The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

After I left the music room with the Demon King, I headed to the cultural research room in the same special building.

I'm dressed as a waiter, and if I were to pull the demon king in uniform and walk, it would draw people's attention, and even if it wasn't, the demon king's appearance stands out. The glasses that blew up when I fell in the music room were also uncollected and now I am exposed to the bare face, and I was in danger of finding out. You may be over-conscious, but if you find out, there's no chance you'll ruin most of it. That's why I don't want to go back and get the glasses I've dropped in the music room.

I have to go back to the interview room to get dressed in my uniform...... but I just don't have the courage to take the Demon King to a place where those thick ments are in full swing and put the Demon King inside the princess, guardian knight and clergy.

If it is something that can be prevented, it is true that we want to avoid contact between the brave members and the Demon King as much as possible.

The options left to me under such circumstances were limited.

Anyway, the most difficult line would be to wait until the start time of the lesson, then get dressed in the interview room and take the Demon King to the medical building.

In that regard, the room was not very eye-catching and was a good place to hide oneself in the near field.

There is a cultural research room on the third floor up the stairs from the music room.

I never visited the room during lunch break, but the door was not locked and there was no one there. I think it's inadvertent even though it displays expensive figures or something, but this time it helped.

I just locked the inner lock just in case, and the demon king stretches out from behind.

"Hey...!?"

The moment I tried to shake it off, the Demon King squeaked powerlessly in my ear.

".................. why, the view is turning"

"............... Oh no..."

I squeal and weaken without strength either.

It's not "why".

"I'm getting a lot of anaemia."

"The ground is shaking too..."

"'Cause I'm sick, but I wander around, not at all..."

Complaining, he dragged the Demon King stuck on his back like a haunted haunt all the way to the couch by the window.

... It is still new to my memory that a hugely disproportionate European couch was installed in a room lined with narrow spaces and figures on the shelves.

I didn't even have to think about who the couch was for.

There is a gradual increase in conditioning compared to the first visit.

Recently, the tea set has also turned into something new. I'm not familiar with it, but maybe it's a brand too.

I guess the plan is to make the "Demon King" feel a little more comfortable.

It was also a sign that honoring the Demon King was still breathing among the former Demons.

I try to "haunt" my back a little rampantly on an elaborately patterned cloth-tight couch,... falling together without my hands coming off.

Not at all. It seems that today is often a "fall" day.

I twist my body and protest against haunts.

"You... Let go of my hand. My neck hurts...!

You're the weakest, but everything is so powerful to cling to, this guy.

I grabbed my arm a long time and managed to remove both arms that were turned around my neck.

But now I'm wrapped around my hips when I think my neck is finally free.

Then my head rides on my lap.

The result was a so-called knee-pillow posture.

... This doesn't make much difference.

Cargamo koalated this time. I'll feed you eucalyptus.

"For you..., I felt called"

The moment the pull put his hand on my shoulder, I heard a blur leaking around my belly.

Stop the movement and say, "I didn't call you," and I'll give it back.

... I'm not calling you. In such a troublesome situation, it's impossible to call the Demon King.

However, my voice, which I returned, echoed into the room at a slightly upside down pace, unexpectedly and unreliably.

"Who's that?"

The demon king's face asking that was buried around my belly, hidden in my hair and unable to read my expression, but there was no appearance that my voice contained anger or anything else. My temper, like when I came into the music room, was already gone. I'm back to my usual neat demon king, although I still have a slight grump in my cuddly voice.

I gave up pulling off the Demon King's arms around my hips and brought them back to my couch. The harder the cushion the better takes the back lightly.

I know you're sweet yourself, but the Demon King is a sick man. The sick should work. Even so, I am the son of a nurse.

By "that," the Demon King probably refers to Hiro. That soon came to light, but questions also arise.

"Who... and... you don't know?

For once, the Demon King is an internal student enrolled in the school from the middle school. I don't know how many out-of-school kids I've had, but it's all those flashy celebrities, so I'd have had about the chance to see them before.

"I don't."

"It's King."

"What is King?"

"... you don't even know King..."

Ridiculous. That's a pimpled fairy.

Regardless of the length of my enrollment, I was more neglectful of the school situation than I was...

Going through all the uninteresting stuff is an old stunt of the Demon King (?). I was so muscled up that I didn't even try to remember the name of the frustrated kid when I was in elementary school.

... I just remember what was done and who did it, even if I don't remember the name, and I am a "former demon king" well per yall when it comes to retribution, lean or withered.

(I didn't lose even if I was weak...)

- It was weak, though.

The bite on the jerk and putting the rabbit hun in the shoe of the irritant were shady and humid, but I had a temper.... I felt like the Demon King was pretty aggressive back then compared to now, and he seemed a lot more "Demon King" than he is now. You said there was a lot of blood... At least it wasn't herbivorous like Cargamo or Koala. Of course I'm not a fairy.

Looking down at the Demon King (Koala) clinging to his belly (what happened...?) and tilt his neck.

