The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

"Fool brother with cute glasses geeky Vice Chairman Chiba,... is that you?

The person confirming his identity with a scatter of subtle rude words everywhere has a smile and a loving smile.

I got a hunch.

(... this guy has an absolutely evil personality.) No)

After discerning my entire body with a clear and blatant gaze from top to bottom, Dongyun gently narrowed his blue eyes bordered by long lashes.

"You look like fifty points, but you smell pretty good."

……

It's a smell.

And don't score on a person's appearance on your own. He is a serious and rude man.

To me with a thoughtful face, but he was sweet... he gave me an overripe fruity flush and licked his red lips with a tinge and said.

"Taste it, shall I give it to you?

I got goosebumps all over my body... in an instant.

That's creepy!

Seriously, kimochiwalui!

There was a human here going over that brother's bracon character...! It is what is above in the world.

This is it. It's a race you can't tell for life.

I have always been terribly bad at these moist beauty shapes. There can be a little trauma in the past life. Because I really can't do crazy beauty shapes!

"... that? That's crazy. Most people get sloppy and boneheaded for my invitation... - Now you,"

Turn your thoughtful sympathetic eyes here, often with your face,

"You're insensitive."

I seriously considered if I could beat this misguided bastard down on this spot right now who has decided... etc. In any case, I am only certain that in me instantly, a very great destructive impulse arose.

"... Oh well, you were my brother. Does that mean you're being protected? You're really adored. That's surprising... 'Cause the smell looks too mediocre anyway. I wonder what you would like..."

I guess it was almost a monologue... The voices were small, there was hustle and bustle around them, and I couldn't hear them very well except for the last part, which was "mediocre in appearance - where would I like it". Anyway, bad mouth is easy to reach your ears. Besides,... it's also because of other distractions.

- You don't need to know how good he is.

Saying so in a magnificent tone, the Demon King grabbed my arm and drew it all the way towards me. That was pretty strong, so my torso hits the Demon King's chest plate without being able to step on it. If that's all, yet, for whatever reason, one arm was then held around his waist.

... Why did you cargamize here, Demon King.

The stiffness around me grew even bigger. I can also hear a screaming voice here.

I knew by the senses that the Demon King was approaching from behind, but I pretended not to notice. - Because normally, you don't notice. I can't take bad action now that I'm in the public eye. Be very cautious.

But because of that, I couldn't stop the Demon King from acting unexpectedly.

It's also good and bad to see signs, tied the other way around like this, and sometimes the response turns to the back. I was beginning to realize that it was particularly remarkable in public places.... the pants case is a good example. There was a better way to deal with that too... I think. I don't have to grab my pants bare and walk down the hallway...... like this, there's some other smarter way to handle pants......

- No, I don't care about my pants right now. We have to do something about this situation. Not if you're running away from reality.

"Hey... let go"

"No."

"Huh?"

"I won't let you go."

"No, why not? Get the fuck off me."

"... heh... you're close. Don't be jealous."

A line that doesn't make sense breaks into me where I'm gently rubbing it together whispering.

I gave up stripping the demon king of his morphology from Cargamo to octopus and turned my gaze again to the culprit of the matter.

But Dongyun's blue-grey eyes were pointed behind my back, not mine. Looking into his eyes, I perceived that the man's purpose was not mine. Because the quality of my gaze was extraordinarily different from what could be directed at me.... there was a color of obsession painted so darkly as to be obvious.

"You've changed a lot, my fairy tail"

In a playful sweet tone, Dongyun speaks to the Demon King.

I've heard Dongyun say words I've heard several times before, and I'm pinned.

(That fiercely itchy (itchy) nickname namesake is this guy!

Speaking of which... I remember hearing something about the Alliance trying to catch after the fairies before. And it must have been this guy who was the mastermind of it.

"But... I'm glad you grew up looking better than I thought. You just don't look good anymore to describe yourself as a fairy.... right. Consider yourself a Greek god, and from now on we shall call you the god of beauty (Eros)."

E... Eloise...?

