The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

Waiting for the items I ordered while we talked about that,

"Thank you for waiting. A It's a fixed meal."

Along with a cool voice, a plate of fixed meals was placed in front of him without sound in a constantly flowing motion. Such professional standing behavior of waiters working in the dining room is so sophisticated that it takes a first-class restaurant.

But I wouldn't be surprised anymore if that became a routine. You're scared to get used to it.

To that proof, my consciousness was nailed to the main dish that was now offered, not to the waiter.

On a white plate is a thick, long, puffy bottle of Frankfurt. It's Frankfurt who's so existential that you don't see it in the room for a bit. They make everything by hand in the kitchen. I asked myself too because the Lian Castle that was on the table earlier was eating the same thing and it seemed so delicious.

You think they always rank within the fifth place in the rankings every year as a popular menu in the dining room?

I laughed at the thoroughness of ranking up to the cafeteria menu, which was really ranking supremacy. I also feel refreshed when it is so blatant. By the way, they say the # 1 ranking is cheese-in-hamburger. I've already eaten that one a few times, but it's definitely excellent with a hamburger full of gravy dripping on it.... Imagination alone is likely to cause covetousness. Let's eat again.

Absolutely a high percentage of students who are eating around also order a fixed meal.

Ladies and gentlemen, I eat as I cut the knife and fork elegantly, but my personal hope is that this is where I would definitely crash wild.

I think it would definitely be a better way to eat.

My brain was totally, "Deliciousness > Manners" with a big tilt in the balance.

I said, "Here you go." Sooner or later, I stabbed Guru and Fork in the middle of Frankfurt.

I opened my mouth wide and tried to hang out, and I said to the dining room, "Geez!" or "Yikes!" Well... he was tall, but obviously he sounded like a man.

"Ah...? What...?"

I hold my hand close to putting Frankfurt in my mouth, and I peek around.

While doing so, the ceiling lighting was narrowed to an extent that was not inconvenient for eating or moving around, and the instrumental BGM that was flowing into the dining room switched to a famous classic song that even I was familiar with at last.

"'Prestigious'... it's King"

Six valleys sitting in the front say so and look up in the direction of the upstairs seats.

I followed that gaze, too.

Should a rumor be called a shadow?

Seems like you've had the opportunity to quickly see with this eye who the King was talking about earlier.

One student appears on the heavenly side of the floor (shaker) leading to the ground floor.

He stood in the light of the spotlight pouring down from the ceiling.

The effects of BGM went hand in hand, as if it were a sight reminiscent (of) the movie and the scene of the star appearance of the stage.

(... what the heck?

I got a little bit out of my liver with so much respect, I kept my mouth open and watched what the hell was going to happen now. Naturally, I don't know the school rules that say "prestigious" is the BGM with King appearance. "King" himself was only a human being living in a distant world that had nothing to do with him, even if he had appeared on several occasions.

King slowly descends down the stairs leading to the ground floor in the spotlight as majestic orchestral performances flow.

As a result, the hustle and noise of the floor gradually subsided, as did the whispering.

(That's the... king of this school...)

Indeed, there was an eye-catching presence.

It's like a real "king" himself to walk down the floor in a grand foothold without a small shake in his gaze from the lower realm.

There will also be additions and subtractions from the spotlight, but the bright hair color also looks glossy glittering gold. My face is also deeper in moat than the average Japanese, so if there is some mix of foreign blood, it might be ground hair. My forehead, with a little bit of jerkiness, shakes gracefully as I move. Tall and in good physical shape. He was really a "king" who seemed like a "king".

Same goes for my brother, but he's a race (type) with charisma that attracts nature and people's gaze.

I also became one of those from the lower realm and looked up at King for a while, but the appearance of a princess and a guardian knight under the stairs moved my consciousness to you.

As always, he is a swordbelt in his uniform.

In a way, it is a familiar outfit, but it only brings discomfort in modern society.

From the way you're waiting for King, to deal with the mess of escorts or canteens..., they're probably in charge of that hand role.

King stepped down between those two who refrained under the stairs.

I remember some nostalgia in that schematic, and the scenes of the fuzz past come back to life.

(... right. That's what a prince looked like in his previous life...)

Both the princess and the guardian knight were participating in the Demon King's Crusade in the name of the Guardian of the Prince, the second heir to the throne.

However, the truth is that the prince, who had the power second only to the brave one of bad luck, did not need much escort, and the guardian knight was thoroughly guarded by the princess and turned into almost the only knight of the princess, and that was recognized among his companions.

And the king qualities of the prince were probably superior to those of his real brother, the king prince.

Joining the Demon King's Crusade also seemed to have been a small part of taking into account his crusade with the King Prince and the people, but as stories of defeating demons and demons spread across the country, the popularity of the Prince grew even more..., and his relationship with the King Prince became more and more torn with consequences.

... Somehow, he is a pitiful prince everywhere.

King's gaze as he loosely looked over the ground floor flowed this way, and once he had made it through, he returned and stopped on me perfectly.... I felt it.

(Huh...?

Overlaying the scenes of the past with a blurry view of King, I'm confused by the straight gaze that stares at me as I eat this one in. Turning around a little bit, some of the students said, "You're looking at me, aren't you?" "What, me? Me?" "It could be me..." "Maybe, your nomination?" "Liar," "eh, what am I going to do," he heard whispering to each other in an excited manner.

Apparently he wasn't looking at himself, and when he glanced back at King, embarrassed by an over-conscious mistake, King of the day was walking out this way.

