I Reincarnated as a Losing Heroine, the Hero’s Childhood Friend Who Lost to the Main Heroine, so I Switched Jobs to Alchemist

- The next morning. By the time I woke up, Arnold was already out of the mansion.

It was Emiliana and the other one who greeted me at the table in a hurry to get to work early in the morning. Mr. Alec - It wasn't Mr. Vilma, one of the regulators affiliated with the Platonovena branch.

She smiled when she saw my face and explained, "Arnold was taken by Mr. Alec and left early in the morning".

Mr. Alec took me out. From those words, probably.

"Demon Crusade, is it?

"No, it's a patrol."

I haven't heard that story. From Arnold, of course, Mr. Alec made no such remarks at all at the dinner table last night, etc.

Maybe it was sudden, I think. Did a bunch of demons show up near the city last night or early in the morning and go on patrol?

Turning her gaze to Mr. Emiliana with confusion, she smiled with regret as she looked bloody blue. Seeing that look on his face, he realizes that he must be showing Alec himself.

It's okay, I couldn't say. So I just smiled and nodded.

This city, Platonovena, is under constant attack by demons. Though patrolling, there will be a great chance of encountering demons. It becomes a metaphorical expression, but the Platonovena region is a region to visit at the end of the game. So, naturally, the demons should be strong, too. If you encounter one or two of the injuries, no, in the worst case...

Two, Vake's face floated in the back of his brain.

He lost his right eye. If I stood around this way well, that future could have been changed. The regret grows every time I remember.

I haven't been able to see Vake yet. When I return from this business trip, I want to visit you. No, I have to go.

- Laura, what kind of relationship are you with Arnold?

I blinked repeatedly several times at the question that was suddenly thrown between my thoughts.

Mr. Vilma looks at me, completely solidified, and opens his mouth again as he deepens his grin.

"No, what. Arnold seems to be buying a lot about you."

Mr. Vilma had his eyes narrowed with great pleasure.

I remembered the curiosity eyes that were directed at me. What came up in my brain was my head boss in toys.

I swallowed a sigh that was about to spill and then swallowed a bite of soup as well before slowly opening my mouth.

"Whatever relationship they say... I'm a senior. I've seen you several times before I became a King's cook... but nothing else"

Both Mr Caspel and Mr Vilma wonder why they ask me this.

I did set the same goal for the Elvira thing, but that's why I don't even think this is how I got along with him. Only seniors and juniors, rather more distances are always between us.

From the edge, that doesn't mean we look particularly close. We don't do this together unless we're driven by minimal conversation and action. As much as I think about it, I only doubt it.

"Has Mr. Vilma known Mr. Arnold for a long time?

Ask Mr Vilma to try to divert himself from the topic somehow. On her first visit to Platonovena, she and Arnolt had a conversation, as they had known each other for a long time.

To my doubt, Mr. Vilma nodded, oh.

"I was Arnold and Lina's educator."

In unexpected reply, I accidentally placed the bread in my hand on a plate. And then get up slightly and wait for the next word.

"That was a busy kid. I don't listen to seniors' advice, not even Nicole!... oh, I guess that was still the case"

Mr. Vilma finally makes me give him a mouthful. I laughed unexpectedly, too.

Arnold in his apprenticeship - Arnold when he was 14 - I know only a little too. Anyway, I accompanied the King's cook to the exam.

I thought it was something that was long gone at the time, but apparently that was the same before seniors. He's a man who doesn't live up to expectations in a way.

It reminds me of Arnold's face, which is a little younger than it is now.

"But I've been working twice as hard on people. Arnold is referred to around as a genius, and although I do think that's true, he made considerable efforts. I'm sure it still is."

It was a very gentle voice. Even though his voice and tone were different, he was somewhere like a reminder of Mr. Merzedes, a voice full of charity.

Mr. Vilma had straight eyes and was looking at me. Teasing me, I feel uncomfortable in those eyes that don't deceive me, and I accidentally look away from them.

"... why are you telling me such a story?

"I thought genius and genius might be the only ones who could understand it."

Genius, genius.

I felt the shadow of a certain person in the choice of words that came out of Mr. Vilma's mouth.

"... Mr. Caspel blew something into you?

"You're right."

I drop my shoulder disappointingly to Mr. Vilma, who nodded without hesitation. I don't know what connection there is between Mr. Vilma and Mr. Caspel, but apparently he blew in the extra.

