The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

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I woke up with the sound of Dosun and the shock I felt on my body.

"Wha..."

A strange ceiling appeared in his sight as he groaned at the pain he ran on his hips and shoulders and opened his eyes with a smile on his face.

For a moment, I didn't really know where I was.

It's partly because of the dreams I had until just before, partly because it was slightly confusing.

I heard you fell. I woke myself up off the floor and finally remembered where I was. It is an interview room locked in by my brother.

I was asleep on the couch there, - and it seemed like I was being put to sleep.

"Damn..., what the..."

I was the only one indoors. My brother's figure is nowhere. I looked around, but I didn't even look like I was hiding in some shadow.

I had just woken up and I felt intense fatigue and scratched up my sleepy hair with one hand as I sighed out loud.

"... Saik"

I had a hell of a nightmare because I was forced to sleep.

It looked like a reproduction of the past life up to the middle of nowhere, but it went crazy from around the river.

I remember arguing with a cleric in my previous life after the battle. The conversation was almost exactly what I remember.

But I don't remember any river interactions at all.

- In the first place, no cleric should have shown up on the spot.

After I cleaned my body and handled the wounds easily, I should have gone back to camp on my own. There was no such weird ending.

There are no windows in the interview room, just one door at the entrance and exit.

As long as it's locked, it becomes a complete chamber space, and I don't know what's going on outside. Conversely, I couldn't even look inside from the outside if I closed the door. Privacy for visitors is taken into account.

Looking at the wall clock, all afternoon classes were over and school hours had passed.

... apparently skipped the whole class because of my brother. What are you doing to a serious general student, you fucking brother? I'm sure the person who is the culprit must be taking classes eventually. I'm really angry.

- It wasn't just my stomach that stood on even more siaque matters.

No, I can't even say part of my stomach, but I was already... helpless. In other words, the only cock that existed in boys was a bin in either of them.

Until then, when it comes to the menstrual phenomenon of a sleeping man, it's getting a little intolerable. I'm fine for nothing, not even in the morning.

I've waited awhile, and I've never seen a cure. When I had enough, I fell asleep. What the hell happened to this... I can just feel it pulling me out in this state. I don't want anyone to see me like this, and I have the shame of a crowd.

It would be better if I just said it wasn't coarse phase, but...... I got in trouble.

I'm also in this situation in the first place because a horny cleric did something horny in my dreams. What an obnoxious porn cleric you are to a cleric.

... Although dreams can be called manifestations of desire, I don't want to think I have that desire.... I don't want to think about it, but honestly, I'm also a little worried.

(Is that it... am I finally getting my spirit eroded by the tide of this school too...?

Close to me is also my fellow roommate who loves BL, the demon king who seems to be sorely mistaken for something, and the seemingly unbracon brother dos not even quit sticking his finger in his brother's ass if it's for a purpose. I'm sure what only affects you.

The girl I was with in the Literature and Arts Department in middle school was moaning. A good girlfriend said she became a rotten girl overnight because she read a certain BL peer magazine. The grief seemed so profound because she was a normal...

But she was also completely turned into a rotten woman by the time she graduated like that. The influence of BL is unspeakable.

(... or are you simply insatiable...)

There will be no possibility of that either. The contents are old but the body is a teenager. That's the most demanding time of year.

Yet, in a room where there are probably some people in the room, it can be quite inconvenient to handle it on its own.

That cute girl came out in her dreams and got a little jerky. Anyway... why a cleric... In my previous life, I had never seen a cleric in such a subject. Unlike now, the "cleric" was very stoic. It embodied the clean, right and beautiful, both physically and mentally, in words as they were.

(... at least if that was what my brother looked like I could even resist a little more or I would have beaten him to death)

Besides, I didn't even see such disloyalty.

I had an excuse to say yes. After Goto, I made a decision in sigh.

... Yeah, let's just do it now. He says we have to get this out now. It's quicker than waiting cold for my brother to heal when he'll be back. And the next time I see him, my brother will definitely hit him once.

Having done a pale and lonely job on the spot in vain, Sage Time also stuck a used towel in a bag with gymnastics clothes in it and left the interview room with a face that didn't eat anything.

It was fortunate during my misfortune that it was after physical education. I didn't think it would be the wings of using a towel for a sweat wipe for another use, but otherwise I almost had to hold on to the front and run into the bathroom.

Apparently, the line in the interview room was broken, and the door was unlocked, although it was locked inside, the lighter it could get out.

I already don't see one of my classmates in the classroom in the F school building back early enough, and I pack my stuff and leave the classroom alone. Rather, exploring the signs of the Demon King, he was able to sense his presence in the direction of the dorm.

