He Didn’t Want to Be the Center of Attention, Hence, after Defeating the Demon Lord, He Became Guild Master

"Miralka wanted to protect her. I wanted my mother to praise me for my magic... that's why I joined the Demon King Crusaders."

The answer will not come back. I can see Miralka is patrolling - neither affirmation nor denial can be easily chosen.

"... I'm not a child enough to expect that. That's what I thought... Besides, my relationship with my mother isn't as bad as you think. It's just that we can't live together."

I see. But... maybe Miralka feels responsible. "

"Because of me, your father and mother can't be together anymore... is that what you think?

Miralka says with a calm voice, not weak. But I knew Miralka could say something strong in a gentle tone.

"... that's what I wanted. I don't deserve to be hurt. Father and mother remain married even if they are separated. That's what your father said... because you can be yourself even if you live away. I don't care about anything."

"Well... my parents live like themselves, just like Miralka's parents."

"Yes... your father is really a selfish person. I went to see my mother somewhere I didn't know, and she taught me that without fear."

Do you think that would reassure Miralka?

Keeping in touch so that one day the three of us can talk together again. To do this, Miralka's father seems to be working hard - but...

"The truth is... I can see you anytime. You say you don't qualify, but I don't think so. Except for a prodigal son like me, but a daughter like Miralka would be proud."

I didn't mean to mock myself, I meant to say what I really thought.

I feel that Miralka's signs have only softened her mind.

--Suppose you're laughing at me. I want to leave the darkness where I can't see anything and see it.

"... I'm going to say something so embarrassing. People like you must be called brave people."

"I'll say what I have to say. I don't feel bad about laughing at you now."

The last thing that tied Miralka's heart - Calvin's curse - triggered the feeling of redemption faded.

Confronting your mother. And save Fran. The strong thoughts in Miralka are no longer the weaknesses of someone else.

My spirit, which entered Miralka's heart, slipped out - I held Miralka's sleeping hand.

The sky is already white, and early morning light is coming in through the window. There was a slight dandruff on Miralka's white cheeks sleeping in it.

"...... nh......"

Long lashes tremble and Miralka's eyes open thinly.

Seeing me with those eyes distracts me. And he said with a small voice.

"... you should say thank you. When I think about fighting you... I can't see it from the front."

"I knew Miralka was one of the last people I wanted to fight."

"That sounds ironic... but I can't say anything back now. Even if you come to this place, you're still calm...."

When I touched her heart, I was told that she had come to the world five years ago.

But there was no disturbance, and Miralka put her hand on my hand and gently took it off.

"... we have to get back to the original world. Do you have any idea how to do that?

"I know what to expect. I don't know if I can make it back... but I'm not stuck."

Miralka sees me as measuring my sincerity - nothing, I'm not lying.

She wakes up slowly. And he reached out to me.

"Nh...?

"... you'll have those piercings."

It is also passed on to Miralka. I took out the pierced earrings I had inside my coat and put them in Miralka's hand.

"How did you get this? I don't know who I met on my journey of demon king crusade... but I don't know what to do now."

"Is that... what this is all about? But this piercing....."

"I should be needing something now... but I'm sure there's no seal in this world other than 'this piercing'. I have to give this to Me Five Years Old... or I'll pull your legs."

I don't recall Miralka making magic run wild. Sometimes, however, she destroyed more areas than she thought, or it didn't work as expected.

But after getting these pierced earrings, she never disturbed herself without using her magic well. Then I calmed down a lot, and I was able to talk without being so brave from the middle of the trip.

"I'm counting on you... to fight. You've been watching us all along. That's why we know more about us than we do ourselves."

"No, no... I don't know everything either."

"... why I was being manipulated. You understood why you followed Calvin. Above all, you prevented my magic. If you still don't understand me, I'll have to say it's too modest."

That's what Miralka says - it's unlikely that I understand her better than she does.

Drinking alcohol won't say such a word. However, Miralka said such things that she was afraid to say, so she felt like she wanted to escape.

"... I got your help. Nobody but you can catch my magic."

