The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

I supposedly changed jobs with the fairy because of the demon king.

- Something the demon king missed me.

To the demon king who left all his study tools in the dorm room (he came to school with his bare hands. What are you doing here? To school), she baked her care to show her textbooks, lend her writing tools, and show her to the bathroom. Habitability is a horrible thing, and even after a few years of blanking, is the Demon King's manipulation still creeping on me...

Of course I didn't take the initiative from myself to burn the care.

Because the textbook was told by the teacher, because the writing instrument was asked to "lend me what I write", and because when I was in the bathroom, I was simply asked "where" and asked to "guide me".

... I cursed my personality, which I couldn't handle in an evil way if asked. I should have been punished a lot in my previous life and in this world's elementary school, why repeat it to me? Let's live more dry.

By the way, next door to the demon king's opposite is an empty seat.

There are no seats per se.

It's salted plums that inevitably come around to me.

Kakel, where are you going?

"Toilet"

"I'm coming too."

- Are you Kose the girl? Let him go alone, like, in the bathroom.

Kakel, where are you going?

"To buy lunch"

"I'm coming too."

I stuck with Cargamo everywhere I went at this rate.

If you're going to sneak me on, I'm going to treat you like a stalker, but he hasn't changed much to be honest with his own desires, and he's following me with dignity. The pressure from behind is hard.

Promise, or as expected?

There was no response to telling the Demon King my full name.

Totally seems to be on the other side of oblivion, such as my name.

Of course it would be one shot if you gave me Aloise's name, but I don't have the guts to step on a mine like that here.

... I thought there might be a little bit of reaction to the name below, but that wasn't there either. Well, my name isn't even unusual...

Instead of all over Japan, there are probably a few students named Kakel in this school. There were a few guys with the same name in middle school and elementary school.

That's such a common and major name.

Nevertheless, I'm also honest that if I got totaled through I would feel somewhat uninteresting..., I was acting with the Demon King even though I had something I did.

It's kind of hard for adults to be blatantly intrusive, and it's easy to monitor if you're actually close.

- Of course it's dangerous.

You should have kept your distance from the Demon King.

Though it should be...

"So close, close...!

When I bought lunch at the store and sat on one of the benches with tables dotted on the school grounds, how should I interpret the fact that the distance of the Demon King, who naturally sat down next to him, is still so wrong?

It's not the level of shoulder and shoulder contact.

My shoulders, arms and hips are stuck together.

Clearly, I'm in the way.

Hard to move.

Are you a magnet? Don't stick around.

"Come on!"

"Why"

"It's hard to eat!

"I see, right"

The demon king left with a convinced face.

... I knew it was honest.

This is why the demon king opponent is in crazy shape.

Most of all, it's only a few centimeters away, and the distance is still strange. Anyway, the personal space is small. Close distance. Close distance.

On the bench I hit, molesting my ass on the opposite side of the Demon King, it just packs the distance.

And as it drifted away, I almost fell off the bench on the other side, and I gave up.

"What are you guys doing? Are you confused?

Six valleys sitting on the bench across the street from the table are leaning their necks.

I silently pushed the Demon King back to his original position. Don't get me wrong because I'm never shy. My relationship with the Demon King is not such a cute expression.... because you don't.

The smiling sight of Rokkaya hurts a little.

Rokkaya didn't seem to realize that Nishikujo was the model of the "Demon King".

Probably because there's quite a bit of separation between the comic book "Demon King" and the real thing.

I think the "Demon King" in the comic book was more of a character like me who didn't send anyone cold. It feels like the Demon King grew up just like that in elementary school.

At least it's not such a cargamo nostalgic character.

I don't even have eyes this horny.

So don't look at me like that, Demon King.

... Something makes me feel restless when the Demon King sees me or bothers me.

The appearance and contents have generally changed too much. What the hell happened?

The Demon King is certainly the Demon King, but he ate quite differently from the Demon King I remember and I was pretty confused and having trouble handling him.

(Like if I had amnesia and forgot I was a demon king in my previous life...?

And so on and so forth, it's the beginning and end of thinking about a story that's going to be around somewhere.

(... but then why don't you go out of your way to say "human" in your introduction)

That was also an odd statement if you think about it carefully.

I can take it I said it because I know I'm being treated like a "fairy" in this school, or I can take it as if I knew I was a demon king and dared to declare I was human.

It's even suspicious if there was a deep intention in the first place.

It was troublesome because I couldn't find out who I was.

(... no, if that's about it, is it okay to ask...?

With that in mind, I took the bread I bought from the store out of the bag. For now, I decided not to care about the presence of the Demon King stuck on the side. That's it. If you care, he's a loser. Whatever it is, the tummy comes first. I'm hungry.

What I bought was a lunch set with minestrone set in two types of total vegetable bread.

There are only a few menus handled at the store, such as bread, soup and drinks, but there are three places on campus, so the advantage is that they can be easily bought without being so mixed up.

The shops are relatively empty also because the majority of the students flow to the dining room. It would still mean that many students want to eat warm rice with an abundance of menus, even if it takes some time. Besides, the lunch break has been long enough for eighty minutes, and it must be due in part to the extra meal time.

Unfortunately, class F students use the store because the school building is far from the cafeteria or eat what they bought in the classroom before school.

Next to me, the Demon King also took the bread out of the bag.

... bread, not gluten.

The Demon King had bought the same thing as me.

Croquette bread on baked noodle bread.

I like the variety of stores more common than I thought.

By the way, I don't sell gluten at the store.

Apparently, the Demon King has successfully graduated from gluten life and now has a general diet. Kind of emotional.

I watched the Demon King's trends sideways as I took my baked noodle bread from the transparent film.

The demon king who takes the initiative to eat other than gluten is fresh and I really care.

