The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

'... Um... what kind of activities are you doing here'

"Simply put, the exploration of culture, huh?

"Culture… is it"

"... well, as you can see."

A senior looking around the room gently clasped his shoulder and laughed.

(Culture is a subcultural array in culture...)

It's obvious if you do look at the room.

'You may have been surprised because the quantity is quantity, but not everyone likes the same thing. I enjoy whatever I want on my own. I myself like to make confectionery, and I'm looking forward to having my crew eat the baked confectionery I made here. "

Relax about the way you explain it. I felt somewhat loose. It's unprecedented. It might match the direction I want. Expectations that I almost forgot increase.

He was recommended a chair and behaved like a baked treat on a long table placed in the center. It was handmade by Director Park Hara. The pound cake, cooked with nuts and dried fruit, was as tasty as anything sold in the store.

Ask for more details about your activities while eating confectionery.

The room is open every day, but my favorite day of the week, my favorite time… I leave it to the free will of the members themselves whether they come or not, … it was just the ideal sorority (club) for us.

I decided to join the club immediately.

Write your name on the form you wish to enter and pass it to Manager Park Hara. Of course I let the Demon King write his name and submit it with me. Naturally, but there seemed to be no complaints about the Demon King.

'Nevertheless... you've found it well. Sorority at the End of the Place like this'

I nod vaguely as I get a little lost in my response. I didn't find it, the Demon King just opened the door on his own.

Sure, the cultural research department is in a difficult place to understand, and if my memory is certain, it wasn't even named in the handed out organizational introduction booklet. Normally, I don't notice.

- I should have thought better about what that meant, but I was tired of touring clubs, lost in places, and a little cornered, and I jumped at this good story. I was completely oblivious that there was a back to the good stories, East and West.... I don't think there was any other option in this situation where the Demon King sat the most.

"... but being able to find this place means... you must be qualified."

The general manager's soliloquy was too small to be heard.

Without even realizing that the eyes behind my thin eyes wore a strong light for a moment, I was relieved that I had found my place for now.

"Nishi-kyu-kun to Chiba. Once again, welcome to the Sorority for Cultural Studies. This is a place to learn various cultures, a place to rejoice, a place to create and a place to return. You can learn all the cultures of this world here as you wish. Nobody gets in the way of it, and nobody despises it. There is, but you can explore it as it is."

Director Park smiled at me and the Demon King.

"That's the significance of this cultural research and the thrust of its activities."

That's how I became a part of cultural research, but the way the Demon King liked this one-of-a-kind sorority more than I did, he now behaves as if this was his residence, and I'm totally familiar with it.... No, the Demon King's attitude has been big since the beginning.

It's days of silent reading in front of a comic book shelf. Whatever I think about it, it's better than reading and fishing for Rokkaya's BL book in the room, so I'm letting it go. If you don't bother others or me, it's basically a policy of not speaking out for the actions of the Demon King. Some erratic teacher also seemed to have said that education is something that watches kids grow up, and I'm not his mother or father in the first place, so I whispered, "Read all the comics!" I'm not even willing to preach.

Anyway, I guess that means that for the Demon King, the Cultural Research Sorority is a cozy place.

That should be it too...,

"This is my new caramel gluten treat, you want some?

Manager Park placed the handmade gluten sweets placed on the plate on the long table.

Even though I said it to everyone in the room,... it was obvious that it was prepared for the Demon King.

The demon king reaches silently and pinches a large bite of gluten sweet and takes it to his mouth. I chewed it in the first place and again pinched the next gluten sweet...... after repeating the motion a few times, I opened the comic book of reading again with a satisfactory narrowing of my eyes.

... Dirty fingertips with gluten sweets were wiped with a wet tissue just before the maid Yukimura senpai touched the comics. Senior Yukimura's maid skills are quite high. Exactly because it runs out. This place is like some fancy salon, or a host club... The two seniors looked good, so I was going to fall into that extra illusion. The demon king, who receives even the rightful treatment of the royal nobility, is just a "demon king" in his previous life. I was only a brave man, but I was frightened. I made an early noise to Senior Yukimura, who tried to wipe my fingertips, so much so that I lowered my head and asked him to stop, please.