"Well, it's time to go"

Mr. Vilma took a seat, smiling sorry for me with a sloppy expression. I follow that, too. Then Ms. Emiliana stood up, "I'll drop you off at the front door," too.

Walk down a wide hallway, past a large front door and wave back to Mr. Emiliana, who waves loudly in front of the gate. There's no way. I walked out with a chat, and just look at me. I can almost see a splendid branch, and so on, that's when I got here.

A woman's scream split her eardrum.

"Scream......!?

Looking back at those who spoke. Probably near the town entrance.

Try to find the reason for the sudden scream with your head spinning full on its own. No, that didn't have to happen. The answer is almost, there is only one.

- Demonic raid.

Mr. Vilma grabbed my arm. It was as powerful as pulling me back, unable to move as my feet had been sewn to the ground by fear.

"A demon!

There was a man's voice right around the corner.

- It's a demon.

The words scratch my head. Anyway, we should keep ourselves safe, and I looked around.

Yesterday, those soldiers who caught my eye were somewhat neglected. I thought maybe one soldier ran through in a certain direction. Perhaps there are demons in that direction. That direction is exactly beyond what we were trying to make our way. There's a branch.

If so, should we escape in the opposite direction anyway?

Even as we do this, the screams are getting closer and closer. That's not all - the demon roar, too, was getting closer.

I grabbed Mr. Vilma's arm, now from myself. And I tried to run out - but Mr. Vilma stomped on the spot all the time and shook my hand off.

I look back in panic. Mr. Vilma had a Rin look, driven by a sense of purpose.

"There must be an injured person, we have to deliver the recovery pills!

I see. I was proud to say that the judgment was the most suitable for this occasion right now as a King's cook. But as one woman, it's too dangerous. Where she's headed now, there's probably a demon.

I ran out recklessly trying to chase away my back. Did the feeling of taking Mr. Vilma to a safe place take a sober decision from me? On my not so small back, when I could bring him right back if I chased him, my feet moved naturally as if “I had to”.

- Most importantly, I had a bad feeling. On her back, the shadow of Vake, which she wasn't supposed to have seen that day, somehow overlapped.

What a stupid imitation you've made. It was best for the two of us to go back to the mansion. I should have re-grabbed Mr. Vilma's hand then.

- I noticed that when I heard the roar of the beast from behind this, again stupidly.

When was it turned behind? A beast-shaped demon with medium but sharp fangs was staring at this one.

"- Run!

I wonder where it came from, two soldiers headed for the demon. But I'm stunned. Guh, and seeing how it was rounded up to shelter the wound, I reassured him that he was not dead.

It's also been a while since I realize that the eyes of a connected beast take me for a prey. My spine was frozen and my legs couldn't move because I had to run away.

- Oh, this, dies.

To that feeling, my brain also remembered six years ago for swallowing. Lukersch woke up to the power of the brave, and at the same time “I” woke up, that day.

Yeah, that was when I was only 8. Has it been 6 years? Since then, I've been desperate to get out of the village so as not to be a losing heroine, in pursuit of the King's formula.

The smile of his parents, the smile of Lukersch, the smile of his master, the smile of the people of Emme's village, comes back to his brain. I can remember the days I spent more clearly, and, oh, I thought this was the one called a running horse lamp or what an idiot.

Is Laura Ampere in this world destined to be eaten and killed by demons without hesitation here? Do you mean that the childhood tampering of a brave man who does not fall in love with a brave man is unnecessary in this world - "last brave"?

At least since I solved the Elvira case, no. More to the point, I wanted to see Lukersch save this world.

haha, and a dry grin on my mouth.

The demon in front of me slowly approached me in slow motion, and that was a moment that I could even feel forever.

Lukersch's scream comes back to the eardrum that day. I'm sure it will grieve him. Oh, well, let's hope the childhood death doesn't break the heart of the sweet brave man.

I lay my eyes down. Imagining the demonic fangs piercing his body, he shrunk himself down.

"Ampere -!"

Chop the tympanic membrane, that voice.

I felt a terrible fever, like something burned with my nose tip. Together, the heat seemed to burn my face.

Dosari, and some kind of chunk falls to the ground. If I opened my eyelids wondering about the sound and the pain I would never visit, the demon that had fangs against me would have burned black in front of me.

- Why not?

Doubts arise before joy.

Looking down at the briskly scorched chunks of meat, I felt signs of people all the time. If you look up without force,

"... are you all right"

There was Arnold staring at this one out of breath, sheltering his right arm.