The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

It's no match if you get knocked down again on the way to the catch.

When the Demon King honestly receives half a missing ampoule from me, he eats it in the first place.

Seeing what I didn't like, Ampan seemed to like it.... Well, you basically like sweet stuff, this guy. He is quite a sweetheart because he is enough to honey over rice.

"Inhibition of recognition, hang up. I'll find out because I'm sticking out."

I bit the bread, too, and gave the demon king that instruction.

The area was getting slightly thinner and brighter.

My vision keeps opening up with it.

That means it's easier for them to find out too.

If they find me before I catch them, I don't have an ex or kid.

If awareness inhibition was applied, it would be less likely to be found, and I could easily wait.

"... your power, that's convenient. Honestly, it's so helpful."

"Well, does that help?"

Just a little bit, when I felt a delightful mix of sounds in my voice and glanced at the Demon King on the side, its mouth followed the shape of a smile.

For some reason something spreads on my chest, and I rush to say it again.

'Cause it means that perception inhibition...'

Saying something deliberately to give water never caused the Demon King to laugh.

Why are you laughing like that...?

"I'm using you conveniently, aren't I? And don't laugh."

I turn away from the Demon King and groan bitterly.

I use you just like "Nishikujo". Since then, I've asked again about the contract, but the Demon King never spoke in detail of its contents, and he never revealed what he wanted.

I don't know if it's simply a difficult matter to say, or - because I'm not trusted.

"... Was I laughing?

Those words reached my ears, and I sighed small.

"You're unconscious..."

"It feels pretty good to be counted on for that"

I was whispered with a voice that seemed genuinely in a good mood, and I felt more and more like I couldn't resist.

Cheeks ampoule to mislead the feeling.

But the half missing ampoule soon disappeared.

"You like it?

"Ha...!?"

"You want some of this, too?

Did the Demon King's eyes look like I wasn't eating enough and sparing the bread, or the ready to eat bread is offered in front of him all the time?

"... I'm not here, you eat"

My heart beat was disturbed by a strange condition.

(... Damn, that's a confusing way of saying it. You're in a hurry.

I'm upset with myself for reacting hypersensitively to the word "like".

Deciding that I made a weird mistake because of Hiro's confession, I didn't think deeply about why I was in a hurry and where that upset would come from.

Suddenly a soft feeling hits my mouth, and I look at it in surprise.

"Mugg..."

Despite what I said I didn't need, Sama, the self-indulgent Demon King at my pace, has been pushing a nearly eaten ampoule in my mouth.

"Don't hesitate."

"Fine, fine."

"... I miss you. This is how we used to feed them."

I say that faintly, narrowing my eyes and deepening my emotions.

No, don't miss it on your own. What the hell is that? Old days, huh? You were feeding Aloys. You were.

Seriously, what kind of relationship was that? I thought you were a pet. Is it a pet?

I mean, I don't need your ampoule of food. Stop it, you idiot. Asshole Demon King. And don't spoof the Anko part! Your mouth is gonna be full!

... I lost a hugely complaining but persistent Demon King ampoule pushing attack in my heart, and accepted the pathetic ampoule that opened my mouth and no longer kept the prototype.

"Muggle"

"Your mouth is getting dirty."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm! (I know it's your fault!

With all the remaining shards pushed into my throat all at once and occupied by Ampan, I get a little tearful of the pain of stuffing my breath.

I felt sincere sympathy for Aloys, who was being fed such a rampage. He is a terrible owner.

As I desperately chewed the ampoule stuck in my mouth, the Demon King stuffed my mouth with his fingers.

Then bring the finger with the anchor to his mouth very naturally and lick it with his tongue.

"... eh"

A horny sight in vain has been scraping my mentality so much.

If you're not on stakeout, you can beat him up and yell at him, but the sober part at the core of his head works well even at times like this, making him save his behavior.

No, I can't yell at you anyway because Ampan is occupying my mouth.

... It was a failure not to prepare a drink.

Drinks as well as ampoules are a must for stakeouts. That's what I wrote in my mind's notebook.

And apologized in my heart to Hiro. I'm sorry I stuck Frankfurt in your mouth. This is seriously hard.

When you have difficultly finished swallowing the bread that has been penetrated,

- Finally, the waiter showed up.

The person walking down the hall sneaking footsteps, for one.

No matter how often you pay attention to the sound of your shoes, if you sharpen your senses, the signs will be passed on to you.

(You mean solo...)

I gave instructions to the Demon King to be quiet with gestures... and to be adulterous.

We're going to take a look at things first, figure out who the prankster is, and catch him with the current offender.

Once he stopped near the door, he glanced through the hallway and peered into the dark classroom.

I was surprised when I checked that face while lurking behind the church table.

Because he was a completely unchecked person.

Watch your actions while you wonder if you can't imagine the unexpected appearance of someone.

When the person confirmed that there was no one in the classroom, it crept in and came into the classroom.

And quickly push something into my desk like a piece of cloth I had in my hand. Just like the Demon King did with the ampoule in my mouth.

"... zamami"

My ears heard the killer squeal a mocking curse. Malice, hatred and fullness were packed in the little solitaire.

Having seen the decisive moment, I move to the front of the door as I slip out of the shadow of the table, feeling the bitterness spread across my chest.

Because the Demon King's power of perception inhibition was still working, the killer didn't even realize we were moving through the classroom.

I secured a position blocking the escape route, and I told the Demon King in piercing communication to lift the perception inhibition.

