The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

"... really, what are you doing, I'm"

A grunt somewhere lacking in glory leaked from the mouth of the bargaining, which merely watched his brother's body lose power and fall into the couch as he slipped.

The meal was on the way, but I no longer think any more food would go through my throat, and I get up and travel to the side of my brother's sleeping couch.

Forced to sleep by medicine, his brother lay with a rugged face wrinkled between his eyebrows.

A bitter juice resembling regret also seeps into the face of the bargaining that overlooks it.

Such... a forceful imitation of twisting the will of my brother will surely keep my mind apart even in this world. - As it was in previous life.

But... even if I were to lose my brother's trust, I couldn't forgive him.

"I can't believe you're so angry at someone for scarring you"

Even if he's hurt, he'll never rely on his strong brother, so angry, so angry, so hateful, - I can't believe he's adorable.

(You're distorting me, too, mostly)

Love is no excuse, and if it passes, it's only poison.

Negotiation smiles of self-derision at his mouth, untying his brother's tie, which was loosely tightened, and opening his collar.

The wrapped neck of a white bandage became dewy.

"... don't hurt me too much"

The past and present shake my heart and disturb my emotions.

"I'm going to regret calling you here."

Even if there was a reason why I had to, I get confused and anxious that I might have been wrong.

I just told you the truth, this brother won't bend his beliefs, and he won't change.

Now he had a high out-of-the-box pride, overconfident in his power, and therefore tended to take his life lightly.

My life is more expensive than the rarity of wanting to live - there are some places that are so blue.

"I want to lock you up somewhere where no one can touch you."

Even if it was an unacceptable act, it could be possessed by such absurd delusions. Fear and anxiety in the chest are real, which is why feelings can be driven in the wrong direction.

"Fight, I gave you permission so clearly, - can't you remove the shackles in you in my words"

Once upon a time, a brave man never pointed a holy sword at a man.

I insisted that that was a demon-cutting sword and didn't bend myself to the end.

While he was unhappy that he was a brave man, I guess he tried to be a brave man like him.

People's - hopefully.

The 'ex-brainer' of such a twist was reincarnated and much rounded up.

Negotiations lay one knee on the couch, and next on the tie, he goes to unwrap the bandage wrapped around his brother's neck.

I whispered to my unconscious brother as he carefully removed the bandage wrapped in snoring.

"Who wrapped this around?

My brother is, in fact, quite clever.

The appearance of bandages that are good or distorted everywhere is too bad shit for my brother to wrap them around himself.

It's hard to be noticed because I don't make it any better to inspire my own abilities and live with care to be as discreet as possible, but my brother's specs are surprisingly high.

I do a whole lot of chores and stuff, I'm a divine class like how to handle knives and so on, and as long as I have a lot of asshole-like words and deeds, I definitely complete the average score on every subject test, and if I don't even get the sport out of hand, I have the physical ability to the extent of fixing my grades there in any competition.

I mean, I was simply "motivated" to say what was most missing from my brother. … On the contrary, I cannot say that it is the most important factor in living.

In addition, my "unmotivated" brother is extraordinarily obsessed with being normal, so it's a mystery and suspicious whether the day will come when his abilities will be seen in the future to fulfill them.

… but the bargaining itself will not be troubled.

Whether my brother is poorly done, or lacks motivation, if you see him full of it, you'll say about one of his dislikes, but that's all.

After my father, I only had to inherit, and my brother thought that if he wanted... he could live the way he wanted.

- Until recently.

(This is ego)

How did it get so distorted?

From where, why...

It's hard to solve that, even when you ask your own mind, like a yarn that has become intricately entangled.

Don't untie me (as much) as a bandage I could have taken away.

Is it exclusivity, dominance, protection, or dependence?

I just want to keep it connected.

I want to connect them and make their existence solid.

For that matter...

Take away your body, take control, surround you--

Thoughts that began to run in disgusting directions were pushed aside by the reason that still remained painfully.

(... ridiculous)

If you're the kind of person you get for that, you do that a long time ago.

"I know."

- That doesn't mean anything, even in those places.

Still, a blue flaming passion that wants you to succumb to connect burns you at the bottom of your stomach.

My brother has changed since he came to this school.

I don't know what to say, but my brother has been active and active lately.

- The evidence is left abominably tight in my brother's neck, right in front of me.

