The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

In deciding on my organization, I went on some blind tours of clubs, sororities, etc.

Sometimes it was a time of intense cargamization of the Demon King, and when it came to the out-of-count that the Demon King was to go around with him, it was out-of-count, but I don't know which way he probably would have come to belong.

Because if the Demon King wasn't up to me, I would have been up to the Demon King.

I had decided to join the organization to which the Demon King belonged. It's easier to do that if you keep an eye on it properly.

This school can be combined except for some organizations, so I left my home alone in the organization with the Demon King, and I was willing to join my favorite organization separately.

But because the demon king who was cargamonizing acted on me, it was going to be slightly less trivial and honestly helpful.

My hope is that the neat literary system that operates as plain and unobtrusive as possible is good, and I picked up some for an organization that looks like it, but the first thing I went on a tour to start with was the Literature and Arts Department, which I also belonged to in middle school.

The Literature and Arts Department in secondary school was just such a neat and cozy part of the atmosphere.

I like to read journals published by historical graduates, where my former predecessors enjoyed the stories and poems they wrote, the source of free ideas.

The publicly recognised stories in the library aren't bad, of course, but the young, coarsely shredded brushstrokes in the journal were fascinating because they weren't neat, and I liked to read them. Sometimes there are stories of unexpected ideas, and when I found such stories, I felt like I had discovered my own treasure.

For me, who was illiterate in my previous life, reading a letter is still something special... and I can feel proud of it.

But in conclusion, the literature and arts department at this school was of a completely different kind than what I imagined and expected.

I'd rather...

"Which one are you? Which one of you thinks you're a better writer?

"I think the neat style outside Mori is better than Natsume Soishi. Natsume Soushi's texts are familiar, but there are also many rugged expressions. There is an anecdote about the generally well-known English translation of" I love you "as" the moon is beautiful, "but from this point of view you can also find a rush to interpret the stonewash"

"That anecdote seems to have a theory about the creation of another human being, not a stonewash?

"It would mean that it is an anecdote as authentic as it is to be passed on to future generations. It's proof that his style will make it true."

"But if we consider the influence he has had on the literary realm of future generations, can we still cloud that he is among the famous literary figures? In fact, his work is still loved and read by many. Even if you're reading" Sanshiro "by Shuishi, how many people do you think are reading" Youth "outside?

"That may be true, but outside..."

… Rather, the Ministry of Literature and Arts was a department that (rather) carried out "clinging" and "clinging" activities in opposite poles to "neat".

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I felt so awesome in front of the enthusiastic and fierce members of the Literature and Arts Department who went on a tour. It's both amazing to me whether I wash stones or not… I was a writer on the cloud and could not be the subject of an argument, so I ate quite a bit. If you try it on me, they're both only great writers.

The Demon King looks out the window blurry and doesn't seem to have any shards of interest in the story of the crew. There's no way I'm listening at all.

But the truth is, I wasn't even in charge of the Demon King. Along the way, the content of their little difficult stories seemed to be mostly bare from right ear to left ear.

I'm losing my mind to that enormous amount of knowledge, but I didn't want to know how many mistresses there were outside, and I don't care if you were a virgin until Soushi got married,... or leave him alone like that. Bad for being a virgin, let's do this. I'm not an easy virgin in this world. Take care of it. Let it go whenever you throw it away, it's an extra favor. Let's do it stupid.

After the fall, it's hard for a literary troupe to even take that away. It wasn't private or anything.... you can't be public about when my virginity was abandoned in that world...? Ma'am...? If the "brave man" had been told where and with whom and for the first time to future generations, I would feel like dying lightly in spirit.

... and nonetheless, I understood well just what we couldn't do in this part.

I took the Demon King and gently faded out of the Literature and Arts Department room, savoring a strange sense of defeat. The members who were passionate about the discussion didn't even realize that we had disappeared without having to use cognitive alienation. Literary and artistic love may be profound, but they and I aspired to be completely different, so the entrance gave up.

In my first club of hope, which took exactly the form of frustrating nostrils, I couldn't quite meet an organization that seemed good afterwards.

... On second thought, I should have expected this to happen because it conflicts with the very concept of my ambition to be "neat", the school style.

We went on a tour and we were baptized in different ways.