"... Miralka"

"I'm thankful... I can't think of a way to convey it, it's so annoying."

Surrounded by forests, the area was quiet enough to hear only birds, with few villagers still awake.

Miralka's face became even more red. Still, this time, you won't look away from me.

--But as soon as Miralka closes her eyes, she hears footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Breakfast, customer. If you can wake her up, stay awake."

Miralka looked at the door of the room, then looked at me, blinked - and said something, and then laughed.

"... you seem kind. Dick, did you figure it out while I was asleep?

"Ah, ahh... when I moved near this village, it was late at night. They even hosted us at that time."

The host woman is traveling to other rooms to wake guests. Miralka noticed that she was being dressed in her bedtime clothes and looked at me with a complicated look.

"... I think my clothes were torn, so I can't help but look like my village daughter. I wonder how they got me dressed."

"No... of course not me. I asked the woman just now. I'm sorry while I was asleep."

Explaining this, Miralka breathes reassuringly, but her face remains red.

Then Miralka muttered in a small voice, whether she could hear or not, as if she was ready for something.

"... if you will... I..."

"... Miralka?

"No... it's nothing. I'm late for breakfast, so I have to go early."

Miralka looks at the torn clothes hanging on the wall of the room. I can't wear this, and I have to procure clothes other than sleeping clothes.

"... Dick, were you watching? where I converted my clothes into different colors."

"Ah, ahh... no, I guess I shouldn't have looked too much in the eye."

"Well, that's fine now... it's going to be hard to say what you're asking me to do."

"Eh...?

Miralka points to the window silently against me. He said to keep an eye on the outside.

And Miralka takes the clothes that were hanging on the wall - apparently, they're changing.

"... Miralka, I don't think I can get out with my torn clothes, but what are we gonna do?

"You'll never turn around... how serious are you really?"

"No, no... this kind of thing needs bullying."

I see Miralka laughing again. She approaches from behind... and slaps Tongton and me on the shoulder.

Looking back, I hear. Though I wondered if it was really okay, I turned around ready - and Miralka turned her back on me.

"Eh... Miralka..."

"... you have to apologize for the rainy night. At that time, I was manipulated by Calvin... but sometimes the curse didn't change even after it disappeared."

Clothes torn in battle with me. However, there is no scratch on Miralka's skin.

There was no trace of the red magic on his back. However, hardly any torn clothes can hide the skin.

Don't look directly at me. Miralka herself looks after me when she thinks so.

"... reconstructing clothes, substance conversion. I'm going to try that."

"Material... conversion..."

"There will be a blue costume that I always wear. Those clothes....."

"... is it important?

"Yes, the clothes my mother gave me were re-tailored in the same way."

Five years ago, Miralka was dressed in blue. She wore clothes that were close to her when she was reunited - it was a tailored one.

The precious clothes were turned black. It shows Miralka's choice while being manipulated. It's a secret from my mother.

But that didn't happen. Now Miralka has not given up facing her mother.

"... if I can go back to my old days, I want to go back in those clothes. But to reconstruct, I myself have to convert this garment again."

"I see... I see."

"Okay... really?

"Ah. Reconstructing from destruction is much harder than just using destruction magic... so I'll help you."

The magic of Miralka made me stronger - but now I can imitate Miralka's magic closer to her, making me anxious.

I shouldn't have. Not only will I be able to tailor it to everyone, but I will also be able to tailor it to everyone.

"... let me learn the magic of Miralka. I'm also a teacher of Miralka."

Say such a thing to ease tension. Miralka laughs little and stares at me--waiting for me.

I'll hug Miralka from behind. I thought hesitation would confuse Miralka, but no matter how you touch it, you can't help but be a little stiff.

"... maybe you should drink a little at a time like this."

"That's why my concentration drops....."

"Look, don't whisper in your ears... because your voice sounds different than usual..."

"I'm sorry... but I can't hold my breath. Should I do it differently?"

Miralka shakes her head. Then he laid his hands on my arm, which was circling under his chest, and began to spread the magic team into his clothes.

