The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

After I left my room, I went straight to the back mountain without going back to the dorm.

There are various things that you would find inconvenient in living in a dorm, and of course there would be individual differences, but there should be only a few places where you can be alone and not many people should feel depressed about it.

In fact, I often hear complaints like that.

Even if we maintain a good relationship with our fellow roommates, we still yearn for a single room where we can all relax and relax.

It's also a story that people in S and A classes who are winning a single room can nod at it as one of their stats.

I also have a good relationship with Rokkaya now, although it was at first that I was obstinate (stuck) and made a difference, I think... Still, sometimes this is how I want to be alone, and there have been several times before when I sneak off to Back Mountain.

... I can imagine that Rokkaya himself probably used the way out and climbed the back mountain on his own, just like I did before, since it was the same Rokkatani that was the one who most taught me the way out to the cliffs of that back mountain. Six Valleys has lived in dormitories a lot longer than me.

When the trees broke off and I went into the space where the sesame grass grew, I left my bag on the spot and looked out at the sky and the sea, which stretched far. Though it was still a little while until sundown, the position of the sun was close to the horizon and the sky had already been shot with a cedar. I am blinded by the beauty of the colors that nature creates.

Looking at the sight, my rough heart seemed to gradually calm down. The power of nature is great.

As the wind blows and you put yourself in the magnificent scenery, there are signs that something will rush you from a little further away and your mouth will loosen.

... I can't mistake that sign for something else anymore.

"One!!

A demon king's dog, who came barking cheerfully and at a glance, did it with Gabri instead of greeting my ankle. Still a worn-out asshole dog.

"Hey Beechkow. You really like my feet."

I stroke happily Gabgab sweet biting dog's head with one hand. He's an asshole dog, similar to his husband, but he's adorable and somehow doesn't hate him, and he made him like it.

After stroking his brown head for a while, he eventually thought, "One!," he cries out and leaves his ankle.

"... no, what are you doing eating or something?

I don't think the Demon King, who doesn't even remember to take care of himself, is taking care of Beechkow's feed.

"I'm doing something about it myself... I guess"

"One!"

I leaned my neck against the barking beech at the perfect time.

"I've been thinking, you know, do you understand the human language?

"One!"

"... really."

Though half-heartedly, I reply at such a good time that I seriously wonder if that is the case.

It was just a whim to put it in my mouth.

... Or maybe he wanted to spit it out on someone.

"Hey Beechkow, you, mah... have you heard anything from Ter about Aloys?

"One!"

Beechkow still barked fine as if he could understand my words.

"... does that mean yes?

"One!"

"I heard that Aloys was the mistress of the Demon King, is that true?

"One!"

"...............,... So you really think Aloys is not the mistress of the Demon King?

"One!"

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"One!"

- I knew there seemed to be a lot of impossibility in communicating with you.

I dropped my disappointed shoulder and crouched on the spot, taking a huge sigh.

"Ahhh, I don't know. Already..."

Big blur, I don't mind my uniform getting dirty, I sleep on the meadow (Kusa Ha Ra) and look up at the sky.

And the clouds were red, and the sky of dusk, which was full of blue, was stretched out into sight.

Looking up at the gradients that nature creates, my mind calmed down just a little.

- Speaking of which, this is how I used to look up at the sky a lot. There was usually an endless sky ahead that turned away from earthly neglect.

Is it a seagull...

Overhead high, a white bird was circling over the island. Maybe I'm looking for a stopping tree to rest tonight.

I watched it without anyone knowing.

"Something's gotten tricky..."

When Beechkow sleeps next to me in the same way, he puts his head over his forefoot in the same position as Kuroku. The place like that is still somewhat like a loyal dog.

(Mistress...)

It was an after-school event when various things were discovered at once, but it was still the one that caught my heart the most.

Of course, it was also shocking that the directors of the garden were former demons, but if they recognized it as a fact, they would only have to think about what they think would qualify for later, and for the time being, they would just have to see how things were going.

What still bothers me more than that is the fact that Aloyce was (apparently) the mistress of the Demon King.

It's not strange to have one or two mistresses because they are demon kings.

There were many races in the devil clan that had an easy-going sexual nature.