In the chess club, when he said that he had only read chess comics, he was summarily exited, and at the Fashion Leaders' Sorority, he fled because the Demon King was about to be removed as soon as he entered the room. "Wait, because it looks absolutely good on you!" I wondered what I would do when an upper classmate who talks like an okama came after a white school run he'd never seen in his hand. According to the story, he works to turn his school uniform into a white school run.... I think you should like the activity, but I wasn't willing to get involved. I don't want to get involved. Okama scared.

At the Railroad Research Department, he said, "Where is it? How can I... what is it? The railroad is nasty..." He spoke fervently as a runaway train, spitting, and when he managed to find the way to talk and exit the room with the other body just like the last time, it was about an hour lightly smaller, and he sneered and regretted entering the room.

... By the way, the Demon King would not have listened to half of the story because he slept halfway down beside me. I was just hoping you could give me a little bit of that freedom.

It was me after a crude tour of the literary clubs and sororities I was staring at, but unfortunately I didn't feel like going anywhere in it.

Because the artistic department activities were not pinned down, they were excluded from the list, so the options were narrowed. It is no longer the common sense of the public that clubs and others, especially those with venues for presentations such as plays for brass, are more demanding than bad athletic clubs.

Then I don't know about art, but I couldn't do this one. My painting no longer reaches the realm of God. "This sucks" is what they all agree about when they see my paintings. I've even been told to die laughing. God was a reaper, even God.

The cultural system is almost wiped out. I finally felt depressed to see if this had to be considered by the athletic department as well.

The department of literature, which was the main one, is gathered in the 5F of the central building.

After the tour, we left the fourth floor and began to cursorily descend the stairs. I can't help but get heavy on my feet. I wasn't energetic enough to go on a tour of the athletic club anymore today, so I was thinking we'd be back on another day... and the Demon King somehow walked out on his own to the third floor hallway of the special building.

I could leave it to go as it is and leave it alone, but I'm concerned about the demon king heading for the obviously unpopular, and I have no choice but to continue later.

The special building is a three-story building that houses special classrooms such as science laboratories, family medicine rooms, art rooms, music rooms, and computer rooms.

The school building is connected to the classroom building and the special building in the form of a central building sandwiched in the middle.

From above, the structure resembles the H of the alphabet. It would be easy to understand if the part of the horizontal bar were to be considered a central building. The official name of the central building is the central teaching building, but most students abbreviate it as the central building.

While the first and second floors of the special building collect special classrooms that are relatively frequently used, the third floor has many less-used classrooms such as audio-visual rooms, pathway libraries, multi-purpose rooms, etc., as well as vacant classrooms and materials rooms that have been turned into storerooms... there was a somewhat lonely atmosphere.

The Demon King moves into the back of the hallway to be led by something.

"What the hell is this place for..." he followed in silence, surprised, and the Demon King stopped his foot in front of one door, opening that door without any hesitation without even knocking.

Beyond the door, for some reason, there's a maid, and we...

"Welcome home. Your husband."

and was received politely.

... Alice must have felt this way falling into a hole and getting lost in Wonderland.

Confronted a male student dressed as a maid, I opened my eyes and mouth slightly.

- That was the "Cultural Research Sorority", abbreviated as the department of cultural research, to which I and the Demon King later belonged.

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The wonder of being greeted by a maid even though I don't even remember being your husband.

There have been such strange phenomena everyday and everywhere in this school.

- I repeat, it is a maid.

However, it is not cosplay.

I never thought I would come to boys' school and face the maid (Note: man) twice early in school.

……

I've already been greeted this way many times, but I'm still not used to it. Or I don't think I can if I get used to this.

The person dressed as a maid, by the way, is a student here, a senior. The colour of the tie peeking from the apron is fat (eponymous). I am a sophomore.

Even when it comes to maid clothing, it's not entirely for women like the one the prince wore at the event, but rather a style from the top of a uniform with his jacket off, wearing a type of classic, cute design that could be called even a maid apron with a lot of frills. If you dare to describe it, isn't it the closest way to say male maid? Most of all, … although I am not sure that such a profession exists.

In addition, - very unbearably, the seniors wearing that made-up apron were handsome enough to fall into a well-dressed category if they weren't even wearing aprons... It is a handsome piece of rot.

Made even though he's handsome.

Handsome maid.

Yikemaid.............

