The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

"Then tell me what color 'brave' hair was."

"I think it was gold or silver. No, was it black?

"No, because I'm the one asking. That would be absolutely awkward."

All three colors are off, by the way.

Boo-boo!

The correct answer is flax.... Well, you can give up a hundred steps and forgive me for being brown, but not one of the three colors you gave me.

"What color are your eyes?

"My eyes were white"

"... that's the white eye part"

……

"It's the middle color, the center part."

"... that's black"

"Say the color of my eyes and what will you do?"

My eyes were hazelnut, by the way. It was a mixed shade of green and brown. I guess the green tasted a little strong.... Either way, it's not black.

"How tall are you?

"It was lower than mine."

- All humans would have been lower than you.

The demon king of his previous life looked just like a human from what he had seen.

He was the owner of an extraordinary beauty, but he didn't have horns in his head, fangs peering from his mouth, tails growing, wings. At first glance, it was the person himself, a figure that was difficult to say was alien.

However, only in one respect was there clearly a difference from human beings.

The size of the whole thing was more than one turn larger than us humans.

The demon king in his previous life should have crossed maybe two and a half meters lightly. Beautiful enough to look up is... that was already quite powerful. The proximity was strange about Ken O Lowe in front of La Ou. Thanks to this I had a bit of a hard time not being able to grasp the distance when I started fighting. It was far away if you think it was close... like. I don't mind swinging it around, but I don't know about the sword. I shake the sky. The cleric will stare at you with a cold eye like, "What are you kidding me about?" My senses went extra crazy because I look so much like a human being.... more of an excuse now though.

Come to think of it, I can't even say I feel sorry for the demon king who has been reborn so much (...). Come on. The confusion would have been huge.

I threw my last question at you even though I was thinking about it.

"How long is your hair?

"Long? No, was it short...?

……

As a result, in a simple 'brave man' appearance test, it became clear that all the Demon King's answers were incorrect or just plain.

(... I knew it. Now I know. I don't remember the look of this guy (Yusha) at all...!

That's right, Demon King.

That's the Pinboke Demon King.

There's plenty of pimbokes if we get that far.

Though I was stunned by such a steady ping-boggle, on the other hand, I was even lightly shocked.

We do only face each other in the final showdown.

But I don't know that the person who fought death doesn't remember himself at all... but there's something a little soggy about it.

On the back of my eyelid was reincarnated the figure of the 'Demon King', even though it's still firmly burned...

Beautiful as well.

And deep red eyes that remind me of blood.

And purple blue hair that glows black with magic.

- I haven't forgotten it as one thing.

My predecessor's enemy.

(... and you don't have "me" anymore)

Me, you had such a faint impression...

I'm not convinced that someone who stabbed me with a sword in my belly forgot me or anything.

Sealed by a brave man, if you kill a brave man, you will free up your power.

Forget the enemy's face.

... remember that even if you reincarnate there properly.

Now that the existence of heaven is present in the school, it is circumstantially helpful that the Demon King does not remember the face of the "brave man".

Yet I would be displeased because… I was reminded that for the "Demon King" the "brave man" was to that extent not enough to take.

- You never forgot about me.

Huh, that kind of thought floats around and I shake it off in a hurry.

(Because I didn't forget, what a yum. Nothing like that... it's not like hanging out with a "brave man")

"Kakel, by the way. Oh, my God, aren't you mad at me anymore? He said he didn't want to hear his mouth or see his face for a while."

"..."

He asked me strangely, and I was annoyed.

Yes. Yes, I did.

I totally forgot.

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"I'm still angry.... This time, it's special."

"You're on your own."

"Ugh..."

Sure, I'm an unsolicited guy. That's why I couldn't argue.

Disappear on your own,...... the will of the Demon King is still second to none, moving at your own convenience. He's a man of his own accord to the bone marrow.

Respect the will of the other, etc., and which mouth drips preaching greatly?

- I don't have that kind of qualification.

I can't tell you anything. Put me down, and the Demon King will walk up to the cliff facing the sea.

"To be honest, I remember very little about the brave. They came in multiple ways, and the outfits were all similar. Since the individual characteristics were thinner than those of the demonic tribe, no distinction could be made between faces, etc. I understood that the bearer of a divine sword was a brave man... but I don't know if I can distinguish a brave man without a sword from another human being until I see him again. - I wasn't interested in humans in the first place. Whoever it is, not just the brave ones, it is the king's duty to intercept them if they attack."

……

There were no words.