- I pulled a dong.

What are you talking about? This guy...

Or, or... itchy no no no no no no!!

Your whole body is itchy.

I think I'm getting hives.

The eastern clouds are more adorable and erotic than the demon king is erotic. I think the synonym for Eros can be decided in the East Cloud.

By and large... even that sense of naming people erotic was a huge departure from my tolerance. Not at all. I don't feel we can tell the fine dust.

It was even more disgusting that Eloise's pronunciation was sensual in vain or that he had a curly tongue called "eh lol". I seriously don't accept these kinds of deals. I want to escape. But the demon king's got me and I can't escape. What is this situation?

"Come to my Eloise, guild. The solicitation of the other members doesn't seem to reveal anything, so I went out and picked you up myself. I'm the only one who understands you and leans on you in this world. I don't get lost. - Come on, let's go together."

A white hand is offered to the Demon King.

There was a lot of strength in my arms around my stomach.

The Demon King remains silent.

I remember why I didn't say no.

I had solicitation from the Alliance as soon as I entered school, but also from the Demon King even more persistently than I did after orientation. But the Demon King had annoyingly refused to "go in," nor had he dealt with many guild members who came to solicit him.

However, there seemed to be some hesitation in rejecting Dongyun.... not even like a demon king.

"... tel."

I was in a hurry to stay glued, and I called in a conversation.

"To the guild... you want to go with this guy?

"Yukano"

I feel somewhat relieved to lose my shoulder strength in the answer I returned without getting my hair in. It's an attitude that doesn't boil down, so I thought you had a slight intention of following me...

Words and deeds are disgusting, but all you have to do is say yourself, "I'm indulgent with invitations and I'm boneheaded," and Dongyun has a strange suction. Indeed, many will be distracted by its peculiar beauty.

Even the Demon King could not say that the possibility was zero, and anxiety was growing.

"... All right, then we're out of here"

When I get the Demon King's reply, I'll make up my mind.

Whatever you think, the situation is bad now. It's not good to stand out.

Plus my mental health is making it harder to confront a guild master I don't know who came from this Eros star any more.

Grab the Demon King's arm all the way and capture the figure of Rokkan at the edge of his gaze. Rokkaya had already taken it off to the outside of the busy. Such a place is a well-guided companion. Good disturbance avoidance capability. I just want you to teach me that skill, too.... Even if we keep breaking up, I'm sure we'll be on our own over there. Still a short relationship, but such trust in Rokkaya had been created.

'Send a signal and pull your arm, so follow me. Don't use "power," not yet.

Taking silence as understanding, he now spoke properly "tel" and called his name to signal, and dashed momentum in a relatively sparsely populated right direction. And then pull the Demon King's arm to guide him through the siege net of the wild horse.

"Ah, here...! Wait! Where are you going...!?

No idiot waits when he tells me to wait. An idiot who honestly waits in such a situ is like a demon king.

But the Demon King's leg, which had almost stopped for a moment, never stopped completely because of what he had said beforehand: 'Follow me'..., we successfully slipped through the crowd and ran up the nearest stairs to the top floor.

"... no matter how much you run, you cannot escape your fate. Soon you will come to me. -... isn't it? My dear my Theos."

In the lobby where our appearance disappeared, the grunt dropped with a glossy (ehnya) smile by a man of white colour was lost in the hustle and bustle and reached no one's ear -.

* * *

Several students run through me and the Demon King's eyes as they broke down the stairs to the hallway side and stopped right in front of me.

"Hey! You turned on this floor... Huh?

"Oh... shit, have you lost sight of it again..."

They ran noisily through the hallway, wandering around there for a while looking for us that they didn't see in any classroom, but ended up blurring out of regret without being able to find us.

"It was a chance for the master to acknowledge..."

"Damn, I'll catch you next time, you fairy...!

- Speak carelessly without noticing us right in front of you.

After the signs of the following students are completely distant, I breathe and send a signal to the Demon King, "Enough is enough."

They couldn't find me and the Demon King because of the "perceived alienation" power the Demon King used.