But there's still no response to the call.

(Are you asleep...?

At that time, I thought so and didn't care much. Besides, I tried calling you once, but it's more convenient to stay away from me now.

Neither does the Demon King seem to have gone to cultural research, and yesterday today my feet, which made it difficult for me and the general managers to meet each other, turned to nature and the dorm.... We just have to do something about the contents of the gymnastics bag. I didn't feel like heading to the room with this, and I wanted to avoid bowling with the Demon King. Whatever it is, I have an important mission: to destroy evidence.

Return to the dorm, change from uniform to moveable personal clothes, and also wash together what the Rokkaya took off before returning. Having secretly processed the physical evidence, I left my room to find the Demon King.... I'm just getting worried that no matter how many calls I've made, I haven't heard back.

It would be nice if you were sleeping somewhere or simply your consciousness wasn't pointing this way, but now there's also the guild thing.

He is a demon king who has played his guild well enough to give him an interesting alias such as "Fairy". The optimism that I won't even panic because I don't see him for a second, and the anxiety that guides the lost toddler, are at best in me.

I'm probably extra concerned because I couldn't even ask how the Demon King was spending the afternoon because there was no one left in the classroom. I turned to those who had signs of the Demon King while self-analyzing it that way.

Even if you can tell the signs, you just know the distance and direction more or less - it's like a line, so to speak.

Not a high-performance feel like a map or radar that can be seen overlooking.

The closest sensory is the azimuthal magnet. All the time, the guiding principle pointing north was pointing to the Demon King in my case. It's an absurd thing to the point where there's a little distance on that one, so the further away you go, the more obscure the Demon King's position becomes.

(Ter... where are you?

Basically, after we met again, we didn't have to call or look for him, and when we realized, we stayed with him the whole time.

Like a bird following a parent bird.

The one who looked was the Demon King, and the one who looked for him was me.

It was the Demon King who told me to stay by my side.

It wasn't me who wanted it, it was the Demon King.

The truth is, aren't you waiting for yourself in the classroom?

That's even what I was thinking.

Even though I already knew by the signs that I wasn't there, I didn't want to admit the loneliness I felt when I saw the classroom where no one was... I didn't want to admit I wasn't there.

However, it was also true that he felt something somewhat similar to chest noise.

(I know it's okay because it's about him...)

But the moment I hear from my classmates who went and met me on the way to follow the signs of the Demon King, the vague sense of impatience becomes real.

After physical education, he went back to class and saw the Demon King talking to another class mate, and he told me what it was all about.

"Where's Kakel?"

He was abducted on his way back here.

'Abduction?... are those the ones with the black around their eyes?

"... uh, was that black?

"Oh, you were on the black edge today"

"Right."

After such an exchange, Rokkaya, who had just returned to the Demon King who tried to take a seat and leave the classroom, said, "Nishi-kyu-kun? To where...? 'When he spoke, he left saying,' Bring back Kakel, 'ignoring the six-valley's stopping voice, too.

"... and that didn't come back... I thought you two were skipping out on each other exactly.... you weren't with me?

He cleverly tried to faithfully replicate the classroom interaction.

He is also subtly good at imitating demon kings.

- That's Naoya Kurabashi, the man who breaks the crane with his toes. I am a master of geisha.

I had a bad feeling about my hives and chest as I dropped off Kurashibashi, who provided me with valuable information.

"It..."

The ones with black eyes...

I covered my eyes with one hand and looked up to heaven.

(That's definitely the wrong pattern for a panda mask!

He's wearing a subtle character!

Why were they blackedged glasses only today, glasses...!

No, brother... the bad news is that all the culprits are still that brother...

No, no, but the Demon King's mistakes are probably terrible too...

(At least check with me before... Didn't you connect because I was asleep in the interview room...?

But I wouldn't know if I didn't ask him.

(Oh, my God..., then could he be on the guild guys by now...?

I touch the piercing in my left ear.

If his brother's junction was temporarily inhibiting the work of the piercing, it is likely that he was unable to locate or communicate. - Either way, the timing was too bad.

But then... now that I've woken up and the junction has been lifted, why isn't there a response?

I rushed to the Demon King when I pressed and killed the rapidly increasing chest noise and gently breathed.

- Anyway, it's better to find it than to think about it.

But in the end, I couldn't find the Demon King.

(What do you mean...)

The signs are there, but they don't arrive. I can sense it properly, but I can't reach it.

I couldn't get anywhere and had to get stuck.

Between the Demon King and me, a great wall was blocked, and it held me back from going.