The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

It's been five years.

It's the same class as the Demon King again.

It just seems like a school conspiracy anymore.

I'll appeal to the Board of Education.

Uchi makes fun of my friend Uchimura for laughing.

"How about something like that? You're happy, aren't you?

"Huh? Why would I be happy?

I don't know what that means.

This is my first time in the same class, but Uchi and I have known each other a long time since we were in preschool.

I live in the same Corporation, by the way.

It's called childhood taming.

The personality to say things that are difficult to say in a good way, but there is no back.

He was the easy type for me to hang out with. The belly-black man enjoyed himself well enough in his previous life. No more belly searches with people close to you. In this world we seek simple and lucid relationships.

"I think it's a good combination between freaks."

Uchi is childhood friendly, so he knows a lot of anecdotes about my past.

Even in the past, of course, we're not talking about previous lives. It's about the time I went to nursery school. It's a top secret that I haven't even taught anyone about in my previous life, my mother.

After I went up to elementary school, I also learned to fit around, but when I was in preschool,... well, I was pretty sober.

I climbed to the top of a tree in the garden (I wanted to grasp the structure of the entire garden), caught a mole with my bare hands in a field in the garden (I tried to feed it because I peeked my face out of the hole), spoke inadvertently in the words of my previous life (it was Japanese muzzled), beat the toddler in the play as the Demon King with a cardboard sword and made him cry (he reacted to the Demon King with a conditional reflex),... and so on. Uchi was one of the few who knew the black history of my childhood.

"Don't worry. Because I'm your friend even if you're a faggot."

From the teasing tone, I almost blew out the milk I was about to drink against Uchi's face, who smiled and made a bomb statement. I've been aiming. It's time. Absolutely. Uchi, he'll do it.

It is currently lunch time.

It is recommended as part of communicative education for five or six people to make an island and eat with a desk for each class. By the way, the division of squads is compulsory between those close to the seats, so they are separate from the Demon King. The Demon King eats properly on the next island. He's still a thin food guy.

I gently wiped the dripping milk from my mouth with the back of my hand and questioned Uchi, who crunched the roll pan, for his disturbing remarks earlier.

"... what a faggot"

"Muggle, ho ho ho fu fu"

"Swallow quickly. I don't know what you're talking about. Come on, now."

Uchi moans as he thrust the end of the bread that is popping out of his mouth into it, black-and-white his eyes.

"Hiya, Cookie, I thought you were gonna die"

Uchi, who finally swallowed the bread, caught me in tears. Do you know that? This is not the place to eat. I have a very bad feeling about it. Oh, by the way, that's my nickname for cookie. Uchi is the only one who calls me that. Cookie in Sho. Yeah, it's dull.

"If you don't want to die, explain it immediately and immediately."

"My eyes are so serious, Cookie..."

"I'm a faggot."

"Huh? No way from there?

"I know about faggots. You know, a guy likes a guy, right?

The male family was also in the previous life. I was different, but I wasn't prejudiced because I was among them.

I'm not prejudiced, - except when it comes down to me.

"There's been a rumor that you and the Demon King are deceiving."

"Ho, where who and who dequitelutte?

"So scared. Eh...! Don't be serious. That's not what I'm saying. Shit."

"If you're the source of the rumor, bury it on the ground and sink it against the trees into the Pacific Ocean."

"That's because just one of any of them would normally die...!

Uchi, who knew my preschool days, who was a wild child, explained in a slight hurry that it was not me. He felt a personal danger. I have a pretty good idea.

"Approximate rumors I heard, too. Are you sure?

The girl in the neighbor's seat shined her eyes and joined the story.... I've been listening to you a lot.

"It's practically rootless. - Why do I have to be waxed like that with him..."

"Huh? 'Cause we're good friends, right?"

"It's not good. Where are you looking?"

"Where..."

"Demon King"

"That doesn't exist."

"- No, no, no, no. Cookie, let's admit it already."