... No matter how you change the way you say it, it feels very unfortunate, but apparently, he/she likes it and does it, so Tsukomi endures that it's not something that the outfield should talk about. I care why, but I'm not close enough to crack my belly and talk yet. There is no guarantee that we will be close in the future.

Waste is a seniors impression of being a maid of honor in the first place with not much slapping. The maid's senior name is Yukimura Historian (with Fumi) and may be enrolled in a two-year F class.... It's been about two weeks since I've been here to see why it's f or because it's a maid, but I still can't hear it.

The Demon King just headed back when he entered the room, took the comics out of the shelves and just entered reading time about his usual fixed position. No reluctance or care at all for the seniors. It is as free and free as ever.

By the way, the Demon King here these days is obsessed with some ninja comic strip that has been animated and also turned into a movie.

The shelves in this room also contain a full range of other pirate and reaper comics.

- And that's not all.

There's so much more going on in the Cultural Studies Sorority room than just comics.

The room is big there and about half the size of the classroom I always use.

However, it felt narrower than the actual space because both the left and right walls were tightly filled to the shelves from floor to ceiling, where things were hissing.

The right shelf is decorated with sloppy pretty girl figures (some beautiful boys, macho youth, warlord figurines are mixed, a lineup that lacks a lot of unity), and if you look to the left, the castle models were still lined up on some shelves (robotic animated plastic models standing beside the castle, and this is another arrangement that lacks unity), and Godzilla and Zero battles stare at each other on the shelves beside the ancient castle.

- The situation is pretty surreal on the shelf, but does no one care......

Plus, there's even a bookshelf with comics lined up tightly in the back, and... somehow, the first time I stepped into the room, I was so overwhelmed.

They say that all of them are souvenirs of members who used to belong to cultural research, or collectibles of current members.

They don't have a place in their room, so they leave it in their room. It is true that the majority of dormitories have two rooms, and the rooms are not even that big, and only two places, closets and shelves, lead up to the main storage space, so there is almost no place to even treat the hobby stuff (it's a mystery what's going on with the closets in the Rokkatani).

Most of the students who belong to cultural research seem to be ghost members, and so far I've only met Director Park Hara and a maid, Senior Komura.

Director Park Hara is always like a bodhisattva with a constant smile.

Her eyes are thin and she's always in the form of a laugh.

It's hard to tell if it's because you're smiling, or if it's originally that kind of eye shape, but I think it's just certain that you're a serene personality. I've never had one disgusting face, no matter how much the Demon King behaved at will, although it's only a short relationship yet.

The first time we visited cultural research, we did not blind ourselves to unsolicited behavior without being angry at the demon king who opened the door uncalledly. He's probably the one who made it.

"Oh, rare.... Could it be a tour of the club?

Why is there a maid here...? And when I was having trouble reacting, the soft-faced upper classmate came out from behind that maid and called out to take it in. That was the meeting with Director Park Hara.

"Ah... yes"

To be exact, I didn't even open the door knowing it was just a coincidence… but I affirmed without finding any other words. It's true that I was on a tour of the club, and it's not at all a mistake.

The Demon King just moves to the back of the room with me and my senior classmate (who I knew was in third grade because the tie was dark gray) in the ass having a conversation. I didn't even have time to stop.... even though I wasn't allowed to, I'm free.

Plus, the Demon King's freedom goes beyond that, and if you think you're pinpointing the back shelf,... you just took the comics out of there and sat in a chair and started reading. Everywhere at my pace, I don't read manga but I don't read air. That's the Demon King... I had a headache for the demon king, who was completely sitting there. Totally too free.

(... are you looking for comics... are you looking for comics... are you in this room because you wanted to read comics... can you detect signs of comics...?

What kind of demon king is a cartoonist...?

Due to Rokkan's corruptionism, the Demon King has been completely captivated by comics.

'... sorry, he's on his own...'

I bow my head in place of the Demon King.... I'm sure this is how it feels to be a mother with an impossible son. Ah... speaking of which, when I slapped Uchi's head with a sword, my mother had her head down too... I'm sorry, Mom. I couldn't do it, either. But I don't remember having such a big son...

"Fine."

I was relieved to laugh and forgive my senior students. I'm basically pacifist, and I don't want to make a fuss. I'd rather avoid rubbing. - But why do you often get into trouble and trouble?