The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

It's been four years.

I expected a change of class, but it was once again the same class as the Demon King.

... Well, I had a bad feeling at this point.

The Demon King has a conversation with me, but other humans only think of it as a bug or something.

Therefore, I was with the Demon King in all the divisions: the excursion squad, the cooking internship squad, the sports tripod, the social studies tour squad.

Numerous school events deepened my rapport with the Demon King as I semi-compulsorily screwed up. I don't even want to deepen it.

At least I want to keep my private life alive.... is what I've been hoping for lately.

That day, he was using a cutter knife to produce a pet bottle car during drawing time.

When I was in the middle of class, there was noise in the corner of the classroom. Like my other classmates, I look you in the eye.

"Ugh, the Demon King cut his finger off!

"Hey, Demon King Riddle!

"Sato, come on!"

Under the noise is our demon king Sama, by way of example.

The gaze all over the classroom gathered here at last.

... That's why I don't remember being in such a position.

I don't want you to look at me like you're asking for help until you're in charge.

Now would be the time for the health commissioner.

When do you work? Right now?

That's what the great schoolteacher says.

"Sato, I'm sorry, but take Suzuki to the infirmary."

He begged me to ignore him.

(... man)

I had no choice but to take a seat and go to the Demon King.

Looking down at the Demon King as he sat down, his index finger was scratching. Deeper than I thought.

Red blood falls from the wound and creates a red puddle on the desk.

- Yet the Demon King was watching the blood dripping down fine.

Such an attitude irritates me sexually.

When I quickly tied the wound with my handkerchief, I pulled the Demon King's arm and took him out of the classroom.

Beginning with the Dodgeball case, this has already been the case several times.

The Demon King doesn't care about injuries.

I am indifferent to hurting myself.

He once asked me if it didn't hurt, and I said, "It depends on the pain," so he seems to be in pain.

Yet I don't care.

The Demon King is out of his mind after all.

"Take care of yourself a little bit. You should be watching."

"It hurts more to watch. Don't be patient. When it hurts, say it right. '

Mother told me so courageously.

I didn't care if you got hurt. I told you that over and over again.

If you cared about the injury, that would be a gap and a life saver. I was in that kind of world.

If you were blunt against the wound, you wouldn't have survived.

In that world, that's what was right.

It was a foolish act to be fatally injured worrying about a whisper wound.

- Myself and the Demon King are different.

Even if I thought so, there was a part of me that really overlapped.

The Demon King had out-of-digit self-regenerating power in the first place, and the wound was healing as soon as he cut it, no matter how much.

Even if the blade finally reaches that body, the wound quickly blocks.... that desperate sense of restraint is a bit unforgettable.

Still, it was as good as I could hang up.

With a normal sword, it was also impossible to inflict a single machete wound was the demon king of that world.

The reincarnated demon king is harmless and weak in comparison.

Regardless of your dignified attitude, you're injured right away, you're weak, and you're still being followed around by your superiors and classmates.

It's just a kid.

Tiny, weak, - just human.

The Demon King, who is supposed to be just a human being, has made the most seemingly objectionable objection as he walks down the hallway.

"I say strange things. Those who just watch should feel the pain."

There's nobody in class in the hallway. A voice falls down on him.

I got stuck a long time ago, and then I peeled off.

"It's a matter of mood, of mood."

"Know the pain of others," he said.

"... do you understand?

"Learn from me. Humans are stupid and obscure."

"Don't fool people."

"You can't replace pain with someone else's shoulder. Bullshit."

I'm annoyed.

I was convinced for a moment that it made sense, and to the demon king who said it plainly.

"Even so...!

I grab and hold his wounded hand every handkerchief.

"I'm in pain!

I don't give a shit about reason.

I don't care if the Demon King gets hurt and he's flat.

- I really don't care.

The Demon King is a disgusting rebirth, he's making fun of humans, he's such a shady tach that he can put rabbit shit on a bully's shoe, he's not even familiar with his class at all, he bothers me with his botch, and he looks great at that, and I'm sure he still thinks he's handing me over, and he's not really into it.

But.

I don't think he should be hurt in vain.

I pretend not to see it as I probably deserve it, but I never want it.

(We were reincarnated)

I want to start over here, in this world.

I want to be happy this time.

- Aren't you? Demon King.

"Ouch."

"... oh, wow"

They said I was blushing, and I let go of the hand I was holding in a hurry.

Long live Daisuke, and when he saw me lagging behind, he shouted and laughed at the demon king's throat. Laughing like that makes him more and more vicious. Black rose-like luster, if you can. Evil glow blooming in darkness.

"Well, you don't like my pain."

"Yes, no, that's..."

For some reason, my spine shivered with a smile from the Demon King.

"Love."

I put the demon king down and walked away from the spot at first sight.

- That one goes in, Akan or Tsubaya! and instincts were about to complain.

I didn't realize you were looking at me running away with the eyes of a predator that the Demon King had set his aim for. Later, I should have done everything I could to escape him at this point. That would have made the fate different in the future again...

There is no longer a mediocre future for me when I miss it.