"Demon King, you're beautiful, you're fine"

"Beautiful, isn't he?"

"It's alright. The girls in my class are on my side...!

"I don't need that..."

"My Raw BL is a little famous."

"Yes, it was diffused in SNS last year, wasn't it? If my mom did it, she'd get excited and ask me about the Demon King."

"Neither we nor we"

Even my mom. Oh, my God. Always this guy...

"... rotten"

"That's because there are so many girls I like"

You look happy about that, too. Are you the killer?

"Why did such a dem flow..."

Groaning in the mood to hold his head, he was just thrust into the same squad of guys, "Because it's Demon King stuff". Damn, you're breathing, you guys. It's annoying.

Ever since the Demon King transferred to school, my mediocre school life has been eroded by the Demon King day after day, and I am now completely put in the care position of the Demon King.

"You have no choice. You're the only one who communicates properly."

"Sato-kun is the only one who can find the demon king who skips class."

"Even if you ignore the teachers' instructions, I'll listen to you once and for all."

Since about the end of last year, the Demon King has just gotten a little out of class.

When I was gone the first time, it was the end of my luck that I accidentally found it on.

I wish I had left you alone, but it was bad that I sympathized with the way the teacher was horny.

I brought the guy back to the classroom who slept round like a cat in the corner of the library. I was much appreciated, but - just more work after that doesn't suit me at all.

"Hey Demon King, the Demon King has been taken again in six years."

"Sato, excuse me... can you find Suzuki instead?

"The demon king fell down the stairs."

"Sato needs to work with Suzuki."

It was just every day that I was driven out and treated as a pair.

For some reason, the Demon King listens to my words, so things never change.

It's a vicious cycle.

Completely, "Leave the demon king to Sato," it's a stream like that.

That's crazy.

... How did this happen?

He's got a bad attitude, too.

Talking to me is cold with the rest of them.

Do you ignore, take a look down, or mock (bruise)?

I don't see any desire to break it down.

(- Maybe you don't like humans.)

Somehow, I've been starting to think so lately.

In fact, not all of the demons hated humans.

Some of them were friendly, and some species were defending neutrality.

He was interested in humans and he had a weird approach.

But the Demon King seemed reluctant to forgive the very existence of man in a dimension different from that of good and evil.

I'm still a compatriot to him, though I'm admitted to exist...

(If I ever find out who I am, I don't know.)

There is something like an indelible obsession, although guilt and the like do not gush because the guy who misunderstands at will is bad.

It was me who totally lost my appetite, but I tried to eat it by forcing myself to scratch it in my mouth without leaving me lunch like a demon king.

(... you said you were deadbeat)

When you take a deep sigh at the makeover, the dishes are cleaned up and you give the Demon King a glimpse.

But he wasn't already in his seat.

Most only have leftover dishes on their desks.

... it had always been my job to clean that up.

"I wish I could run away"

I don't have any more buddies who once said that and laughed.

"Defeat the Demon King and triumph."

So did the fellows who inspired me.

'I will fight with you!

My people, who followed me by holding my hand forcefully,

"If you're dying, I'll make you feel better again and again."

Fluent sarcasm manipulating companions also

"You're Not Alone"

My people who smiled and slapped me on the shoulder, too.

He's gone.

(All those guys, I'm sure they'll laugh)

If I knew I was reincarnating and burning the care of the Demon King.

I really don't know myself, but...... I get my hands on it reluctantly while I'm hungry.

"You really have no choice, master."

The disciple, who lives only in memory, disappeared only momentarily, laughing like trouble.

I tried not to remember them as much as I could, but all day that day, memories of my previous life fluttered past my back of my brain and kept looking at my heart.

- If it was those guys who were reincarnated, not the Demon King, I'm sure they weren't so confused.

Why myself and the Demon King.

Why have we met before we were reincarnated?

I'm sick of myself thinking that I don't have any benefits.