We were able to escape the pursuit of several Alliance members who happened to be in the lobby thanks to their "power".

This ability to perceive alienation literally helped me not to know my existence from around me, and... to be honest, it was a very convenient force.

I decided, after the attempted drowning of Orientaling, not to use it to the detriment of others, but to meditate on the use of some "force" to protect myself. Everything is case-by-case.

Recognition neglect is similar to my ability to erase signs, but there seems to be a slightly more active and somewhat more divergent power around me.

But as far as I can confirm, it doesn't seem to do any real harm like this. It was like a simple blind eye, and I decided to take it that way.

It was when the Demon King, who had previously been depressed by guild members who had still persevered in soliciting him, used his powers.

When I was in middle school, I was called the Phantom Fairy, which seemed to be a nickname given to me for exercising this power to make me look like a annoying opponent.

When I bent down the hallway, my figure was scratching off… what a more suspicious anecdote than an illusion, he said.

I forbade the power of implication, but this power of perception alienation... I was allowed to use it with you.

I think it would be a terribly convenient story to say that it would be good and not to do this… what a decision to make on your own, but also to benefit from that power…

But in fact, given the annoyance of not using it and dealing with the problems that would have caused it, it was the current situation that I would rely on.... No, it's convenient, really...

Its power is also reflected in humans who are in contact with the Demon King and somewhere in their bodies. So it's also a huge advantage that none of my appearances with the Demon King will be recognized from all around me.

(But... even if for some reason the Demon King uses this ability, I'm the only one who can capture the signs of this guy...)

It's also a weird story to follow "The Demon King" honestly to "The Brave One," but there are a few other weird things.

I haven't thought about it very deeply before, but I'm the only one who can recognize the Demon King… let's just call it that.

Originally I was a magician... I'm not good at "power" sensing.

Even that keenly sensed brother looked like he remembered to be hooked on the Demon King, but didn't seem to know he was the "Demon King". If I'd known, I wouldn't be living a swallowing school life like this by now, having developed into a mayhem.... At least, me and the Demon King will be securely separated. My brother would do that. It wouldn't be easy to convince me how many demon kings today describe themselves as "human" and harmless, and I can't imagine a convinced brother. If I suck, I'm going to stop the "demon king" from breathing to break the root of the later (later) scourge. My brother has always had something stubborn and inconvenient.

... Well, anyway, the fact that my brother doesn't know and he understands me is more proof than anything that I recognize the Demon King because it's not by "power".

- Then what the hell are you reacting to the Demon King's "what"?

Suddenly, unspeakable anxiety springs in me.

(Maybe I...)

Isn't there something seriously missed -...

"Kakel."

I didn't know if my power was stuck in my hand grabbing the Demon King, or I was called by name and at the same time I felt resistant to the power of pulling.

Stopping and looking back, the Demon King opens his mouth as he looks at this one.

"It's passing, okay?

"Ah..."

At the tip of his blinking gaze, he saw the door to the room of purpose over the Demon King's shoulder, and realized he was completely immersed in his thoughts.

"Bad"

I let go of my hand, which was grasping the Demon King, and apologized to mislead the awkwardness.

The Demon King said nothing in particular and left me staring.

I headed to the door so I could shake that gaze out.

For once, knock and then open the door. Then...

"Welcome back, sir"

A maid waiting for us across the door greeted us with a puzzling look.

………

... Unfortunately, I didn't mistake the door I open for next door.

And it's not like the name of that room on the door plate is a made-to-measure coffee or a cosplay hobby.

There's just a letter on the plate that says "dossier room" just like that.

To add, the maid's gender is a man. Needless to say, this is a boys' school. Amazingly, a man's garden without even a single female teacher or employee... is an isolated island full of men.

"Hey, there you are"

From behind the room, a soft voice was called.

"Hello, Director Park Hara"

In the meantime, I salute the maid and return my greetings to the general manager to enter the room.

- The door plate was marked "Materials Room". That was the room of the Cultural Research Sorority, to which me and the Demon King belonged.