The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

One dog, overlapping two shadows, dropped him off and returned to the woods, where his dwelling place was.

The tail was satisfactorily, somewhere proudly shaking.

The dog who leads to the little cave that is now his residence realizes that there are ancestors there.

A white bird laid out the dog's bed and relaxed in a graceful manner.

The bird humans call a crow should be black by nature, but this bird is a rare crow whose entire body is covered with white feathers.

The white crow was on the island before the dog.

I don't have an in-laws to shy away from because I'm a native, but I also owe it to you to "let me know" about my husband's favorite crisis just this time. The dog laid beside the white crow and slept beside it with adultery.

One and one leaned against each other, and laid back on the rest of the time -

* * *

It's me. You're Beechkow.

In this world, it's called a dog.

Anything, the name Beechkow seems to be the most dull, very puzzling "Chiuken" name in this country.

"Chiuken" means a dog who devotes himself to his husband.

That would be the perfect name for me. It is a serious name.

I was so happy and happy that my tail seemed to tear me apart that I got a very good name.

He gave me a lot of food like that.

It's my favorite food.

I'm getting better and better.

I'm a dog now.

And even before I was born, I was a dog.

But before that again, it wasn't a dog, it was a bastard thing.

The world I live in is different now.

So I was an equinox called 'The Demon of Man (Rosedale)'.

Then, twice, it is given its name.

It's two names: the current name Beechkow, and - when he was a man demon named Aloys.

Demons are the sons of men and demons.

It may resemble someone who is called a half in this world.

A child born between man and demon is a demon.

Either way, I'm a Hanbun, a Hanbun demon..., I was born as that kind of thing.

The demon was a pain in the ass.

Not people, not demons.

He possessed power and appearance that no man had, he was weaker than a demon, he was taunted, he was deceived, and he was deceived by both.

I was born from the belly of a woman of man, a demon of man raised by man.

- No, you wouldn't say they raised that one.

Connected to the crust, he was served only food to live, munched, and made a spectacle.

Children's demons are rare, so when they were found and captured by humans, they were not immediately killed and often made into spectacles.

... Still, I was probably better off yet because I wasn't looking good.

A person born with the beauty of man's choice. A demon was given a hectic pill… rather than being screwed up until his body was frightened as a human toy and died alive, I guess... it was better.

The beautiful demon who was with me and my uncle died when the humans made him nasty.

To humans, it seems that human demons are a different equinox from humans. It doesn't matter to them, like half a pound of blood.

My mother, seeing the hairy baby born from her belly, went insane and died without her weakened body by having a child. The story is that she was a beautiful woman, but because of her beauty, she was blindfolded and offended by the Demons, so "beautiful" doesn't necessarily bring only happiness.

Either way, I don't know my mother's face or my father's.

And I don't think I care about that.

The mother is human.

His father was a demon.

- Which way, because it's a different kind of thing from me.

I was alone.

A lone equinox in the world.

That was me.

Even though it's the same "demon," it's not like me.

I'm sure until then, I thought I was going to die alone… alone.

But - one day.

I meet one human being.

Do you want to live?

That's what he's been asking in a quiet voice.

Demons are "killed" before they become adults.

Alternatively, even if he were to rise to death, he would spend his whole life as a "servant demon (which)" connected to a magician by a highly magical man - the Lord (who is also) - and crushed with it.

... However, unlike regular servant demons, there are few human beings with the power to "suppress" human demons, so unless it was a force that was going to do something so special for humans, it was mostly "disposed of" to make a mess of them later.

That went by as a "deterrent" to the demons.

"Fear" is one of those things that can make people zankok everywhere.

It was the night before my murder.

The one who showed up alone in the dark night told me to just wait for death to come up in the cage.

"You have a right to revenge on a human being."

It was the voice of a young man.

A lively and strange voice, even though there is little discouragement. From that voice, I felt something terribly unbalanced.

The figure could only be discerned to the extent that the silhouette was known slightly.

That's about it, it was a dark night.

But if -- if you're going to turn that fang on people and hurt them, I'm going to have to take you down.

