The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

I gently laid my hand on the Demon King's side head, and all right, now I'm in a bad mood for Demon King Sama.

The hand never shakes off, and the Demon King keeps his head in my lap for good.... As I stroked my head as it was, the wrapping atmosphere of the Demon King eventually softened and the strength of my clinging arms loosened. That place is also a bit funny because it looks like an animal.

Whether the waiter apron wrapped around your hips is just acting as a hammock replacement, your head fits between your knees well and looks pretty comfortable to sleep with.

In the meantime, I wanted to change my story and look for another topic. I say what I was going to hear when the Demon King returns.

"Speaking of which... you don't have a phone?

"Mobile...?

I still get a voice back that leaves me a little grumpy.

"I'm talking about the phone I was using."

"It's in the room"

"Do you have one?"

... what the fuck. Don't you have the right civilizational instruments?

I had never seen him use it, so I thought he might not have bought it because it was about the Demon King.

"Carry your phone with you."

"I don't know where it is in the room"

"What?"

Cell phones and stuff.

"You lost it?

"I didn't lose it. I just don't know what box it's in."

……

How is that different from what I lost?

I don't know if management is doodled...

I was convinced that that was why he said he had never seen Seto in the same room charging.

"You carry your cell phone. If you do, it's always convenient to contact me, right?

"I don't need it because I have piercings"

"... if it's far away, it won't make sense."

"Improve"

"No, you don't have to improve it, let's have your phone."

"That's loud and I don't like it"

The Demon King, who refused so hard, refused to use his phone in the future.

"Well, at least give me the phone number of the house."

"I don't know anything about that."

"... are you serious"

Exactly. I looked down at the Demon King's head.

Usually the glossy demon king's dark hair looked faded somewhat now and scattered on his lap with a crusty and shriveled feel.

The slightly shorter hair is just as much back as it was when we met at school in the spring.

Was the Demon King's hair growing fast enough that his neck was long enough to hide completely, but now the floating noose of the bone was hidden from view?

... naturally frowns at inconsistent cuts I don't think the pros cut.

messy cut hair.

poor nutritional status.

Not enough rest either......

I had a decent family and I didn't think I'd be in this state.

Is it a manifestation of what the Demon King expects nothing from his family that he doesn't even remember the phone number of the house? Or is it just the result of inertia... Or is there another reason?

A lot of possibilities come to mind, but it wasn't something that could be determined by unsolicited speculation.

I open my heavy mouth and move on to doing what I decided to do to my heart in the morning medical building.

"What are you doing home? You were running a house, weren't you?

Could it be... that it was also an unfortunate event in my body, and that was the shock that kept the food out of my throat or insomnia? That possibility also comes to a new corner of my head.

I can't really imagine a demon king going into this state with a deterioration in his mental state, but I had no idea about the demon king's family or private life, so I thought maybe.

I waited for the Demon King to react with complicated feelings, like I wanted it to be, like I didn't want it to be.

I have always been hesitant to step inside the demon king or into the context of this world.

So for me, the question was never about satisfying mild curiosity, etc.

"What the hell have you been doing at home for five days?"

... may not return an answer or anything.

Might be deluded or lied to.

Still.

With that in mind, I sat back and waited for the Demon King to open his mouth.

He didn't even care about my nervousness or readiness, but the Demon King answered my question softly.

That was different than any of the answers I expected.

"Blood donation."

- Kenkichi?

"... what is it?

Too many misplaced words to capture their meaning, and it's been a long time since I've lost my word.

Was "Kenketsu" any other homonym besides "blood donation"?

Turn the brain dictionary, but the right words don't hit.

... No, no, 'cause it's weird to donate blood at home or something. That's crazy...?

"Contractually, according to the provision of regular blood"

But "Kenketsu" still seemed to fit with "blood donation".

"What do you mean, a contract?"

It makes my tone hard on disturbing words.

Contract. Blood provision.

Whatever you think, it's far from the image of the word "home".

For me, the "house" in this world was warm.

But not all humans have a "home" like that.

... I should have known, but I had turned away from it even as I felt thin. The guilt that I've always seen and pretended not to see swells rapidly and compresses my chest.

Drinking down bitter emotions, I stepped further into the core.

"You 'donate blood' to your parents... are they taking blood?

What instantly came to mind was a bite wound engraved on the Demon King's neck.

Now that I've healed, I'll slip my hand on the Demon King's shoulder.

However, no scars or signs of allowances could be found anywhere in sight, such as on the shoulders or neck, touched over the shirt.

The Demon King's head, which was lying on his side, moves slowly on his knees, in a position that looks up at me.

"I don't have any parents. I wasn't there when I met him."

Without touching on the blood, the Demon King lifted his lid to his whimsical face and revealed the facts of his wrath and heaviness.

"Did we meet, in elementary school...?

In an inquiry for confirmation, the Demon King's head moved faintly to affirm it.

It reminds me of a young demon king when I met him, who was more luxurious and thinner than he is now.

Even then, there was no shadow of a parent in the Demon King. I should have predicted it, but I'm surprised myself that I was shocked in addition to my thoughts. I had hopes like Kasumi. I hoped in a corner of my heart that there would be parents who loved the Demon King.

"... is he dead?

"No, you'll still live here, but I don't know where or what you're doing"

There was no emotion in the Demon King's pitch-black eyes. An inorganic look that shows nothing, neither sadness nor loneliness.