Carefully wiping my fingers by a maid of honor, Yukimura Senior, is a perverse act that gallivates my healthy spirit. I want you to give me a break. The hurdles I had to cross, the rooted common temperament, were too high.

Senior Yukimura seemed dissatisfied, but thankfully, thanks to Director Park Hara's spoken words, he managed to get me to give up and to this day.

Even on that......,

(The demon king is being fed by the garden manager... and Fu is starting to get used to Mr. Komura...)

It is also a problem that the Demon King is not superficially uncomfortable at all because he also accepts it naturally. Why don't we just forget we're new recruits? I don't know what to think, I was usually in the opposite position.... No, although I don't even think the Demon King has the consciousness to be a new joiner in the first place, and I'm likely to end up preaching my mind in vain.

"I wonder if a muffin would suit your mouth better for Chiba. I tried baking chocolate chip muffins, here you go."

And it can be that not all demon kings are fed anything. I'm already looking forward to some delicious baked treats offered with a smile on my face. Somewhat... no, although locally quite over-friendly... the trouble is, this sorority was becoming a cozy place for me too.

"Thank you, … I'll have it"

The muffins are fragrant, with a crisp surface and a moist finish inside, always impressively equine. Isn't it professional?

Because my own mother wasn't very good at cooking (sometimes days were too busy to be where they were), she grew up unrelated to these handmade confectionery, so she was also fresh.

"Would you like a replacement for some tea?

"Oh, thank you"

I'm also starting to get used to my maid-dressed seniors coming to baking care for me for what they deserve. But confectionery is a bad idea to get used to this as a junior anyway. I feel bad...

"But I'll do it myself..."

"Let me do it, sir"

"... please don't just that husband, Mr. Komura"

I have asked you so many times, but Senior Yukimura immediately calls me your husband, whether it's deliberate or natural mess. He gave me the finger wipe, but he's not willing to pull it off when it comes to calling your husband.

"Oh... sorry"

"No... you don't want me to apologize..."

... Somehow, he's another senior who has trouble treating the Demon King in a different way.

I want you to stop calling me your husband, but even if I say it too tight, I get horns. He's a senior at first, trying to be a maid.

"... Thousand Hanes, there will be resistance, but please forgive Yukimura's behavior"

Manager Yukimura came between me and Mr. Komura, and that's what I've been working on.

"Yukimura is trained to be worthy of his master, who will be touring one day. - It would be helpful if you could just accept this room."

If you are begged with a worried face, even by the director of the garden who always smiles, it is difficult to refuse from a standpoint.

Something seemed to be going on in the atmosphere, and I couldn't push it any further, and I admitted that it was flowing into the air on the spot.... I know very well what's wrong with me. People call it a bad habit because it's hard to heal, even if you know it.

"As the perfect servant, now I want to serve the Lord."

I took a sneak sigh of sight of Yukimura, who lay down her eyes and mocked herself.

"Please leave only inside this room"

That's what I asked.

"But - why a maid? Deacon if you want..."

"It's a maid."

If this is where you keep asking me what I've always cared about as an opportunity, I've been silenced by the feeling of eating and I can't find the next word.

"It's a maid."

I told you twice, this guy...

Senior Yukimura really wants to be a maid.

(... Well, people have their own place to aspire to,... right?

I'm looking forward to a mediocre life too... where I don't have to understand...

- Let's hope that one day his husband, who shows up, is a tolerant and broad-minded person who even a man's maid laughs and accepts. For Senior Yukimura.

The sound of the Demon King playing a comic book page and the smell of tea drifting indoors summed up the air in the room just a little bit.

But the atmosphere didn't last long.

Just when I finished eating my muffins, the door of the room suddenly opened without a knock, and stormy visitors jumped inside.

