The Devil Is a Part-Timer!, Vol. 3 Read Online Free PDF

Maou’s landlord was over in Indonesia. The cheesecake pin-up massacre had taken place in Hawaii, but she wasn’t soaking up the rays on Bali or anything—instead, for motives and purposes that only Shiba could ever truly understand, she had traveled to the island of Borneo to join some spiritual ceremony held by the local indigenous people.
    Swallowing nervously, Maou dared a peek at the photograph included. There was his landlord, wearing a highly conspicuous gold-and-silver-spangled dress and a broad-rimmed hat with several dozen colorful feathers jabbed into it like a mutant peacock’s rear end. The inch-thick makeup, meanwhile, was a much more familiar sight.
    At that moment, Maou instinctively knew there was no point trying to make contact with her. What happens, happens.
    They survived the summer heat last year AC free, after all. Besides, they now had Urushihara, a walking, talking package of bad debt, pushing upon their budget.
    Maou decided this was God’s way of telling him that just because they had some monetary wiggle room didn’t mean they could bust out the caviar. He did not ask himself why the revelations of an Earth-based deity should take precedence over the Devil King of a wholly unrelated planet.
    “You know, I thought it would be hotter in here, but this apartment gets a pretty good breeze, doesn’t it?”
    “Yeah, I guess that kind of saves all our hides, huh? We got the corner room, so there’s a few more windows than normal.”
    To keep the sun from directly beating down on their room, he had placed bamboo blinds (purchased at the Donkey Hottie shop in Hounancho, the birthplace of Dullahan I). All the windows were wide open, the fan deftly positioned to encourage proper airflow. This rewarded them with a draft, albeit a dank and muggy one. The fact that Villa Rosa Sasazuka wasn’t adjacent to any nearby buildings, but was separated from them by a tiny, bare-earth front yard, no doubt helped.
    “Maouuuu, are we really not gonna buy an AC unit this year?”
    Urushihara, in contrast to Chiho as she enjoyed the summer breeze, had fallen into the depths of hell.
    “I told you, man. We can’t contact the landlord, and we can’t afford to install it anyway. Besides, if we bought some cheapo AC, the electric bill next month would kill me.”
    “Barrrrfffff…”
    “I’m not really a fan of air-conditioning myself.”
    Chiho chimed in as she methodically pecked at her rum-raisin.
    “They have AC in the classrooms at school, but whenever we’re done with gym class or whatever, someone always turns it, like, all the way down. It’s freezing!”
    “Indeed, the greatest achievements of civilization wield the power to destroy all of us. The mere thought of the electricity bill is enough in and of itself to send shivers up my spine!”
    Ashiya voiced his agreement in a way only he could as he enjoyed his green tea ice cream.
    “Yeah, I can totally picture the guy, too. Probably never shutsup, I bet, huh? Then, if you turn up the thermostat at all, he’s probably like ‘Ohhh, it’s so hot, it’s so hot!’ and turns it back down the moment no one’s paying attention.”
    Maou grimaced as he stabbed away at his Cookie Crunch.
    “Yes! Exactly!”
    Chiho nodded eagerly.
    “I’m pretty familiar with guys like that. It’s like their mind’s always short-circuiting on them. They just want to satisfy their urges
right now
without thinking of the consequences. And they’re
always
the biggest loudmouths, too.”
    “Right, right! Wait…”
    “Hmm?”
    Chiho suddenly realized something as she smiled in agreement.
    “How do you know all that, Maou? You didn’t actually go to school in Japan or anything, right?”
    “Nope.”
    “It always seems like we’ve had a lot of the same experiences, but…you know, that’s kinda strange when you think about it, right?”
    “Yeah… I guess, so, maybe.”
    Maou scarfed down the last mouthful of Cookie Crunch. Standing up, he tossed the plastic