There were some lowlifes who delighted in capturing, humbling and treating beautiful women of human beings as sex toys, and some who repeatedly committed the hunting act of committing and killing in consolation, without regard to men or women.

Demons and demons were close to catastrophe for humans.

We meet, but at the end of the day, we are forced to take an unfortunate end, - the worst of the worst.

And the Demon King was the king of them all.

It's not surprising that I served more than one mistress in the Sake Pond Flesh Forest, in Harlem, in Ha Ha, and lived a shitty life every day.

……………………

(... No, that would be crazy...)

Imagine, I'm kind of weak.

(No. I can't imagine such a demon king at all...)

To me the Demon King was the Demon King I knew... it didn't look like I had more than one mistress.

Yes. - Multiple.

I didn't hear a word from Mr. Yukimura.

He said.

He said he had the deepest love...

(The best thing is that if you suck at it, there will be a third..., which means that the second or third Aloise attraction could be revealed in the future...?

Even if we are reborn, we don't really change the nature of human beings - I think.

But the Demon King wasn't human, so I don't really know what's going on around there.

(More or less... For the Demons, "mistress" or "plaything" is classified as "what kind of existence"?

- Does that mean the same thing as the "mistress" you imagine?

(I don't know......)

It was a theory in the previous world that demons and humans could not tell in the first place, and that was, in fact, close to the truth.

In men and demons, they were creatures with very different values.

It is also a natural story in a sense because there was a far separation in its potential as a species.

The ecology of the two was so different that it equated to the level of extreme stories, of being able to interact minds with humans and bugs, or to understand each other.

The extra separation was remarkable because it was a neat thing to say, and sometimes people were unhappy.

It is God's fault that he created a strong demonic tribe beautiful… and similar to the shaping of men.

I have to say, "We don't understand each other," so much so that at first glance I feel like we can "understand each other.

If more demonic people had a completely different view than people.

Or if it's something that speaks a different language.

The existence of a human demon may not have been possible.

It's only unfortunate that we can't understand each other, even though the words make sense.

If the words don't make sense, you can give up, but I made the words and complained, and the separation just widens and never narrows. People continued to be frustrated by such helplessness. Even if you beg me to help you, they will kill you. - That despair.

"We don't understand each other," people had to continue to preach to people as cotton. Parents to children, children to their children again.

For the devil's things, they were like bugs to men.

Eat and offend, kill in half the play... no matter how ravaged, - that was the creature that was allowed.

To kill ants and caterpillars, so that humans would not feel guilty, the demonic tribe was also a race that did not bring together sin consciousness or anything else in abusing people.

- Such an exdemon tribe is reincarnated into this Imperial Dong School.

(... if you keep your mouth shut, your brother will get mad...)

It's a heavy load of honesty to keep quiet about the Demon King alone, even though the hiding is out of hand.

(And...)

Earlier, I decided that my brother must not know the reincarnated demons either because he couldn't have kept his mouth shut about the reincarnation of the former demons to himself, - but if you think about it carefully, "Is that brother such a special ball? I don't even think," and if I add further, "Do you really not know that my brother, who has been in this school longer than I have?" It also seems.

I knew and... I knew and I was well thought out for the possibility that I had called myself to this island.

Trouble is, my brother is secretive again.

(In the end, if you suspect...)

Because if you ask poorly about the Demon Clan, it's going to be a snake, and I think that's a bad idea. I don't know who else to deal with, and I imagine it's a hassle to engage my brother in pursuit… it's going to break my bones.

It was true that if I could be called seriousness, I would have preferred not to develop into a troublesome rub.

- Even those people are already human, just like the Demon King..., with red blood running through them.

Senior Yukimura was a weird guy who was seriously training maids for the Lord who was supposed to meet the future one day, and Director Park Hara was always a kind general manager who behaved like a delicious treat to me and smiled and listened to the crap.

He said he was a good manager... and thought he was a good guy.

The room where the product of that subculture hissed was cozy besides thoughts.

It is also the only place that has embraced me and the Demon King who had no place to go.

To be honest, I can't leave. I don't want to stop.

(... you're not totally fed, me)

Already, I want to believe Mr. Yukimura, Director of Park Hara.

I don't want to think of them as harmless to people.

... I didn't want to think about it.

I wanted to believe the word, even if their previous life belonged to the devil.