"I don't have the power to heal wounds with such a simple spell."

The ominous scar wrapped around his neck was still brand new and blood seeped into the gauze that had covered his wound.

The effect of the spell I just unraveled only paralyzed the pain in the wound.... It hasn't even reached healing.

"You're buying me too much."

I was expecting it, but the results in front of me gave me a feeling of frustration.

I am now so powerless and humble that I cannot compare myself to when I was a cleric.

- Yet my brother, he believes it.

I feel more frustrated with my brother than I feel guilty.

"The brave man" knows nothing about the "clergy," a servant of a devout and clean God, - I pretended to think so for a long time.

"We were fighting together, so you know,"

Don't worry about the despicable, and don't be particularly merciful.

"No, knowingly you believed I was innocent"

So easily deceived and deceived by falsehood.

He believed in God, hating God.

And about the priest who is a believer in God.

Because at least the correctness existed there.

But on the contrary, being a cleric, I met a brave man, which gave rise to a glimmer of doubt about God.

And the suspicion grew stronger with each passing hour.

I wonder if God, who makes one human being so responsible, is truly right in fulfillment?

So I couldn't help but be surprised at my brother, who very naturally joined hands in a situation where I didn't need to get in shape against my parents and surroundings.

What do you pray for?

How could he have been so restrained and rejected and even disgusted?

Ridiculous story, but I even felt betrayed.

I am aware that there is some difficulty in being too nervous these days.

- I had a sweet estimate that even if my brother came to school, he could deal with it more calmly.

(It's a miscalculation.)

But I should have predicted.

For a long time - I've been swayed by this brother.

Over here from the dormitory, we get to the island and make an early noise, we go into the reflection room, we don't have time to die in a slightly gazed gap, we don't have time to get out of the newspaper, we don't have time to get tightened up the steeple, we don't have time to rest our minds chilled from next to next. Even though it is still less than two months after enrollment, it is too much in turmoil. Besides, it's the end of belonging on its own to the Backwind. It is incomprehensible why I would want to engage myself in such a harsh, people-rough black organization. Even though it seems like it would be nice to have at least a word of consultation, it is also disheartening that it was an ex-post consent.

What kind of mouth says you want to live in mediocrity, discreetly and noiselessly? Isn't it the opposite?

It is a natural right as a brother to set up moxibustion on such a keen brother.

"... Well, it's time to punish, Sho"

Being pressured against my irresistible brother, I'm sure he'll look far from clean and even nasty.

"It is Lilith Liage-Silencis-Cassias-Le-Enjune, who is the ancestor of Heaven and Earth and commands Almighty. Answer my prayers now and then.

Thousands of times... no, the negotiations, which have been innumerable, slowly put my face closer to my brother.

Even now that the world is different, God is generous even to Himself, who has cast himself into the sin of scorning His Son, and He enjoys His bounty in the remnants of His affair.

"Give this man a breath of healing and regeneration in the name of the faithful servant of the Goddess, Harves-Tor-Riley Hin."

If - if God existed truthfully and righteously, he would not be strange to be pierced by the thunder of heaven...

Negotiation stopped the movement, realizing that a small piece of breadcrumb was stuck on the edge of his mouth, which he tried to touch at the time when he finished casting the spell.

Somewhere swallowing and dumb, the mouth of the bargaining is just a little slack.

"... because I eat in a hurry"

I remembered my brother, who was busily moving his mouth around like a squirrel, and a much smaller grin dropped zero.

I could have taken it with my fingers, but the bargaining deliberately licked it with my tongue.

And as it were, slip a breadcrumbed tongue into my brother's mouth, which was slightly open.

Like feeding a chick.

He invades his brother's mouth by summing up only a little guilt under such a cliché pretext.

On the tongue, the aroma and bitterness of the coffee came fluttering.

Taste the leftover incense and release the 'power' with a mouthfeel.

In doing so, one hand is placed on the neck wound from which healing is also applied.

From the inside and out, treatment was attempted simultaneously.

This is the first time I've done this.

- Outside the island, it had little effect.

I have tried applying similar treatment to my younger brother in elementary school. It was when I was caught in a landslide in mountain learning. Immediately after reuniting with his brother, he performed healing magic on his brother, who was full of creativity. - But the result was just being poked at his own powerlessness.

It was then that I resolved to regain my 'power'.

- I never felt so helpless.