’t even turn on the heater, which means my electric bill goes way down. Plus, ’tis the season for delicious hot pot. There’s always the chance I’ll get sick of it, since I have it so often.

Best of all…

There’s not a bug in sight.

I hate to brag, but I’m the world’s biggest insect hater.

I had the worst time last summer. I’ll never forget what happened in July.

It was night, hot and sticky. The darn things were out in full force, and for the first time in a while, I found one in my room. It was smallish. If you were immune to bugs, you might laugh it off and ignore it.

Being the wimp that I am, I screamed like a beaver when I saw it. “Aaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Thus began a battle between me and the pesky thing that lasted well into the night. It was a very quiet war, I assure you.

The bug was small, but not microscopic. It was the buzzing type, but this particular specimen could fly around without a sound. So once I lost track of it, I couldn’t try and listen to find it again.

In this most awful of situations, I stealthily snuck up on the insect, my eyes shooting daggers at it. Slow and steady so as not to startle it, I took hold of the bug spray in the corner—a permanent fixture in my room…and sprayed like there was no tomorrow. My aim was perfect, and I hit its entire body. I was sure I’d done it in, but…

“Aaaaaaaah?!” It charged straight at my face as if it didn’t feel a thing. I dodged my foe’s ambush. It had some weird power of rejuvenation! Since it didn’t make a sound, I instantly lost sight of it again.

By that point, it was already three AM. I should have been getting sleep, so I could make good progress on my manuscript the next day, but I knew I would get no rest with an enemy lurking in the shadows.

I looked for the little bugger. I was sweating like crazy, and my eyes were bloodshot. I grabbed an extra can of bug spray.

“There you are! I got you now!”

Like one of the black team members in Predator (his name is completely slipping my mind at the moment), I sprayed, screaming bloody murder. I only used one can at first. Now, I was armed with two. This little jerk had no choice but to fall to my Double Spray Kill.

But it lived on and writhed in agony on the cold, hard earth.

There was no room for mercy. With a Final Spray Splash, I finished the job and won the battle. I sighed as I wiped the sweat from my brow and smiled with a sense of accomplishment.

I was drunk on the sweet taste of victory—but then I suddenly realized…

The worst was yet to come.

“…How should I get rid of it?”

The curtain once again rose on my late-night battle—

I’d like to take some time to offer some words of acknowledgement.

So many people helped me bring this volume to life, including Sao Mizuno, who has gifted us with such wonderful illustrations. There are no words to express my gratitude.

Furthermore, I would like to give a most heartfelt “thank you” to you for picking up this book. I hope we can meet again in the next one!

Myojin Katou