I just stared at the back of the demon king talking quietly.

"Aloise."

No, I'm a 'brave man', I almost screamed.

I killed you.

He attacked your castle, killed your men, and slaughtered you with this hand.

If I could spit it out on that widened back, would I be able to get rid of the emotions swirling in this chest?

When I was in elementary school, my doubts about the man who plundered my chest and God made me lose my head again.

For the devil's side, man was the invader that threatened peace. I no longer found any basis or faith in me that could overshadow it.

(-But that's why... a man can't accept a demon to just be (nabbed), killed, and destroyed without the art of being...)

Demons and people are incompatible. … a word I have heard, felt and been reminded of many times in my previous life.

In previous life, people were overwhelmingly weak against demons.

Only a handful of humans had the talent and means to counter demons, but that was not enough to challenge the 'Demon King' or the superior demon clan alone either.

The only person (Kibo) capable of overcoming such a situation was the Brave Man.

More than once I was about to be crushed by excessive expectations and the unmatched forces that pushed me. Only in the same number did I resent and curse God as to why I was a 'brave man'. I was wondering if there could be as many more deserving...

Why did you give the Holy Sword to a (just) poor cafeteria working kid in a lower town close to a rough slum, without wisdom, courage, upbringing, identity, profanity, or ambition, who was just desperate to live his day...

"Oh dear, did you remember the brave man?

The turning demon king gives me a painful look - towards Aloys.

"... no, I just asked because I was curious"

"Right.... If you're forgetting, you better keep forgetting."

Though the words were directed at Aloise, I felt comforted by something in me.

At the same time, I understood one thing from the words of the Demon King.

- Aloys told "The Brave Man" that he had met me.

Kuhn and Beechkow slipped over to the Demon King's feet.

It was as if it cared for the Lord's heart.

When did Aloys meet The Brave?

What was the relationship between 'Demon King' and Aloys?

Why should I forget?

I had a lot to ask, but I was speechless as one.

... scared to put it into words.

Instead, I stood on a cliff and watched one person and one person looking out over a distant sea plain, just silently.

Even though the race was different, there was certainly a bond there that put the mind through it.

Gently touch the ear piercing.

There should have been the same stone fitted in there as Beechkow.

- Quick, we have to take it off.

I learned such a rush all the time.

As soon as possible.

Take it off quickly,...... you should just bury such a 'bond' with every heart you learn to envy. No more, before they erode...

Approaching one and one with their backs to this side defenselessly in slow stride.

The dog shook his tail and looked at this one, but the Demon King's gaze never moved as it was directed at the sea plains.

I reach for the Devil King's back.

(You're full of gaps...)

Push that back, with just a little effort, - I'm sure it won't bother you anymore, and you'll be free from the hassle of dragging it from your previous life. Even without the Holy Sword, it is so much easier to put an end to it than in previous life. Very sad. No hard work whatsoever. At a far cry from life-threatening.

Now you can make it look like an accident and act as a "brave man" with ease.

The cliff was about the height of the third floor of the apartment.

It doesn't matter how sturdy a person you are if you fall from here.

The steep cliff walls lead to the sea with a columnar staircase. At the bottom of the cliff, the promenade hid from the gap between the rocks.

The coast on the other side of the promenade is rocky, with wave bumps repeatedly changing its shape and dancing white each time.

Looking down for a long time, it's like a stunning view that's going to pull you off. Fear of death crawls up from your toes.

My hand slipped away from the back of the Demon King and instead grabbed my arms and drew them toward me.

"... don't come too close to the cliff, it's dangerous"

The Demon King is about to accidentally slip his leg and fall because he is bogged down.

Even I can't help you if you just fall from such a high place.

"Be a little more alert."

I sighed as I preached to the Demon King, who honestly turned to me.

"- So, let him go, too."

Again I point my eye at the beehikoo eating on my leg.

Apparently, the loyal dog who responded to my disturbing thoughts was once again doing it to me with his ankle flapping. He is a full dog.

How smarter than the Demon King. I would be good enough as a watchdog.

"Beechkow, did you like that one's leg?

"Woo."

"Kakel belongs to me, so don't eat it"

"Woo."

"... if you're hungry, do you want another bottle of gluten?

"One!"

When the food caught him and Beechkow could pull his fangs in, he waved his tail probably in a good mood.

- I knew it could be a stupid dog.

I went back to my dorm by myself with a bitter feeling after being cut off by a friendly, gluten-cheeky weather conductor.