"... don't look away. Don't make any mistakes... so you can use your magic like you're doing."

"Ah, let me take a closest look...!

--Material Conversion Model White Set (Bikuichi) Clothes Regeneration Team ---

"Nh...!!

The torn black clothing breaks down into fine white light particles - reconstructed into different color costumes.

"Kh... uu... Dick... are you looking at me...?

"It's okay, it's going well... Well, this is how Miralka did it... this magic goes beyond common sense. Whatever it is, it can be rebuilt with the original materials...!

"... stay with me so much... you really are..."

Even without pierced earrings, the way Miralka could control magic - it was very similar in principle to the way I adjusted the magic that was too much for my body.

Yes - everyone who was Sphere's mother helped me adjust my magic. I know how to do it with my body, and I can also adjust the magic of Miralka.

"... when the magic is about to overflow... yes. You can keep it with me. If you increase the capacity little by little, the vessel won't overflow."

Miralka leaves herself with me. She's fighting - no pierced earrings, but she can't help herself.

Her body is hot and full of magic is pouring on me. But on the other hand, when Miralka is able to control her magic, she will let the power she has deposited with me flow into her.

Miralka is growing rapidly. If I could be the trigger for that, I'd be more than happy to hope.

"... Dick... it's okay now... it's okay..."

"... are you sure?

"Yeah... I think the conversion was successful... and magic..."

As Miralka releases her body, she stands on her feet - looking back slowly.

--Returning to the original Miralka.

Substance conversion and reconstruction. Fully accomplished, Miralka stood before me in a blue costume.

"... is there anything wrong?

"No... it's perfect. I thought I might run out of torn fabrics...."

"Even if it tears, it's not like the fabric is gone, so just reconstitute it into the original fiber."

That said, Miralka cares about the back - she seems to be worried about her back.

"... it seems okay. Dick, I'm gonna ask you one favor."

"You want me to check the back. I won't think of anything weird, so let me see."

Miralka walks around in front of me, holding down the hem of the skirt. There's nothing wrong with the back, as far as I can see - but...

She notices the piercing in her hand. It was also the object of Miralka's magic regeneration.

"As usual... I thought so and used magic. I can't believe I made it to Pierce."

Miralka laughs with her ears pierced. Really, she's the best wizard in our Demon King Crusaders.

"... this piercing is what I need at this hour. Dick, we passed this neighborhood five years ago and headed for Elsein, right?

"Ah. Not tonight... if I remember correctly."

"That's right... it's hard to get around. If you hadn't woken me up, I wouldn't have made it."

"This is my first experience, and even if I think about it, I'm going to be confused... but does this mean that it was decided?"

That said, Miralka shrugged her shoulders, put her arms together as usual, and said with a grotesque expression.

"The time that 'we' walked wasn't exactly what it was supposed to be. We chose ourselves and walked this far."

"... I see. Whatever happened, I managed to do it... and I will."

Miralka's eyes moisturize - but she doesn't shed tears.

Give me your hand. I was asked to shake my hand, and there was no reason to refuse - just to be surprised that it would illuminate me.

But when I put out my hand, Miralka didn't hold my hand.

Go further and rush - grab my shoulder and stretch out.

The soft feeling touches your cheeks for a moment. With her hands on my shoulders, Miralka grabbed me with her big eyes and laughed.

"... if everything stays the same, everyone will be in a hurry. Think of this as a warning."

Miralka slightly leaves me and leaves the room first. Before you close the door, you will surely look at me and laugh - with a face that looks really fun.

"What are you looking at? Someone who might be the master of Silver Bottle Pavilion. If you're upset about this, you'll be remembered first."

"Well, first of all... Miralka..."

"... I'm going to keep an eye on you. Don't regret what you made me say."

Patterns and doors are closed. The only thing left of me is to put my hands up and down, which is pathetic.

The word that everyone gets impatient. And I've been watching.

When you can go back to your original time, there are things you have to do. That's why we must return.

While you're doing this, you hear a bang on an empty pot from the bottom of the inn. It seems that breakfast should not get cold - now we have to switch our minds.