The cage opened with a gentle unlocking sound.

"So if you want to survive, forget your grudges and get out of here... get out of people and live in the realm of demons"

The man who came into the cage without fear broke my chain barefoot. - It was an impossible force as a person.

Moreover, the chain that connects me is specially made with a powerful magic sealing technique, and it should be a substitute that cannot be beaten by every magician there. There have been several magicians who have snuck in here craving my power before, but none of them could take it off as one.

He glances at the man who made him break off his tough chain so easily.

"... what you're saying, you know?

Even with the demon in front of him, the tone was light and even brighter, but his eyes staring at this one nearby were darker and colder than the dark night.

(Ah... this guy is zesty about something too)

It was the eyes of those who were desperate and scorching themselves into rolling hatred.

I was mesmerized by those horrible eyes, and I was nodding unconsciously.

And throw one question.

"Are you Ningen?

The man who was about to walk away looked back at me and after showing a bare gesture of getting lost in the answer for just a few moments, he still answered with some vain (depressing) voice on his bright cousin.

"It's human. - Sometimes I forget myself."

And after another silence,

"If there is a place in this world that can be freed from demons and human bites, I'd like to live in such a place."

He grabbed the pattern of the sword he offered on his hips, and the man flipped his cape and walked away.

I was supposed to lose my life by the man.

But living apart was more difficult than I imagined.

The demon couldn't even be a demon.

People.

It is also a demon.

Not for people.

Not by demons.

I, who was to be tightened out of both, was also targeted and continued to be attacked by demon things this time, even in the realm of demons.

A place unrelated to people and demon bites.

Such a place was nowhere in this world.

At the end of the search, I finally went down full of creativity.

- I don't think anyone will have enough.

Maybe it was against the man who saved me on a whim, or maybe it was to tell myself.

Either way, I was dying a second time.

But...

"Is he alive?

By those who have done so, I will once again connect my life.

The only one who spoke to me who was dying was the one king with mighty power to unite the demons.

- The demon king picked me up (...) and took me back to my residence so I finally got a safe place to live.

The Demon King - or living with him, was a very quiet day by then.

Sometimes the servants were disgusted, but once they were blinded to death, few of the ones involved were gone.

Though I have been spoken ill of in the past, I could say that it is too much of an environment for me to be harmed directly.

You can't get into an ori without being connected to a crease, and you can't have trouble eating if you're not stuck with a demon.

The days there were so peaceful and boring.

Or he put me by his side, but never asked for anything in particular.

Sometimes it was enough to feed me, so I was free to behave the way I wanted.

I've tried biting it because it's so blurry.

But they didn't deal with me.

Of course, my fangs didn't hurt my temples.

Or he put his strength upon other demons, and because of his power and desire, the demons followed.

Some demons did not, but most of the demons craved the power of the sword.

I didn't like it when Sagittarius helped the Demon Clan. I tried to ask him to stop, but he couldn't hear me.

Or he didn't seem to think anything about it.

Nothing I didn't think was mundane, but that's what happened now and in the past.

It had a mundane part that could not be worn, neither in the world of men, nor in the world of demons.

I was nearest to Tsuruji, but I didn't know much about Tsuruji, and I'm glad to hear that.

I'm still not sure what Rujitsu is thinking...

Without knowing what kind of whim it was, he saved me again.

I liked that twist.

It set me free. I loved the twist.

So, knowing that the "brave" were approaching the castle, I jumped out of the castle, unable to stay or not.

Forget the important promises you made.

The "brave man" had already tried to reach the abyss of the realm of demons where the king's castle was located.

The power of the brave was overwhelming.

In just one swing, you wipe out a dozen more demons.

Even the powerful demon clan withdrew in a few combinations.

But it wasn't its strength or its beauty that surprised me.

"The Brave Man" was the man of the day.

I figured it out for me, although I was a mundane myself when I was just a man at first sight on a dark night.

At the moment of understanding, a "sword of doom" with blue and white phosphorescence was struck and waved by the demons, the enemies of the man.

