The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

- After a while, several panda masks came after me who succeeded in escaping the chase of Beechkow.

They just appeared out of the corner of the school building with a bullet in their footsteps, but I couldn't help but walk through the side of the school building.

"Where have you been?!?

"Did you go inside the school building...?

"I may have hidden in the classroom inside...!

"I'm gonna look for you for a smudge crush!

"... If I don't find him, I can make him try 'Magic Tea' again...!!

"I can't! I can't do this anymore! I can't do that! I'm dying! It kills me!"

"If you don't like it, look!... I'm dying to find you! We have to find it... we don't have tomorrow... ugh."

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But I'm not willing to take your place. I don't even want to drink magic tea, which is almost like poison. All I can do is pray for their happiness. Everyone has the cutest self. Sure, I was a former brave man, but unfortunately I was never on the side of justice or a saintly prince.

After waiting for their signs to go far,

"- Thanks, Ter. mkyu na"

I once again spoke to the Demon King who was standing next to me on the top of the Buddha.

What the hell is going on?

Leaning against the wall and holding on to the two arms of the demon king wrapped in his uniform, I can think of a way to explain it.

- During the call with my brother, I had already sensed that the Demon King was moving toward us.

I just didn't know if the Demon King's purpose was to go see Beechkow or join me, so I didn't even tell him not to come, so I told him to "like it" at the time.... I didn't want to make an over-conscious mistake statement about "don't come to me" even though my purpose is beechkow.

However, the advent of Nezu and his itchy companions caused things to change so rapidly that he instructed the Demon King, who had already come all the way around the F school building, not to "move" again in piercing correspondence. Because if you want to go straight to the cliffs where the bees are, we'll definitely bowl them together. The same applies, of course, if "I" was the aim.

Either way, if the Demon King showed up in front of the Alliance, things would have gotten extra worse, - and if he did poorly, he risked catching both of them.

Even if it is possible to escape with the power of the Demon King, I want to avoid using it to the fullest, and I do not want the Demon King to use that power as much as possible. But...

(I ended up using it this way...)

To shake off the panda mask, I asked the Demon King to "recognize alienation".

I calculated that it was possible to escape by the Demon King's "power" if I reached the F school building where I myself had stopped the Demon King.

I am well aware that what I am doing is somewhere inconsistent and against reason.

I also have feelings about it.

And guilt for the Demon King.

Because I feel like I'm letting you use it all the time when it's convenient for you,... extra.

"It's a guild.... the Alliance has come to get me"

I thought about deception, but decided that the Demon King was a party and that future measures would be necessary, so I decided not to cover up and tell the Demon King everything that had happened earlier.

But just lay low about the previous life of the Hood man known as Instructor Nezu.

No matter how many people you think of can predict,... almost sure, you can't reveal that to the Demon King as long as you're hiding who you are, and - if possible, some parts of you badly wished for that prediction to be off the hook.

The demon king who was listening in silence,

"So this wound?"

That's what makes me crawl my fingertips around my neck somewhere uncomfortable.

A tingling and sharp pain ran to the neck muscle.

"Don't touch..."

They must have been rubbed (sucked) with the stubble stem and hurt because they were rammed over strangled pretty tightly. I don't see it myself, but I feel a tingling fever.

I'm sure it stands out because it's not part of hiding in a uniform. Even with allowances and bandages, it stands out. It stands out even without exposing the wound. The place is the place, so either way, it should draw attention.

I'm sick of it.... I need to be careful not to bowl in with my brother for a while.

I can still hear the footsteps of the panda masks looking for me from inside the F school building.

... doesn't seem to give up. I don't like being drunk "magic tea" that much...... Well, you don't like it..., I definitely don't like it either.

Perhaps we should move out of this place soon, but there were still panda masks wandering around the school building. Some of them are also crossing in front of us when we're explaining the situation to the Demon King. Of course at that time I couldn't find it because I closed my mouth and erased the signs, but when I moved it would be easier to remain quietly breathless until the panda masks gave up and left this place.

"... and a wrist"

The Demon King's gaze dropped around my hand grabbing his arms, and I was followed and turned to you.

