The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

- Think of it. I've been arguing with clerics all my life.

Especially since it happened after the fight.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to go ahead on your own, you understand...!

"How many times can you tell that it's ridiculous for us all to step aside and fight with friendship?"

"If you go too far away, you won't even receive the magic of healing. At the very least, fight in the operationally valid range."

"Can you still fight like that? I don't need healing in battle. You should be more focused on treating the others than I am."

"Of course, we'll heal you."

- I couldn't do it all or anything, but that's what the cleric made me say.

"I don't need healing magic."

"Something (...)? Did you just say something (...)?

I regretted my inappropriateness when I accidentally slipped my mouth, staring at him with my pale eyes. The stare of a beauty is many times more powerful than an ordinary person.

"... I'm still a brave man, so I can barely feel the pain if I'm mildly ill, and I can't die that easily if I take the deep hand. 'Cause he's tougher than a normal human being."

Slightly hipster, while slightly excruciating, but only on the surface, he says it back without breaking his strong posture. If you're scared, you lose.

"I'm familiar with your shavings, too. Surely you are a 'brave man' … the most powerful of all humans. But I'm never immortal. How much would you cost if you were fatally injured..."

I'm not gonna die.

"Why can you say all that?"

"You're not gonna let me kill you, are you?

Even if I want to die, I'm sure this guy will do everything he can to keep me alive.

As long as I'm a 'brave man'.

As long as I'm worth it as a 'brave man'...

"- That's right. I won't let you die. I call you back from the abyss of death."

"No problem, then."

Buy words for sale.

Too frivolous a provocation close to a light mouth.

I regretted the reward for the fight after I died.

I didn't think cheaply released words would be such a curse to bind "clerics".

I didn't know that a forbidden secret existed to resurrect the dead, and that ignorance was the sin of the late, - and I still didn't know it.

"Do something when you're dying. So... I'll go first."

"Ah...! Wait! I'm not done talking to you yet! If it's a problem, it's a problem! It will be too late to die! Besides, I still need to heal my injuries."

I'm not hurt anywhere.

Running off the scene, I appropriately recieved the cleric's call to desist, and of course went for a camp that had been a crusade base for a few days one foot away without stopping.

- I was supposed to, but I changed my mind along the way, and I redirected to a river a little further from the camp to wash away the demon's return blood and sweat and all sorts of dirt.

Through the sparse forest, river surfaces flowing between the gravel were revealed.

There are no signs of demons or people around. I finally took a breath in the space where I could only hear the sound of leaf rubbing and the spirals of the river.

The depth of the river is enough to cross on foot. It's only wide enough to cross in a matter of minutes.

I take off my gear and clothes by the river and put on a pair of underwear, and I go all the way down to my waist.

We have confirmed that there are no signs of demons around.

The water on the river was clear and beautiful, but very cold.

... you're just right to wash your wounds.

On the left belly and right shoulder of the revealed upper body, the thorns released by the Demons are stabbed.

When he was stuck, he was caught off guard and hit by a souvenir where his defense was sweetening.... I thought I was hiding it in my cape and nobody noticed, but for some reason the cleric seemed to find out.

The thorns were politely returned like arrows.

When I left it to myself, there was intense pain and new blood.

Fortunately, there was no poison attached to the thorns. Though poison resistant, it's not that I don't accept poison at all, it's quite affected, and it took a while for the poison to come out completely. During detoxification it is more troublesome than just a scratch because it is invaded by tiredness and heat. Still, thanks to the protection, it is a body that does not even die of severe poisoning......

Wash your wounds with river water and then cover your entire body with water from your head.

If you only scratch, your natural healing abilities have increased exceptionally since you became a "brave man," so if you let go of some deep hand for a few days, you will heal on your own. If you have minor injuries, sleep overnight and you will be fully healed. Yet there's something wrong with a priest making a scene.

I've worked with other "clerics" before, but only that "cleric" was different.

- Since the first time we met.

Speaking of not needing treatment, most clerics honestly backed off, and since some of them have God's protection in the first place, the brave people thought healing magic and other things were unnecessary because even if they were injured, they would heal their wounds as soon as possible. That was, in a way, a more efficient idea than consuming the magic of a cleric in vain.

The clergy also had individual differences in the amount of magic, and in the level of healing magic.

If I were to try to heal in a limited amount of magic, I would have been left behind.

But the Harves-Tor priest disputed it.

He was the first person to come to me and say, "Is that okay because you're a brave man?"

The merciful, clean, unmistakable walk down the right path inspired a sense of inferiority without any help.

The cleric's care was depressing and frustrating when it was okay.

I didn't like it when it was harsh and I couldn't stay calm.

Cleric Harves-Thor is also one of the "clerics".

What matters to a "cleric" is a "brave man".

... That's all.

Nothing more or less.

I had to tell myself that.

To shake off the clutter, I sank my whole body in the river again.

Looking up at the sky from the bottom of the river, the sunlight just glanced down the river from the edge of the clouds, causing the pattern of flowing water to rise to various shapes.

The scene was beautiful and made me forget the battle with the stinking demon I had thrown myself until earlier. I gradually feel like I was expensive.

For a while I watched the light and the deflection of the water from underwater, and I felt signs of people approaching me and put my face on the water.

