Entering a Company From Another World!?

Side Himik

It was dark.

It was just dark.

It was just dark around me when it was sealed.

I remember when it was sealed.

I stood up and defended myself to protect the brave from that demon.

A blow fired under powerful magic, a blow that will kill and annihilate if I do everything I can to prevent it, even I, the highest angel.

I infiltrated myself to protect the brave before the attack.

There was no emotion there.

But I sacrificed my body to fulfill the mission that the Lord GOD had told me.

I just did it because I decided I couldn't beat the Demon King without protecting the brave.

That's all.

I travelled with the brave only following the word of the Lord God, who wanted stability in the world.

To be perfectly clear, I was following the brave man's instructions by dividing myself into the job.

Emotions such as love and love do not exist there.

I'm ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ Nice to meet you!

That's why I don't know the name of the brave man.

No, I didn't recognize him.

I didn't want to recognize it.

We angels don't decide whether we like or dislike them because of our appearance, power, or physical strength.

How the soul is, we angels can feel the way the soul is with each sensitivity.

I can feel it at the temperature.

The soul of the brave who was empowered by the Lord GOD and I was to be with him was a cold soul with a sticky feeling from my senses.

From human sensitivity, the face was ready, the smile was gentle, and there was concern in the conversation.

But it looked like a cold slime to me.

Such a presence smiled creepily and only looked like it was stuck with a woman.

The brave man behaved as if he were an accessory to the woman who was traveling with him at the time.

As if embodying it, the woman at the party tended to be a princess, a church saint, a former bandit, or he chose the opposite sex intentionally or by chance.

It was natural for such brave men to eventually have a relationship with them.

The princess sought strength, the Virgin blindly believed in love, and the former bandits kept themselves, and love was nurtured on the basis of different feelings.

I looked at it from a distance.

I thought humans were such creatures.

And, of course, the brave man invited me to do the same.

But I said no.

The relationship between the brave and me is just a relationship of work (business), just to achieve the goal of world peace.

I might have had to offer myself this if I had to, but I didn't have to.

That's why I said no.

That's why I kept calling her by name, by brave men and titles.

That was my line.

In response to my attitude, the brave man spilled the flag and started talking to me more than necessary.

Weather stories, good food stories, beautiful scenery stories, adventures I've played.

I continued to reply indifferently to all of that.

Even if the slime talks to you, even if it's a slime to defeat the Demon King, you don't know how you feel.

In response to my simplistic reaction, the brave man gradually stopped talking to me, and at the end of the journey he began to call me the Iron Mask.

Of course the brave man would never have put me at the party if it had been such a relationship.

In the past, when men's knights and wizards complained about the heroic attitude, the heroes used their power to banish the men.

I wish I had, but my power as an angel amplifies the power of the brave.

The brave man who knew it didn't let me go.

I can't say companions, but I amplify the power of the brave, and the brave wave that power.

Unilateral relationships that are not reciprocal and that only lend power.

The Lord who uses tools and tools, that is the ultimate settled relationship between me and the brave.

As far as I'm concerned, that's good.

It was just an easy position to accomplish my purpose if I did my job.

In the story of the brave men heard from the sisters, there was a more exciting story.

A brave man with temperament similar to the Lord God with enthusiasm like the sun, a brave man with a small but solid pillar, a clumsy and gentle brave man who is twisting but cannot abandon someone, a brave man who has failed but never failed when he is not good at thinking and doing something.

I was somewhat hoping to hear such a sister's story, but when I saw the reality, my heart remained cold to the end.

When did you give up saying something when you saw a brave man who liked to move the world from west to east to north to south and who did not doubt that he was just, even if he complained about an attitude that was too obvious to listen?

I realized that instead of grasping the rope, I had moved on to the task of guiding with bait and waving its power for the peace of the world.

Oh, it was boring.

Oh, I didn't find it rewarding.

All I had in mind was a sense of duty to the job that arose from a sense of impatience that I didn't want to be left out of the presence of a unilaterally empowered person who barely remembered the face that could be called the father who gave birth to me.

Save the village, the brave will be thanked, save the city, the brave will be thanked, and if the country is saved, the brave will be.

The work was repeated and I tried my best before the duel with the Demon King.

I saved the strength of the brave in the battle against the last Guardian to protect the Devil King for the final battle, so I did my best.

I was defeated by that demon.

The brave man who made me useless approached me fortunately to save my life, but I shook my head to the side.

The wounds were fatal if left unattended, but fortunately I was confident in my vitality.

I thought if the magic could be preserved, the hero would not be unconscious to the Demon King. When I told him that I would finish my role here, the hero replied promptly, leaving me on the spot and going to crush the Demon King.

Without dropping it off, I stretched the boundaries with the remaining magic and fell asleep to heal.