Together with a large number of other demons, he slaughtered extensively, and I also rolled into the ground with mortal wounds. With only a few moments of events like blinking, most demons instantly turned into just a chunk of meat, not long before avoiding them instead of fleeing.

From within the blood, in the barely remaining consciousness, follow the brave men who fight only by moving their eyeballs.

The brave man's bright hair color shimmered under the light of day. And when the blood of the devils was brought down, there was not a brave man in the blood, whether some guardian was at work.

The figure boasted the beauty of God's servant until he was worthy and divine.

The sun looks better than the dark night.

Such a man with a blessed figure of God, however - keeps slaughtering (hoffing) demons with darker and colder eyes than before. Not even a piece of pity, brutally everywhere, just killing all of the demons...

Naturally, the brave didn't even notice me.

Perhaps for the brave... no, a thousand or ten thousand - it was just one of the demons that had killed a huge number, only such a tiny being.

"Live," the hand that saved my life pruned my life.

But - the brave man was also giving me proper advice.

"If you're going to turn that fang on people and harm them, I'm going to have to take you down."

Even now, I can remember it absurdly vividly.

The brave man executed what he said.

That's all we're talking about.

So... I didn't know what it was like to hate or be flattered, especially.

If I hadn't been saved then, I wouldn't have seen him again. I was even more thankful than flattered. Or so important to me.

Brave men, strong.

And it's also strong.

(Or brave, which would be stronger...)

Hopefully, I don't want you two to fight.

Tsukiji.

Tsukiji.

A brave man will come.

I'm sure no one can stop the "brave".

Otherwise they won't be enemies.

... I'm worried about the twist.

Can you win?

I want you to win.

Oh... I'm worried...

Or oh, I can see. I'm such a loner, so I need to get back soon.

"Aloise," he says, calling me.

(... I'm going to be by your side right now, or...)

But I can't move anymore...

from but heavy as stone.

Back off.

I want to get back.

Even if this life is over, get back to where it belongs.

That's what I'm deciding.

I want to get back and stop that man.

You have to kill the sword.

And do me a favor.

I need you to kill that man.

That man and I are somewhat alike.

What a miserable place.

Dark eyes?

Alone?

I'm with you, so I kind of get it.

Though I am weak and weak with both of us, the sarcasm of being alone is irrelevant to strength and weakness.

Wait, there is.

I'm sure I'll find my way back.

Because I screwed up.

Because no matter how long it takes, I'm sure I'll try to find the rubber.

So..., I'm sure..., it's stuck...

I have it.

In the distant days, it rises to the eyelids.

"All the time, let me stay with you"

"You won't be able to do it forever."

"No, I do. No matter what happens, no matter how far and how different this looks, I will find you and stay with you."

Okay, well, then you can do whatever you want. Or you let me do that.

The promise that I made to you is still being kept.

Every time I was reborn, I searched for the rubber and found it.

Even if you don't know who I am.

If only I could stay by the twist. [M]

As a "loyal dog," I can still stand by my neck.

- Because by the rubber buckwheat, it's where I live.

* * *

Dogs dream.

Dream of brave men leaning in and relaxing to each other.

Standing on a spacious meadow, following the blurry and windy whereabouts with his eyes. Then a brave man says something and laughs lightly.

But there is no more dark shadow in those eyes.

There's just a bright clear light.

The mouth of the rubber is also slightly relaxed (yu) So, two words and three words... give back to the brave man with few words.

The sight of a dream that never happened...

The dog enjoys relaxation and freedom by those two.

Drunk by pale happiness.

The dog dreams again.

Dream of being with you while you and your favorites twist.

It's a dream, not a dream.

As much as I did earlier, the two of you are actually messing around.

Or "raw" thicker than usual when you're with your favorites.

Strengthens the ability to live.

Very good.

This time.

I'm sure it will.

In his dreams, the dog wiped his tail off.

- In the real world, the white crow that hit the dog's brown tail looked annoying, but the dog, who was a resident of the dream world, stayed in a happy dream without realizing it.