The Devil Is a Part-Timer!, Vol. 1 by Satoshi Wagahara Page A

citizen.
    “Right. That should take care of the transfer documentation. Mr. Maou and Mr. Ashiya are waiting in another room, so you can go ahead and leave together. We might need you back here later on if we find out anything, though.”
    “I am
not
leaving with them!”
    Emi snarled at the officer like a caged tiger.
    “Yeahhh, sorry about that. We couldn’t think of anyone else, so…”
    “We truly,
truly
wished to avoid relying upon you for this, but…”
    Maou and Ashiya tried their best to keep it cool near the police station entrance.
    “When that detective showed up at the door, man, we were freaking out. I had no idea they could track down our address from my bike! That’s some pretty killer police work.”
    “And the Hero truly
was
faking her age, too.”
    “Yeah, just like I said, right? You can’t do something like rent a condo if you’re underage—not unless you get some guarantors andyour parents’ approval. I don’t know what kind of trick she pulled off, but I figured she
had
to be registered as an adult, at least twenty years of age. Funny, huh? Usually people round their age
downward
if they want to lie about it.”
    “Indeed. Unless she wanted to buy some beer. Could that be the main motivation, perhaps?”
    “It doesn’t matter!”
    Emi’s sudden shrill scream made Maou and Ashiya cower before her, covering their ears.
    “Why…? Why does it have to be me…?”
    She was shaking with anger at this point.
    “Why do I, the Hero of Ente Isla, have to serve as a personal ID reference for a bunch of demons?!”
    “Sh-Shut up! You’re being too loud!”
    Smiling distractingly at the people staring at them, Maou pushed Emi outside of the station.
    “What do you want from us? I told you, we couldn’t think of anyone else!”
    “I had thought about Ms. Kisaki at MgRonald…but even if my liege
was
the victim here, I feared she would fire him for his issues with the law.”
    “Ahh, I doubt Kisaki’s that kind of manager…but, no, I don’t want to bother her, either.”
    But Emi was singularly uninterested in their excuses. Besides, lending an ear to a demon’s malicious lies would make her a very unworthy Hero.
    “What?! So it’s okay to bother
me
, then?!”
    “Well, hey, it’s the Devil King’s job to bother the Hero, isn’t it?”
    Emi ran a frustrated hand through her hair. He didn’t have to look so
smug
about it!
    “How did you even get my phone number?! You didn’t go snooping through my phone last night, did you?”
    “Of course not! You had to write it down when we got taken to the station last time, remember?”
    “Okay, but…but why did you have to name
me
?!”
    “There was nobody else! What do you want from us? We don’t have any friends, either! Besides, c’mon, we let you sleep over last night.”
    “Nnnnnghhhh!!”
    “Hey, is that your work uniform, by the way? The Hero’s a secretary or something? That’s pretty cool.”
    “Who asked
you
?!”
    Emi ripped the bow tie off her neck, then hung her head in abject shame.
    “Look, calm yourself, Emilia. What kind of Hero acts like that?”
    “I don’t need
you
lecturing me, Alciel! Look at you guys! It’s the start of the month, and your refrigerator’s absolutely barren! They called
you
the greatest strategist of the demon forces! Hah! Don’t you idiots have a budget or anything?!”
    “Urrgh!”
    Alciel fell to the ground, apparently suffering mortal injuries from this brutally accurate verbal strike, groaning something about it not being his fault as he did so.
    “Will you people just take care of yourselves a little more, please?! I had someone making death threats to me over the phone today! And
you’re
being targeted, too, Devil King! Better be careful, you got that?!”
    “What?”
    Ignoring Maou’s question, Emi placed a hand on her hip, puffed up her chest, and pointed a finger straight at him.
    “You
got
that?! I’m warning you, all right?! But don’t you forget this!
I’m
the