I thought that I had finished my role, and I fell asleep thinking that I could take a little weight from my heart.

But the devil's curse was worse than I expected.

It took time to heal and I couldn't get up after I fell asleep.

My life would have run out there by nature.

The monsters who noticed the border would not have waited for the future to be eaten to death or torn apart by the demons.

Or there could have been another possibility.

Among the possibilities, it can be said that the capture of the demons with a strong desire for power was a bad result, but not a bad result.

While asleep, I was sealed with most of my five senses and sealed until I couldn't move.

All I could do was practice magic to keep my body from decaying.

I could not live without constantly tasting the feeling that the magic created by passing the seal would be sucked out, and generating more magic.

That's why I kept producing more magic than being sucked.

I was fine as an angel, even at times when I felt distracted.

I just kept producing magic to survive.

Ten years later, there was outside interference, and I was able to somehow understand what I was doing with my magic and gather information to understand my situation.

So I learned that I had been made into a dungeon core.

It took another decade to interfere with the dungeon, although it was small.

Repeating it for years.

When it was too much trouble for me as an angel to count, I was finally able to interfere with the control system of the dungeon.

It took me a few more years to unseal my seal so that the administrator wouldn't notice.

And finally, I managed to escape the seal.

I couldn't get rid of the seals I was wearing, but in case of need, I thought I should get attacked and forcibly remove them. I defeated the demons who were waiting in front of the room where I was sealed and started wandering around the dungeon.

I was unable to move around quickly because of the seals that sealed most of my senses, and the only way I could escape the dungeon was with my magic detection.

If the magic is suppressed to a certain level of output, you can't shake your full strength.

There was something weighty attached to the limbs and the body was incapable of moving.

The monsters could still be defeated, so I also checked my health and tried to get out by repeatedly defeating them when I was in contact with them.

It was the only salvation that I was able to determine that the monster was approaching the exit due to the weakening of the dungeon.

And I can't see, I can't hear, I can't talk, I don't feel the smell, I don't feel the temperature.

However, while I was grasping the shape of the surroundings and moving around with magic, all I could think about was it.

I think about the significance of my existence and the future.

Returning home was secondary to me at that time.

I was thinking about that in an enemy land called a dungeon, which might kill me, but I had a slightly throwing thought that it might still be okay at that time.

Returning to the Lord God is only vague about his instinct to return.

The instinct diminishes when I think I can entrust my eldest daughter to work for the world again.

I think I have to go home, but I think it would be better if I went home a little slower.

When I was moving around with such thoughts, I decided to fight the demons again.

The number is four, and when you look at me, you have unleashed magic, but there is no way you can break this restraint to that extent, and even if you wear it, you won't get a single wound.

I summoned the Spirit, but in Intermediate level it's the same magic as before.

I was wondering if you could at least summon an advanced officer, but he didn't show up at all.

I thought if I hunted them down, I'd get a stronger attack, but it wasn't magic or anything. Just prepare and release a few balls that just formed magic, and the demons fled.

That would be just fine.

Let me show you out of the dungeon.

You don't have to waste time until you get out.

That's what I'm going to do, and now I'm going to make sure you don't kill me.

The demons are well guided out due to the strength of the monsters.

If you go like this, you'll be able to go out in no time.

With that thought, I felt the magic standing in front of me when I was blowing away the spirit that had attacked me with so much power.

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"Ha. Fantasy promised, but I didn't want to fight honestly."

I felt the magic for a moment, but my thoughts stopped.

A soul with a soft and warm warmth unlike demons and monsters.

From that soul, I felt the reliability of a large tree rooted in the earth without breaking.

I fell in love at first sight.

Finally, the color of the visual soul was lovely.

Just the strength to stand there quietly and support all sorts of people.

Oh, I was drawn to the color of that soul.

"I wonder if we can work this out in a conversation. Angel."

That's all that shook my feelings.

Oh, this seal is crazy, I want to talk to the owner of this soul.

I want to see the face of this soul owner.

I don't feel like I'm talking to you with magic, but I want to hear that voice with my own ears.

What am I supposed to do?

What should I do?

The seals are in the way.

Yeah, I'm in the way.

Shake it with all your might and it'll break?

Funny, if you don't speak up quickly, the owner of the soul in front of you will be gone somewhere.

Oh, I hate that.

I don't like it.

I found out what my sisters were saying.

I understand.

Sisters said brave men and angels go well together.

When I was a brave man, I thought it would be a lie.

Oh, you're my brave man.

I'm in the way.

This seal is in the way.

I used my hands and feet and the weapon I wore to swing it around, but it didn't seem to come off at all.

It may be obvious because it is a product to seal me, but now I resent its performance.

The color of his soul grew stronger when he wanted to remove the seal sooner.

Big big tree.