For one thing, I decided to lay aside the mystery that was unlikely to come up with an answer and that King would teach me something. But...

"King is... uh..."

... How is it decided?

When I try to explain it again, I find myself surprisingly not even grasping it.

I also think my brother explained it to me as soon as I started school, but was it determined by the crown point of the year...?

"Well, King is briefly... the most capable guy in school,"

Crown Point's commentary is a pain in the ass, which made it a pretty out-of-the-box way to put it, but I wouldn't be wrong.

In contrast, the Demon King returns an unfaithful question after thinking about something for a while: "... why were we only seeing each other?"

"It's..."

The vibe rang as he looked down at the Demon King rubbing his head like a cat on his lap, now wondering how he had explained it.

(Shit! I forgot to contact you...!

Whatever you think, 30 minutes past the time limit, and probably even from heaven, I was the one tongzula from the demon king and the music room. I should have heard from you.

After hastily removing the finely vibrating phone from his pocket, checking the person shown, he manages to rationally shake off the temptation to turn it off as it is, and taps the call button.

If you turn it off without leaving here, a livestock treatment course must be waiting for me now with both hands wide open in the good but near future.

And in this case, the one I apologized for earlier wins.

"Ka"

"Sorry brother! I'm going to accompany my classmate for a bit, and I'm not going to be able to go back that way. Because I could properly say no to the King thing. Will you leave your uniform in the interview room? Get dressed later. Thanks for everything, thanks for the help. Tell everyone thanks, too. I'm really sorry. Classes are about to start, and will you go back to class first? So that's the thing..."

While I was out loud, I tried to just say what I wanted to say all at once and just cut it off, but 'Xiang' and I were called by my name in a low voice where my body temperature dropped about ten degrees at once, freezing in front of my fingers touching the mobile screen.

"You're with the Nishi-kyu-kyu-hui lamp."

"Ugh... well, yeah..."

I knew I had already told you about the Demon King. I wanted to delude myself with "classmates" but it seemed futile.

Where are you now? You're not out of the special building. '

"No... well... never mind because you are resting in the right place"

"Taking a break?

... Ah. The temperature of my voice dropped even further. It's freezing. Wrong choice of words...!

"It's not a nice place for a basket!

"Of course you do."

"I'm a little out of shape for Nishikujo, where I'm resting..."

"Then I'll go..."

"No, no, it's not enough to annoy your brother's hand, yes"

"... is it a bad thing if I go?

He's suspicious. He's suspicious!

It's a bad thing, but of course I can't be honest.

My brother's voice, mixed with obvious doubts, twitches at me.

"Not bad! Not a bad idea... but this guy, he's familiar with people. If you see someone you're unfamiliar with, you're going to feel unnecessarily sick, and stop coming.... I've already seen the school doctor in the morning, and I think I'll probably be able to move if I get some rest. Then I'll take you back to the medical room......"

A demon king with his head on his lap until then pressed his face against my stomach.

Barely suppresses the voice that jumped out of his throat in surprise.

(What the fuck are you doing, you idiot!

Stay with me!

I held my evil head against my knees with one empty hand, and I begged, "Please, brother".

I heard my brother take a small breath out of his mouth.

Open for a little while,

"Only at times like this..., that's how you sound sweet"

and replies were spouted with sighs as if the abomination and nastiness had gone awry.

'I'm suspicious of why you refuse so desperately, but... if you say so much, you have no choice. Instead, eat in my room for dinner this evening. I'll hear more about it there. "

"Uh..."

"Sho?"

They called me by my name in a voice that didn't make me say yes or no, and I said yes.

In the meantime, it's better than having my brother on board right now... and when I get home, I've got a lot of homework to do, so I can say no. But I can also say no -

"You can do it in my room, even if you have challenges."

"So don't read your mind! What the...!

"I can guess as much about your escape. If I break my promise... '

- It's a punishment.

Hehe laughed suspiciously and the call went off. I wonder if someone could do something about our brother being too scared...

It was a very disturbing laugh that this dinner was going to be our last supper.

I turned off the power just in case, then put my phone back in my pocket and gently poked the Demon King in the head.

"Don't interrupt the call."

"... speak in a much more intimate way"

…………

I'm tired of responding to how I should take this.

Obviously, the tone is obstinate.

(Speaking of which, heaven said something similar...)

I think the fact that my brother and I are close to each other is quite subtle, but is this because of my brother's impression manipulation acting? I don't really know what it feels like to be told that way.

I had no choice but to say the following.

"Well... for once, you're my brother..."

It's family, so even if you're close, you're fuzzy. I said it in the sense that

"That man..., doesn't care"

…………

The Demon King's mood will not be fixed.

As if to prove that feeling, I feel much more strength in my arms around my hips.... plainly painful.

I'm still glad I stopped my brother. This, if the two of you face each other, would definitely make your stomach ache.

They were already supposed to know each other, but I still didn't know what the hell was going on at that time. I only have a feeling I'm going to be a snake no matter which way I ask you, Demon King or brother.