The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

"Welcome, it was delicious."

I almost opened my mouth to say something. My brother smiles clearly this time and takes his seat.

"I'll clean it up, so you stay on the couch and relax."

Whatever the house is, there's no way I'm going to forgive you for being so recommended.

Eventually, while I was washing the dishes, my brother was supposed to prepare the coffee.

Coffee is a beverage with a unique bitterness, but I had a beverage called fragrant tea (this way) from a similar lineage in my previous life, so I could drink it without much resistance. Incense tea also helped restore magic and was treasured as a supplement to humans with high magic consumption.

Of course, coffee doesn't work that way, but I guess my brother prefers coffee because he's still taking over his predecessors of previous life.

While washing the dishes, I briefly told them about my settlement with Hiro, whom I met once again on my lunch break.

"... I feel that the crux is a lot broken, but the courtship (proposal) was clearly turned down, so we formed a friendship."

"Well... I wonder if that will happen..."

Anyway, I was in a lot of a hurry because of the Demon King's intrusion, so it's vague whether "friends" were socio-ordinarily things or whether Hiro is seriously going to be "friends" with me. I couldn't even get confirmation.

I had an exchange that resembled the pattern of "Still Let's Be Friends" that I often hear when I refuse to socialize, but I take it personally that's only an on-the-spot promise, and in the end it's a trend of alienation -.

"I don't know... I don't think romantic feelings slide so easily into friendship, but after school today, King officially announced his" Declaration of Friends "with you through his immediate SS."

"... what the 'declaration of friends'..."

Either that or the official announcement is not a company or entertainer in the first place......

Every time, I get stunned, but it helps that King made a big public announcement.

Hiro looked pretty sick about my current situation, so the publication might have been about taking that area into account. A proponent would also thrive as a gossip, but a mere friend would also diminish the interest around him a lot more than he does now.

"Oh, but you said no from me..."

"... of course I'm lying down there. It's only going to get worse and worse if we announce that."

"Right."

I watched the school all day tomorrow and was taught that starting next week, the wind discipline and the Knights' escort would also be unraveled if the noise were to calm down, and on the surface I would be able to return to normal life.

In that case, the response level shifts from the protected object to the supervised object, and the escort is in a state where the wind discipline or quasi discipline of the detached item pays attention to the subject.

There are two patterns of surveillance measures, and what I received in the spring was surveillance measures in the sense of surveillance of dangerous persons, but in this case, surveillance measures as a protected object that Rokkaya had recently received.

"I hope this calms you down..."

"Uh... sorry for all the trouble..."

I was aware that I acted casually against my brother and collaborators during my lunch break, so I was slightly eye-sharp when I said I was sorry and showed a special attitude.

"Coffee's in."

Two mugs were poured with incensed black liquid, which at some point was placed on the counter to make the hot air stand up.

The matching mugs my father bought abroad for his brothers. It should have been some brand thing, but I forgot which one it was.

My brother is blue, I'm not green. A simple design with no pattern, but the shade was a beautiful dish.

My father often buys us matching ornaments and accessories.

There were many different colors, my brother was blue and I was unified with the green ones.

My father can't possibly know our past life, but the colors he selects are somewhat reminiscent of our past life's color flavors.

My eyes looked green, and my brother was the owner of beautiful eyes with a tint of color.

"... I don't want you to apologize."

I finished cleaning up. When I sat in the counter again, my brother also sat down next to me.

Don't gaze at each other and have a conversation against the kitchen wall.

"Sometimes I get angry with my brother, who gets caught up in all the trouble, but - how better than not being informed of anything and not being able to do anything about it"

The area around the spine was tight.

Sip the coffee to delude it.

... The taste of coffee felt more bitter than usual.

I guess that's my brother's old style, not just this one.

Even the Demon King crusade in the first place, the priest volunteered by pushing off the opposition of the upper temple.

It was famous enough to reach my ears to be a crusading participant after being held back quite strongly by the temple side. He kicked that elite course and threw himself into a dangerous battle, even though he was an expectant candidate for the next priesthood.

I wouldn't have volunteered just for step-in-law or dating a second prince. At least you had more lumps than I had.

On that evidence, he had been repeatedly examined for his return from the Temple to the King's Capital even after he had embarked on a crusade.

On the other hand, even as a Demon King Crusader, there were countless scenes saved by clerics, and they became a necessity.

The expectations placed on brave men and clerics seem to be similar and completely different.

I was wanted to kill and the clergyman was wanted to save me.

Fulfilling, which pressure was greater...

- Either way, the clergyman took the heavy pressure that I couldn't help but suffer, directly from the front, and was resolutely doing his part.

The figure, however tainted by demonic blood, was beautiful and clean.

Such a cleric, with purpose. I don't like it.

And dazzled.

I was jealous and hated living too far from myself.

But now...

"Isn't it a little too intense, pretending to be a bracon? You don't have to go that far..."

"Don't talk too much, don't burn the extra care, is that what you're trying to say?

The voice uttered by taking my verbal butt was sharp and pointy, and the air on the spot cured at once.

I wasn't going to criticize you, I was just going to keep going because I'm okay without having to do that, and I'm more overreacted and confused than I thought. Looking beside him, he hit his brother's angry eyes.

I can see from my brother's expression that I missed the choice of words.

My brother was too smart and sometimes... I had trouble reading too far ahead.

Suspiciously sensitive that you may even be seeing in my mind, most of the time right. That, but rarely, can be misread. Like this one, for example.

It's just... it was usually supposed to be this level of objection and other easily recirculated categories.

"I know I'm over-interfering with you.... that's how you've always wanted to ignore me. [M] But while you're in this school, you'll have to put up with it no matter how hard it is to eat."

No, I guess I should run out of words if I'm not.

The distance from my brother, I wonder if I have approached him, stays away.

My feelings are too complicated, my past feelings are still dull as fire, and I can't communicate my mind well.

If it's too much, - it's true that I do also feel like I'm too involved in "my brother".

But that's not all.

That's not all there is anymore...

I haven't been good at telling the truth for a long time.

That's what I've been doing since my last life.

Weird pride and dedication also disturb me, especially when I have a sense of not being honest with my brother.

But the emotions other than anger in my brother's eyes... hurt badly. I couldn't even keep my mouth shut if I found it. Maybe I haven't seen the Demon King in days and he influenced me to be honest with Hen.

"I'm worried about you. I thought you couldn't!" My brother "shouldn't worry about" my brother "!

I took a breath and said it all at once.

... towards a mug with coffee, not my brother.

I'm prepared to drink whatever's in this. That's what I should have said, but it wasn't enough yet, and that kind of crap was rolling out of my mouth on its own.

They hardened to surprise. I feel signs of my brother from the side of my body. But then the mysterious shame boiled down, and I didn't want to bother checking with my eyes.... Is it because I said something too unlike me, I can't wait a while to hear back from my brother, and when I finally get up in momentum, I leave a cup of coffee and rush out to the front door.

Suddenly my actions finally lifted my brother's freeze.

"- Sho...!? Wait!

"Meshi, treat! Bye!"

Ignoring my brother's stop, who had finally spoken out, I went home in a dash to my dorm room.

By the way, there didn't seem to be anything suspicious in the coffee this time.

I didn't break my belly, nor was I attacked by intense drowsiness.

- After that.

My brother just texted me one word: "I'm sorry."

I replied, "Forget it."

"I'll never forget (Heart)," I never returned. Grab your phone instead,

………… This is the guy who will definitely be sent out to pick up every thing I remember for the rest of my life.

I knew I wouldn't do anything I wasn't used to.