The Devil Is a Part-Timer!, Vol. 5 Read Online Free PDF Page A

don’t you stick the number in your directory?”
    “Yeah, well, that ain’t the first time he’s tried to palm off crappy tech on us.” Urushihara dejectedly shook his head, eyes fixed upon his computer screen.
    “Wh-what about the news, then?” By Chiho’s judgment, Maou never seemed too far behind at work when it came to current trends and topics. He seemed to have a working knowledge of politics, the latest scandals, sports standings, that sort of thing.
    “Well, we have a PC here ever since Urushihara showed up, so… Plus, they have those video screens at the rail stations with news and stuff, right? I like to hang out at the bookstore magazine rack, too, so keeping up ain’t too hard.”
    “……”
    Chiho, a child of the information age, couldn’t make head or tail of it.
    “Besides, what’s it matter what kinda phone I have? It’s not like I’m missing out on anything, and I’m not planning to upgrade anytime soon, either. But…hmm. We got an HD antenna now, huh?”
    Maou gave a thoughtful look to the antenna hookup, then to the outlet occupied by Urushihara’s computer. He scowled.
    “Hey, Ashiya.”
    “Yes, my liege?”
    “Wanna buy a TV?”
    It almost sounded like Maou was talking to himself.
    “Hahhh?!”
    “Why
that
reaction?” Maou started quizzically at Ashiya, who sounded like someone had run a cheese grater over his throat.
    “I simply reasoned from your conversation, Your Demonic Highness, that you didn’t see the need for one… You stated a moment ago that you needed no television to know the ways of the world. We already have a computer! And the Internet!” Ashiya frantically pointed a finger at Urushihara.
    “Dude, could you stop pointing at me like my computer’s the only reason I deserve to live?”
    “Hmph. I will admit, you are at least capable now of serving food to people. A living, breathing vending machine.”
    “Yeah, see? I had dudes
lining up
for me. Beat that.”
    The conversation between the two was not quite Great Demon General material.
    “I think Alciel has a point, though. I’ve had a TV in my apartment for a while now, but it’s pretty much always off. I watch a few minutes of the morning news, maybe a drama or samurai show at night, then the weather, and that’s about it. I don’t see any major pressing need of one for you guys, just because your landlord installed an antenna.”
    “You aren’t showing Alas Ramus any educational TV or anything?”
    Maou turned to face Emi. She glared back. Alas Ramus, who spent the late afternoon napping in Room 202, was currently fused within her.
    “Oh, what, you forgot already? The show at Tokyo Big-Egg Town? Shows like
Sunflower Street
and cartoons pretty much bombard kids with colors all the time. I don’t want her having another episode, so I’m trying to keep her away from TV as much as possible.”
    “Huh. Gotcha.”
    The live-action ninja-ranger show the three of them watched at Tokyo Big-Egg Town a while back was filled with color-coded warriors of justice bounding around the stage. The experience caused Alas Ramus to have something resembling an epileptic seizure.
    She always had a pretty deep relationship with colorful things. The ninjas, and the enormous tree they somersaulted around, must have reminded her of the great life-giving tree Sephirot and the multihued Sephirah it bore, each governing over a different color and a different aspect of the world.
    As of right now, nobody in the room knew anything about the Sephirot apart from what they heard elsewhere.
    None of them could say for sure that the sacred tree had any lasting effect on Alas Ramus. But after that harrowing incident, Emi tried her best to avoid reminding the child of anything resembling Sephirot as much as possible.
    “Thing is, though…there’s been one time before when I kinda wished I had a TV in here.” Maou’s voice took on a bitter tone as he thumbed through his memory banks. “It was before Chi joined me at the Mag.