"Ver! Verzelle! Chest shit. I met him! Why are you wandering around at such a bright time? Ow! Ow! Squeeze! Give me the sweets!

The guy who had suddenly broken into the peaceful chamber was a discerning opponent characterised by red hair.

The intruder, who seemed to be in an oblique mood and even just one-ranked up his grim (not good) meishi face to something even more vicious, hung up his temper and yelled at the director of the garden, ignoring the confectionery. It was a level of nasty facade that would be caught in the current criminal of complete blackmail once the confectionery was replaced by gold. No, even confectionery is a suspicious place.

- The appearance of an unexpected person who appeared abruptly froze the indoor air in an instant.

No, it could have been my heart that froze.

(............ Ver...... zee... l...?

I found that the familiar name caught my blood all at once.

The ends of the hands and feet chill in tension and tremors gush. For the first time in a long time, I feel like my whole body is total hair.

He withstood the battle impulse that instantly reached the threshold by gripping his sword-explored hand all the way through.

- Demon Dragon, Verzelle.

Under the Demon King, there is one Eight Demon General.

Make it the head of the Dragon Clan, the strongest dragon.

Except for the Demon King, who was special, Verzelle is the most fought demon in my previous life.

It can't be forgotten either.

It was said that if it were only strength, even the Four Demons Horse, which is at the top of the Eight Demons General, would prevail.

And in fact, you were right.

"Miichi..."

I slammed off the words of Director Park Hara, who almost said something, and the red-haired intruder - Yaichi Seto - screamed the moment he found me in the room.

"Silver-haired Yarrow's brother! What the hell are you doing here...! You even came in for an exploration!?

My brother in this world has no silver hair.

Silver hair was... a cleric from a previous life.

Senior Park Hara did his hand on his forehead and took a deep sigh. And after a long sigh,

"Dumir."

Yes, I called Seto in a chilling voice.

"Whatever it takes, it's too far-fetched. I would have told you the new joiner was in. I can't believe you gave it that name, even though it's a shaded room. - Now you can't just take them home."

Dumir of prison flames.

There is one Four Demons.

The head of the Beast Demon clan, characterised by burning scarlet body hair.

- Oh, it's a decision.

I can no longer doubt it.

These guys, in their previous lives, were our enemy, - of the Demons... and the reincarnators of the high-ranking Demons.

I did miss a lot.

... The Demon King is reincarnating.

I don't know why I've never thought about the possibility that other demons are reincarnating...

(Holy crap......)

Do you know my brother?

This is happening.

That a former demon tribe exists in this school.

- I know, I don't think I'm leaving it, and if I did, I'd be taking some action. You should have said something to me.

(So... you're saying my brother doesn't know these guys exist...?

But the Demons know who his brother was in his previous life.

I was relieved by that fact.

"What are you doing to my brother?"

If that's the case, I can't overlook it.

Even that brother, - he's just one "brother" to me.

"Huh? It doesn't matter. Aren't you the one who asked your brother to explore us?

"... no. I came here occasionally..."

Trying to be a coincidence, I notice it once again and the words break off.

- Fulfilled, was it really a coincidence?

It was... the Demon King who led me here.

Suppose you knew everything and were guided -...?

I looked back at the Demon King.

I see eye to eye with the demon king who was staring at this one by putting the comics down.

From the loss of emotion, terribly inorganic eyes, I could not read anything.

"Either way, if you found out, you can't stop talking, can you?... I got away with it all the time, but not this time. - Don't ignore me, Oi!

He grabs his shoulder and pulls back.

Being conscious of the Demon King, I rolled off the chair I was sitting in.

"Dumil! Stop being abusive!

For some reason, Director Park Hara - Verzelle raises the voice of restraint.

But I wasn't that close.

Although I avoided crawling on the ground with my hands, I was distracted by other things in a situation where I put my butt on and exposed myself to an unusual appearance.

(... tel... you know... me...)

I can't turn my head well.

- What makes you so shocked? I didn't understand at this time.