A large tree that supports everything and soothes it by spreading its leaves from strong light.

Oh, great.

Show me more of that color and look at my soul.

When I realized that I was exposing it, I was enlarging my magic.

I also strengthen my magic to meet his soul.

But he thought it was hostile.

The magic of a weapon comparable to the Holy Sword jumped.

Oh, no.

I don't want to fight you.

No, no, I...

Hardly blocks his attacks with a barrier.

I desperately think I have to do something about it, but I can't think of anything.

Sad.

It is sad to be attacked by the owner of this soul.

And I'm sad that I can't do anything.

As it is, I will be defeated by him.

That's fine, but at least I want to see his face.

With that in mind, he stopped attacking me when I felt my soul standing still without doing anything.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

If you miss this timing, you'll never see it again.

But I can't remove the seal.

I tried desperately to take it off with my incapacitated hands, but I couldn't.

Gradually, I felt his magic over the seal as I tried to prepare for some scratches.

Am I being grabbed now?

His soul cares about me.

You're worried about me.

That alone makes me feel happy.

As it stands, he moves around me and removes the seal from place to place.

And finally, this damn seal was lifted.

Oh, I wonder what he looks like.

I thought I was feeling a feeling that came to mind.

Is that it?

What kind of conversation should I have with him?

He is human from the atmosphere of his soul.

Conversation is mandatory.

That's good, even with me, I want to talk to him.

But for hundreds of years since it was sealed, that brave man was the last to talk to a human.

In the first place, yes. Um, can I call that a conversation that was just conveying information?

There is a different hurry than before.

I can't think of a good plan in any hurry.

While doing so, the seal melts.

Yeah, the first impression is the key.

What do I do, what do I do?

Speaking of which, the former hero was delighted to be called the hero at first.

The man who met his sisters also said that he was pleased to be called a brave man.

Then let's go with the first greeting.

So let them hold each other.

Critical timing when the seal will be removed.

Come on, let's go!

"Good job, brave man, you let me go. Thank you."

"No, you're wrong."

Is that it?

The reaction is different.

I wouldn't be happy to call you a brave man.

Do you rather look disgusting?

I don't know how to say that expression, but it's not that bad.

I'm not very happy with the atmosphere of my soul either.

So... did you cut it out the wrong way?

What should I do?! The first impression was important and I made a mistake.

It's best not to show your anxiety on the surface somehow, and inside, you're in a hurry.

"And for now, let's weave this."

He gave me his cloak while turning away.

The sound of Stone and something falling warms his mind as he quietly receives it.

As it stands, I'm going to try to accompany him, but he won't agree with me.

His presence, which gives the atmosphere that the angel was a disaster, was fresh, but I had trouble coping with it.

Somehow, I appealed and tried to stay together without lying, but it wasn't nice.

That's exactly what I'm talking about.

Didn't I tell you how I feel?

Because I was embarrassed.

So I'm sorry, but I honestly told him another reason.

I knew that he was a Demon King army man, but despite his strange hostility, I didn't feel disgusted, but I thought that if he was there, I would.

That's why.

"All right, I'm going down!

"Why did you come to that conclusion?"

I want to be with you. He turned a blind eye to the words he said with all his heart.

Well, I think that's a rude story, too, but I hope you don't send me that kind of gaze.

And I want you to forgive the reason for this.

It's embarrassing for me to explain this feeling with my first feeling.

After that, I persuaded various people and appealed.

I'm not proud, but I was created from God.

I am confident in my appearance.

Don't tell me you liked him.

"... I can't help it, I'm taking you with me"

"Really!

I think it's better than stickiness.

But I was really glad to hear that word from him.

Together with that, I thought this was the only time.

I wanted to stay with him forever. I took his lips off as a contract.

You don't have to do this if it's true.

It has nothing to do with the Fallen Heaven.

In the first place, Fallen Heaven simply dyes its wings black to show its intention not to obey the Lord God anymore, so it can be easily done simply because it cannot be undone.

I just wanted a connection with him.

My chest was filled with all the thoughts I had.

After that, I had a fist, but it didn't matter to me, who was happy and full.

I thought it might be a bit unsatisfactory and said it was a contract.

And I heard his name.

Giro

The name of my Lord, which I remembered repeatedly and repeatedly.

The mere mention of that name warms my heart slightly.

Then there were many things, and I met the wife of the LORD.

I lost a little of my chest, but my wives also treated me favourably and forgave me to be with the Lord.

There seems to be something we need to do here, but it seems that we should keep up with the Lord's training for a while.

Leave it to me, I'm better at fighting than paperwork!

"Lord!"

"What?

"Why don't you have some baked food after your training?

"I like it. Do you like it?

Ah!

After all, it's the food the Lord promised me first.

This happiness will last forever.