In the quiet dining room I shrugged.

Ignoring the voice of the princess and the guardian knight stopping, King's mouth moved small as he sewed between several tables and approached them step by step. Mumble something short.

I couldn't listen to it, but I had a bad feeling about the movement of my lips.

(Now...)

The lips whose vowels moved to the shape of "A" and "Y" - weren't you spinning the name you've been called many times in the past?

(No way......)

Though I recap that it is a mistake to look at it, King's gaze, which definitely shrinks in distance with graceful footsteps, seems tenacious, irritates the heat and something I forgot.

To mistake it for over-consciousness just couldn't do it anymore.

- Yes, there used to be the one who looked at me like this.

I... I ignored it and ran away and pretended not to notice..., I just felt sorry for you at the end...

"Cookie."

King, who stopped his leg in front of me, now spoke a nickname he missed so much, with a voice that clearly reached my ear as well.

And then I went on, - named one nickname I buried away in the past.

"Long time no see, it's been a long time."

You can't open it. There's a sound of a secret lid slowly cracking open.

It sounds rusty and ominous.

"Stay with me...!

"Not today. So..."

"Cookie, I like it. Because someday you will come back,... marry me Shitekdasai!

Like a running lantern, the childhood arechole came back to the back of my brain.

That was a marriage flag, not a death flag.

You know, the flag that should have broken will come back to life now... or something stupid like that...

I stare at King's face looking down at this one in an unbelievable way and smiling.

(Really, Prince Hiro... is that it?

Unfortunately, the shadow of my childhood in me could only be reproduced in a thin blur.

Would the hair have been so bright?

Because of his personality, I feel he was more modest, somewhat adult with a pull-in idea.

A weak kid who was popular but...... can't even speak up if he wants to be friends.

That was the impression I had of Prince Hiro.

... In the end, it was my assumption that Prince Hiro wasn't just weak.

I also feel kind of pathetic about trampling the pale thoughts of a young boy to the day of his breakup, - even more regrettable now that it was a mistake in the first place to be relieved of his love, it's too late.

"... cookie?... er, isn't it different?

But I still have a bad time emptying. It may have been a terrible trick to give such a bad raise as a familiarity back in the day, but I didn't feel very comfortable reuniting. There's not half as much pressure around you to spit and watch. If I admit it here, I feel like I'm gonna take a hell of a lot more care of it. You can never admit anything.

Even if you at least speak up, if you pick a few more times and places to warm up your old relationship... - No, no, no, you don't. Even if they took that into account, I would have decided not to know. Anyway, the other person is King of the school. I don't want to stand out. For me, it's supposed to be a gateway inside the gateway.

(I mean, how many years ago did you think it was!? Come on, it's not weird to forget!?)

"There's no way I'm wrong about you. Sakura-kun."

There was an unwavering absolute certainty in that voice.

Called me by my former full name, I flinch just fine. I didn't think you remembered that vividly. There was an insult (ah, etc.) somewhere in my mind that I could delude myself about what I was reading, the memory of the orchard, etc.

(... I might have packed something...?

King didn't miss that moment of confusion.

When I take my left hand, which I kept on the table, I sit back and drop my lips on the back of my hand.

"Huh!?"

"I've been so anxious to get back together with you, it's sad when you're so unconnected."

I also looked up to heaven, but I was more surprised around watching King's every step of the way.

After quieting down like a hit of water, the dining room stirring exploded all at once.

Exactly an annoying cry.

"King...!

"Liar!!!

"Didn't I kiss you now!?"

"You did!?"

"Oh, who is that?!?"

"Kingoo!"

"I don't like it. Oh!

"That's the vice chairman's brother!?"

"Vice Chairman's!?"

"Um, drowned in the ocean?

"Canazchi's?

..................... It's not Kanazuchi.

Which would be better to be dressed in Canazchi stigma than to be put up with absurd rettels like working with a bear or with a chachi or shark...

"It's him again -!

In any case, please don't treat me like a troubled child.

Again and again, I persevere, but what I seek is a mediocre, peaceful routine.

Wrong, it's not a turbulent routine for King to kiss the back of his hand, drown in the sea, sumo with a bear...

"I even promised to marry you..."

"No, you didn't!?"

I pull my arm to get my hands back by correcting it just fine, but King's power to grab my wrist is quite strong and not easy to come off.

On the contrary, I dropped a kiss at my fingertips to make it look...

"Have you forgotten my vow?

Whispering sweetly low, he broadly stretched his tongue out of his lips and licked it there.

"No!!??

The feeling of a wet soft tongue burns my skin directly and I try to regain my hand with the momentum to shake it off.

(What the heck!? Are you even saying licking your fingers is popular these days!?)

My finger is licked. It's delicious!?

It looked like slow motion when I lost the momentum to pull this arm, or when King's upper body fell over me and looked at me in a position where I was grabbed by my shoulder.

I heard the Six Valleys sitting face to face breathing sharply, and I felt a painful gaze from there.

And from all over the dining room. "Geez!" "Stop!" "No! screaming like a grunt."

I'd rather scream "geez", "stop" or "no".

I felt an instinctive sense of crisis and rolled my right hand into King's mouth when I was free.

"Gu."

The creeping bitterness leaks out of King's mouth.

I threw the puffy Frankfurt, left stabbed in the fork, into its mouth aimlessly and further down.

Don't lick people's fingers on your own!

"Eat this too!

When I said so, I finally got my loose left hand back up, - and fled the dining room at a glance.