Since contact with the Demon King and parts of his body makes others subject to cognitive alienation, I have always held the Demon King's arm.... I felt somewhat awkward staring around my wrist. There, he still had a scratch that he scratched when he forcefully broke the branch when he got out of the snare restraint, seeping blood.

"This much..."

No big deal, I open my eyes.

The demon king's hand, which was touching his neck, grabbed my jaw up on the lid, and his thin lips, which looked terrible, approached him, and it was shown in his sight greatly to follow my name as "Kakel".

It was too sudden an act -, in a completely pretentious form.

The context, the feelings, the words, everything that's left behind, I just take it for granted.

The lips I touched were unexpectedly warm.

Warm, hot, surprised by that heat first.

I guess that image was in the corner of my head unconsciously because those lips I touched on the coast below the cliff were so cold and frozen like ice.

This is the second time I've touched that lip.

At first sight, there was no demon king's consciousness, and it was probably done without even knowing who he was,... an act only I knew.

That is only a measure to save lives.

But for the second time, this is-- One, what?

Swallow by surprise, confusion and confusion, it was me who had even forgotten to resist for a moment, but just as soon as I returned to me, I pushed the Demon King's arm and chest, turning away.

"Hey... stop... eh"

Once removed, the lips are also pressed against the wall all the way and the jaw is firmly fixed and superimposed again.

"Nku... ugh."

- A strange voice came out of his nose, attacked by sudden shame, but the power of the Demon King to hold him down throughout his body and seal his resistance is quite strong... and now he is in the middle of being protected by the power of "perceived alienation", thus weakening his power to try and shake him anywhere in a situation where he cannot even beat him to the detour.

It is not usual that what the Demon King thinks and does is flighty and unintelligible, but this was just as extreme an act.

(Why this... eh)

From inside the F school building, you can still hear the noisy noises of the panda masks looking for me. If you rub it with the Demon King here now, you're in high danger of finding it.

"Awareness alienation" does not extend to sound, smell, etc., even if the object is concealed. The limit of abilities around it has already been confirmed with the Demon King.

... I've been around for a while, but I'm tired of resisting anymore.

This is Cargamo. A bird. A pet. The bird is just playing (deflecting) with his mouth (beak). Dobbs. Dobbs.

... I decided to think so.

It must be another strange thought or diagonal idea, but it must be unfolding in the eighth place brain of that grade. I have a completely incomprehensible thought circuit, this guy.

'Open your mouth. I can't let you in.'

But that 'voice' that resonated with my head, which was somewhat of a throwing mode, was just a little bit, and I immediately rejected it.

"Silly... ugh. Don't let me in...!

"Open it."

"... oh man! Seriously, don't!... hey... don't lick your teeth! Don't put your teeth up against your teeth! Don't scratch your lips!

My anger gauge builds up in the midst of a young, deserted Demon King who behaves at will without any further ado.

(Son of a bitch, if people are grown up, you can follow me..., you can do whatever you want...)

I'm busy licking and smoking and pinching. None of the sexual skills, by the way. The movement was unwieldy and awkward. I knew it was a bird. That was the level of bird attached to it. I was thankful in the sense that it wasn't something that inspired sexiness, but I'm also getting stronger and stronger about being free to do whatever I want.

Of course I am not willing to open my mouth or anything. It's not stuck around your mouth.

Inter-mouth (creeping) defenses continue.

I stubbornly tied my lips and resisted Cargamo's mouth (beak) attack.

………………

And long. Bad give up.

How long are you going to keep going? Persistent men will hate you.

"Huh... Huh..."

I really don't like the faint breathing sound that leaks when I breathe with my nose, as if I'm feeling it. But that's why if I hold my breath, I'm dead. Does the Demon King depend on killing me..., I feel so much more in danger for my life this way than I did when I fought in my previous life.

When I cemented my clench that I wouldn't mind you finding me in Pandamascus anymore, I'd kick your ass...

My ears picked up the little footsteps bending this way around the corner of the school building.

Before I saw him flush sideways, I found Nezu wearing his hood back deep again, and I accidentally opened my mouth when I had... I'm an asshole.

Ignoring this sense of crisis that jumped instantly, the Demon King's tongue came screwed into his mouth just as he waited. I'm an asshole too, but this guy is probably an asshole too.