The Demon King also peeled off the film of roasted noodle bread.

... I didn't have a problem that far.

But there the Demon King went into unexpected action. When he put something like a palm-sized bottle out of his pocket, he draped the contents of the noodle loaf onto the table like he was used to.

At that point, both Rokkaya and I had stopped moving completely and stared at the devil king's oddities.

Give up a hundred steps, and if that's mayonnaise, I couldn't even understand it.

I also know that the world has a race that loves mayonnaise so much: mayonnaise.

But...

The liquid glittering in the sunlight that the Demon King draped on the roasted noodle bread was clearly not mayonnaise. And of course it's not spicy (from) or ketchup.

Totally frozen me and Rokkaya on my ass, the Demon King smashed into a roasted noodle bread filled with amber liquid.

I ate it. Oi!

"Hey... what are you... calling now...?

I didn't want to believe it, and... I wanted you to deny it if you could, and I heard that.

"Magic water."

- I was distracted by the response given back without any reason.

No way. No way......

"... magical water? That's probably honey, right?

Rokkaya glances strangely at the bottle placed on the table. The first bottle is well written with honey. It's honey, no matter where it comes from.

... I didn't think even the Demon King believed in such childish and bitter measures until this year.

Once upon a time when I made curry rice in a mountain learning camp, I put honey on a curry of demon kings called "magic water" and fake (when) if it inspired me to improve my demon king's bias at all.

Who thinks the Demon King is practicing it now?

(I mean, curry would still be just like honey on baked noodle bread or something...!

What the hell is wrong with the Demon King's taste?

I don't care what you think, it doesn't seem like a delicious combination.

"You... are you okay with that...?

"Sweet"

"Well, I guess so. - Yeah."

"Sweet and delicious"

"Really!?

Impact.

Baked noodle bread with honey?

I think it's a level of destructive power that just makes my mouth revolutionize...

"As long as I have magical water, I can eat any food"

- There's more to sweethearts.

"Thanks to you I forgot my hunger"

The Demon King added so pompously.

Some distant eye overlapped the once thin and small demon king eating roasted noodle bread in the first place.

... now I realize even more.

It wasn't like the demon king who was reincarnated into man didn't feel hungry.

Can't a growing child be filled with gluten only?

The Demon King, who didn't even speak much of his lunch, was not luxurious or physically fit to break.

So easily blown away by a dodgeball ball.

Enough to fall on the way to the marathon.

As easy as a snag on a mountain climb.

It was as bad as that.

(That's...)

Now she's sturdy enough to overtake even my height.

Exactly honey magic.

(Honey could be seriously magical water...)

There are only yellow bears standing back all the time.

I hit my own baked noodle bread.

Normally equine.

... But when I top this with honey, I get sick of my shallowness because I accidentally think about it.

Sure, honey could have played a part in the demon king's growth.

But my nerves weren't polar enough to look at it.

I don't know what to say to myself, but my nerves are delicate.

... This is the result of escaping from the Demon King after that without any follow-up.

"Nishikujo. - That's not magical water. It's just honey. They tricked me."

You are wrong.

You really take what I say...

It was whimsical.

I felt light.

What I did to you was only such a tiny, shallow thing, and you...

"I know."

The Demon King's answer to that was such a simple one.

The demon king, who ate the roasted noodle bread, looked at me and looked puzzled as to whether he had read the colour of reproach there.

"Magic water is honey.... So what? Let's not have a problem."

I look back on the Demon King's face as if I were a jerk.

- Problem.

... No, no, it would be huge.

But a human being is a strange thing, and when they say it out loud, they get to say, "Really? Is that what you think? It's something that keeps me up."

In the seat across the street, Rokkaya said, "Nishi-kyu-kun is the natural of the real thing...?" and so on. "I said my thoughts too honestly.

... This kind of slack could be one of the factors that spread him inside the school with fairies and all that.

I flattened the guts and the rest of the roasted noodle bread so I could swallow something into my chest.

I went on to take the croquette bread and tried to cheek it up, and I rethink and reach for "magical water".

"Can I call you too?" After a short exchange of "Oh," I drooled it over my croquette bread thoughtfully. The twinkling amber colours the croquette bread. It doesn't look bad. It also looks rather delicious.... maybe this is surprisingly good-looking.

I slipped my throat, and then I opened my mouth and hit it.

――

The honey teasing in the sauce, croquette oil, potatoes, brilliant lettuce and plump soft buns creates (possibly) exquisite dissonance -

"Oops."

... it came from the back of my throat with unspoken groans blocked.

Move your chin hard, chew and push the chunk of your mouth into which back of. It's bumpy that honey teases me on the throat and I can't get in.

"Shokun, you're a challenger..."

I can't even reply to Rokkaya's shuddering half-inspired half-comment.... with croquettes stuck in my throat.

It's like some failed college potato - no honey beats everything (mama) and it's sweet anyway. Sweet.

My honest tongue couldn't find the point of honey on croquette bread anywhere...

Even if it's not unimaginable muzzle, I can't have this.

I tried it, but in living as a person, I still don't feel like I can assure you that this is delicious.

Looking sideways, the Demon King also had his hands on croquette bread. With honey toppings, of course. I was eating flat with a normal face. Demon King Wow.

The Demon King is honest.

That honesty is dazzling and scary to me.

There were no ugly scars in the hands of the Demon King.

No one needs to know that my white, beautiful fingertips were not lost... or that I stroked my chest down. It is a secret that no one else should know, neither to the Demon King.

I got scared to ask what the Demon King proclaimed "human" in his introduction. If the Demon King says "something" any more, I'm sure I'll wind my tail and run away from the school at first sight… again from before the Demon King.

Fortunately, the Demon King ate lunch next to me.... honey for you.