I'm surprised I found someone standing by the river.

"Father Harves-Thor..."

Apparently, a cleric had just broken up earlier and followed him to discipline.

"... Are you hurt or something?

I rushed to the cold point to hide the affected area with my hands, but - time is already late.

"Shoulders on my stomach, pretty deep, but I can't believe I'm playing in the water without stopping the bleeding."

It was after being well looked at.

(... isn't there something wrong with the tone...?

I find it even more roundabout and disgusting than usual.

"You have to punish the liar, - Sho"

"Huh...??

- Kakel?

I blinked with my pussy as I stared at the priest sitting by the river.

A cleric steps into the river and comes at me confused.

...... for some reason I return myself to the opposite shore in an attempt to distance myself feeling in danger, but suddenly the resistance of the water increases and I cannot proceed successfully. It was as if the river water had suddenly turned into viscous muddy water.

Trying to scratch the surface with my hands and move on, I'm stunned by what I look like in the water.

There was a strange boy with dark hair who was younger than himself.

(No... no... this too,)

- It's me.

Born and raised in a country called Japan, a different world from here, by the name of Sho Chiba - it's me.

"Xiang"

Soon, both arms of a cleric who had come right behind me caught my upper body.

Silver hair slips off my shoulder.

"Hey... huh...?

Too close,...... no, I guess this is usually held up.

Even my brother has never done this to me...! and panicked thinking that it was uneven somewhere.

"Hey! Uh..."

But I don't know what the hell to call the person behind me, and from there I get lost in the words ahead and make my mouth pound.

Are you a brother or a cleric?

And who are you?

Is it "brave" or "Chiba Sho"? I don't know which one it is.

(Until just now, I was definitely a "brave man"...!

As he was secretly panicking, the cleric briefly chanted "healing" with a palm on his shoulder wound.

Warm magical fluctuations pour into the affected area, causing the pain to draw slowly.

When the wound-covered hand could be removed, the hole worn on the thorn that should have been there was completely blocked and the regenerated skin stained with a pale cherry blossom color.

The wounds on my stomach are equally healed.

"Ah... thank you... sir?

Even if you can slap a hater if you're your brother, you're not on your own when you think they're clerics. It feels weird. A situation like this would never have been possible.

I guess it was a mistake in the first place to recognize myself as "Sho"...

(... what is it)

How confusing.

"You're cute. I wish I was always as honest as that."

Besides, the beauty behind me drove me into further chaos.

And when he laughed and shook the air in my ear, he stroked his earlobes with his lips, and put them on his neck.

I wasn't familiar with being whispered in a sweet voice as "cute" or anything, even if I was used to being disparaged as "not cute".

"Huh...? Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?

I realize it's not exactly if I'm bogged down, and I try to get myself out of my arms. I wish I'd just gotten away with it. What are you accepting?

The movement of the cleric's hand crawling through his upper body is very suspicious.

My fingertips tickle the tip of my chest. For some reason, a paralysis ran on my hips and I took a breath.

"Do you like it here?

"It's... not good! Don't touch it because it's not good...!

I was held to a pressure later, - no matter how beautiful they are, they are bigger and cleaner men than I am.

It's the hard chest muscle, not the soft chest, that hits the shoulder. The power of its arms is also so strong that it cannot be easily shaken off.

"Isn't that good? So do you still prefer this one?

Then I was grabbed by a slippery hand between my legs, and I was caught up even more. The movement of tracking the shape with my fingers is very unpleasant. He couldn't pull because he was held from behind even to pull his hips.

"... this one sounds better. I'm shaking my expectations."

"Eh... don't! Let go."

"Not 'brave'. You're weak, Sho."

My throat squeaks. I was shocked by that word.

"Shut up! Shut up!

Yell at me and do everything you can. I couldn't forgive myself for being made to strangle my feathers, and I was angry that they made fun of me for being "weaker" than that.... irrational outrage that you were the one who said you could be weak.

He rambles to escape from his arms, which come restrained by power from behind.

We broke the balance and fell into the river.

Silver thread spreads over me sinking at the bottom of the river.

The sight of a clear light sparkling its silver thread was fantastic and beautiful.

Forget your anger until a moment ago, and a cleric will look at me, blinded by its beauty.

Stopped moving by the wrapped water, I accepted the mouthpiece of God's followers.

(Why...)

Even though it's this one who's getting his hands on me, I somehow feel like I'm molesting a cleric. An extra sense of disloyalty solicited me when I thought they were clean "clerics".

The place where the cleric spoke was the neck muscle.

Tingling pain over the skin.

Everywhere, the cleric stubbornly left marks on my skin.

I don't know what that means.

... I don't know, but I couldn't breathe. My chest was painful.

It also increases the heat that builds up in you with every more marks -...

All of that brought bitterness and I gasped under the water.

I can't hold my breath, bubbles overflow from my mouth and fresh water (sorry) enters my mouth instead.

If the airways were blocked by water, they would naturally suffer even more, but it did not make it strange and difficult to breathe.

But the shimmering silver glow in front of me gradually blurs, obscuring the presence of the cleric.

"Hey... Ki... Ka..."

- I felt like the cleric's lips moved and said something in the water.

But my consciousness darkened there and it wasn't appropriate to question me.