I can tell you're just passing the facts on pale.

Without love for my parents, without hatred, but rather with my eyes that lacked even interest, I didn't know what words to say.

- The conditions under which demons occur vary.

It depends on the race, so I don't know the truth about how the Demon King was "born" in his previous life.

But the theory was that "Demon King" had no flesh parents.

"Demon King" occurs suddenly and naturally one day alone.

Born every hundred years, he tries to stand at the apex of the demonic things, empower them, and cover the world with demons.

For humans, it's like a natural disaster.

That was the Demon King.

No parents, no fellow countrymen, - the only absolute ruler. He who unifies the devil.

It may well be that the "former Demon King", who was such a being, finds no value in the affection of flesh parents even in this world.

So I'm sure it makes sense that you don't even ask for anything from it.

I know...... but it was another matter of whether that reasoning could be swallowed. Even if that was casual sentiment or pushing on the human (here) side.

"... did your last name change because of the 'contract'"

Not a parent's divorce, not a remarriage.

"The covenant" gave the Demon King the last name of Nishi-kyu...

"Yes."

A clear answer produces a slight mass of heat.

"Huh... you mean, you're selling yourself...!

A contract requires consideration.

equivalent money, and the corresponding price.

"Nishikyujo" is heard to be a famous family.

Famous family surname - I didn't think the price to get the back shield would have to be blood alone.

Besides blood, it's reasonable to see that something is being done.

Imagine the use of hair cut into inconsistencies, spines trembling on the parrots. Even in previous life, hair was commonly used in the ingredients of cursive things.

Perhaps "Nishikujo" knows the devil king's peculiar "power".

And you either find some value for use, or you already use it.

"Why do you have such a stupid contract...!

I didn't care how the demon king was feeling. I grabbed that shoulder and nearly rocked it.

But it returns to me all the way to the fractured thinness of the shoulder I grabbed, biting my back teeth off. Now, where I blamed the ill demon king, it wouldn't solve anything, and even I blamed the demon king in the first place for being out of line.

"I did... such a face, don't look at it for the first time..."

The eyes of the Demon King look up from his knees at me when I was overwhelmed.

"No... a second time. Even in the sea, that's how I roughed up my voice and revealed my anger"

Yes, I remember. Even then I yelled at the Demon King impulsively. I became emotional, not like, and hit my feelings straight.

"... don't guide me. Not an unfair 'contract'"

The black eyes that look straight up at me creep like the lake behind the woods.

"That grandfather is not a bad person as a contractor. The interest is on both sides."

"... it's your interest."

I didn't think the Demon King would sell himself just to support his life. Demon King's pride is high. I guess they are not forced by humans and forced to obey......

One hand of the Demon King lifts up and touches my cheek.

"I have what I want."

That's what the Demon King told me when I opened my eyes to surprise him.

"What..."

You tried to ask me what I wanted, and I said, "I'm tired. Sleep a little" and the Demon King closes his eyes loosely.

"Terre"

Are you unwilling to respond to the call, the only thing that returns to it is silence?

My attitude shows that I'm not going to teach, and I pull my mouth together.

(What do you want... what is it?)

Is this the kind of thing you have to get until you get sick?

Is that really what you need?

The doubts swirled in my chest endlessly.

But the demon king, the one to spit it out, keeps himself with me with a blue-white face that's lost its temper.

I couldn't have pursued it any more persistently in front of him like that.

A holy sword appeared on the screen (screen) at the opening ceremony of Orientation on the back of his head.

(No way...)

That sword would be an abomination to the Demon King.

It's no strange story to think about getting it yourself before it gets into the hands of the "brave man".

If the Demon King's presence in this school is not accidental but intentional, then the purpose is to...

Burying away an intrusive holy sword......?

But would the Demon King move for such a preservation?

(Are you... still thinking that you want to kill the "brave man" and gain greater power...?

The question of no place to go winds up in a circle.

Being so close, I didn't know what the Demon King wanted.

Mixed with the demon king's sleep, the rain strikes his ear faintly.

Outside the window, the rain, which had paused, was starting to fall again softly. Rainfoot was stronger, weaker or unstable.

The view you see over the rain-grained windowsill is blurry and obscure, as if trapped inside a narrow glass bottle.

I take out the razor I secretly hid and put a blade on the demon king's hair.

This razor has been in place since Nezu-led Alliance Elite Demon Command Squad… was attacked by Panda Masks. It was mainly prepared as a snail measure for Nezu, but fortunately this is the first time I have used it.

Then with a sharp, sharp blade, I get my demon king's hair done.

Are you awake or seriously sleeping,...... the Demon King is left defenseless even if his hair is cut on his own.

Above the apron, the furry black hair fell.

In my previous life, I cut my own hair with a knife, and this is how my apprentice used to do it when he was a kid.

The cultural research room in the back of the special building is far from the hustle and bustle of the students of the school and is so quiet that it doesn't seem like a lunch break.

Only the sound of my hair being cut makes me squeak.

Whether the afternoon class start chimes or I'm done getting my hair done, the Demon King never opened his eyes.

Apparently, he's really fallen asleep.

I didn't force the Demon King to wake up, and I closed my eyelids myself. I wish this tranquillity would continue all the way, out of sight of reality.

I should have decided to believe the word of the Demon King who said he would live as a person, but a drop of black rain grains seeped into his heart and spread.