Speak to the killer at the same time that the recognition inhibition is lifted.

"It was you,... Watanabe"

"- Huh!!

The face of the class F chairman, who was staring at my desk with a distorted thin chuckle, instantly stretched hard, and his whole body jumped to the dew.

A stunned and frightened gaze captures me and the Demon King over my glasses, shaking violently.

"Ah... nah..."

After only making pointless noises and my mouth opened and closed a few times,... did you realize that it was useless to say something or fix this place, pulling out the cloth cut that I had just pushed into my desk in a move that could be abrupt, he threw it at me.

The broken cloth caught before it hit my chest makes an unpleasant noise.

It fit in my hand. It was a rag stained with muddy water.

It didn't contain as much water as the droplets dripped, but I was sick of thinking about the current situation in my desk that would be muddy.

"Why are you doing this?

I didn't know what was usually moving a serious and friendly chairman of the committee to wake up early in the morning and harass him every day.

"... you said you had absolutely no idea."

"The truth is, there isn't."

In my reply, Watanabe hung up.

The look changes so that the mask can peel off.

"You look good to guys everywhere and you're making it food for your handballs, you fucking bitch...!

Fucking bitch.

It was me who was exposed to various cursing rumors and slander in my previous life, but it was just the first time I was called a fucking bitch to the face and face. I mean, there was no fucking bitch in the word itself, in the previous life.

"That's how I got Nishi-jo to be a samurai (Habe) beside me at four or six o'clock, and this seemingly entangled Seo and his friendliness in the classroom, following the wind discipline, the Knights, and even the bitches who hang out with King, mistakenly think he's hot in tune because he cares about being called a demonic man or something... you're just a mediocre student yourself, but funny"

... I've heard that line somewhere lately.

It's a little far-flung to see if my impression sucks after all.

"But more than anything else, I can't even thank him for his privileged position, even though he's protected by just saying that he's his brother... and his generosity is unforgivable to me!

Let the burning hate roll, Watanabe has hit me with accusations.

"You're so taken care of by that one! Fluffy over there. Fluffy over here! You should be a little careful. You should know what he thinks, and you should reward him for what he thinks!

Even me found out that Watanabe's point was more about my brother.

Watanabe was talking about formerly belonging to his brother's SS.

I still wear my brother's favorite brand of glasses. My brother loves the same design.

- I had noticed, but I pretended not to know.

If you can spend time without a wave, even if it's just on the surface, you've never crossed it.

No matter how genuinely they think, even temporary peace is important to me.

"I mean, after all, Watanabe wants to say that I don't deserve to be my brother."

I get a big nod.

Three months. At least that much time in the same classroom didn't change Watanabe's mind. No, on the contrary, as a result of the worsening, I can also cloud that it led to an act of harassment.

To be honest, Watanabe's criticism was also a painful part of his ear. Sure, I reward my brother for his devotion. Instead, I just have a defiant attitude. Rather, it has been so since previous life. But...

"That being said, you can't stop being my brother. I don't"

"Even if my brother can't stop, he'll be able to at least be gone from school.... Your enrollment changed that one."

"Was Watanabe close to him? You sure you belonged to the SS...?

"Don't call 'him' mildly! And SS? I don't want you with those guys. Those guys are traitors. They're the only weak ones who should make that one absolute, but also funny to their brother and so on. That's the only one..."

Watanabe declared with a tranced look on his face.

"That's my God."

…………………

My brother..., somehow... has somewhere to attract enthusiastic followers from previous lives.

Even glasses do.

Those guys admire their brother.

No, you can say I worship you.

It also conveys to me that I have the same thoughts as Watanabe when I am very small.

Still, I don't think there's a problem there.

Having something you like enriches your life, whether the subject is a person or an object.

- But this shouldn't.

We must not cross boundaries.

This hand was in danger of harming the target audience if escalated.

What they have in common is that they tend to value their feelings more than their target audience. Pushing a solitary sense of justice and compassion on the target audience, love turns to hatred as if coins were suddenly turned upside down.

Then - it's better not to change the direction of hate.

I raise the corner of my mouth and provoke it with a palpable and mean mouth.

"So if that 'God' finds out what I'm doing, I'm in trouble?

It was precisely there and within class F that he continued to target my desk and plain harass me, probably because Watanabe himself had feelings he didn't want to take seriously.

Your eyes behind your glasses will wander.

No matter what I say, he still doesn't like it when his brother rips him apart.

"Are you threatening me?"

I look at it like I noticed something there.

"Evidence......, did you take a picture...!? You're cowardly!

I don't care what you think, you're the one who imitated cowardice, but the market dictates that these people are going to shelf their actions.

"I didn't take any pictures, and I'm not threatening you."

I've seen it with suspicious eyes when I flicker my hand at those who haven't held a rag. But both alert and relieved emotions are mixed among them.

"I just want to tell you to stop cleaning up the trash every day because it's already a pain in the ass and... if you find out, it's gonna be a lot more trouble"

This is how I stopped graffiti on Watanabe before. Maybe it worked in a bad direction too.

... I taught him kindly to the killer by stopping him. He said he wasn't going to tell anyone.

So Watanabe could safely continue his daily harassment.

But if harassment continues like this, no matter how early in the morning you were planting it, no matter what I don't tell anyone, they'll all find out.

Surrounding is classmates, of course, wind discipline, knighthood, king- brother.