The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

Whether my brother will notice a white crow and a shoelace wrapped around his leg is a pretty unlikely bet.

They should also look familiar in the shoelaces because they belong to the brand my father bought for me in alignment with my brother... even this crow wouldn't know who my brother is in the first place.

I'm also suspicious that you understand these words.

... Still, it's better than not doing anything.

The last thing I can say to the Herald Wu (teasing) that is not a Herald Pigeon.

"My brother is an honorable little beautiful man with glasses. - Please."

The white bird flew away from the cave ceiling again when it rang only once in the admitted wind.

A few pure white blades scatter and flicker through the light that plugs in.

I fell in love with that beautiful sight, forgetting the pain for a moment.

Really, it looks like God's use.

As soon as the crow was gone, I felt the temperature in the cave drop a lot.

Pain, cold and fatigue push at once. At the same time, strong anxiety brought his head.

Even if the crow brought me my brother, will he fulfill and until then bring this body?

It wasn't fatal, but it wasn't even light enough to jump into the ocean without even touching it and leave it there.

My mother's face floats.

After my real father died, I was the mother of this world who raised me with one woman.

- The mother is now remarried to her father, and there is a son between her and her father, and no longer... even without me, my mother has proper support. I won't be alone. My father and brother are here, and new children are added.

Still, my mother will grieve, but I'm sure, over time, there will come a day when that grief will heal as well.

I never got used to the pain of losing, but I've experienced so much in my previous life that I don't like being used to the grief of losing it.

My brother will be angry.

You must be mad.

- That brother who wished me happiness.

But I'm sure my brother would be happier without me.

It has been for a long time.

Sharpen that body for someone, pray for someone, and do it for someone.

That's what my brother, the cleric, was dazzling and painful to me - "I hate".

I couldn't help but neglect a cleric who had a completely different heart than me, executed it without bitterness, and even reached out to me for salvation.

(I just got one and I can't give it back to you...)

Now... now...

(... sorry, brother)

In the end, you can curse your unfortunate brother, no matter how angry or abusive he is in this world, until he has a voice, please... forget it, find someone who cares about you and cares for you... and be happy.

(then......, tel)

I don't even know where you are anymore.

I can't even reach my voice.

What the hell did I want to do with you... at this point, I don't know.

I just... wish I could have stayed by a little longer.

I'm worried about you.

You're alive and fluffy, but for some reason you're worried and you're blind.

At first, that's all.

Pure, boisterous, selfish, self-absorbed, and healthy and cute all the way.

Even though I'm all annoyed,... I was wondering myself enjoying and accepting that annoyance somewhere in the corner of my mind, even though I thought it was a pain in the ass.

All this time, I thought I had to do something after we met again at school...

Even if it wasn't for me, you'd already have your former demon friends.

Regardless, Manager Seo won't treat you like a bad person and will follow you well.

You found your place.

... you knew.

That's the place.

So...

I think my heart will sink into the ocean with a secret without telling you.

You might get mad at me for disappearing again.

Just a little, even relieved.

You don't have to know I was a brave man.

It wouldn't be so bad if you stayed in your beloved "Aloys" and remembered you.

- That's right.

I could have lived a life that wasn't so bad in this world.

I have a mother.

Meet Uchi.

I had a father.

Reunite with my brother.

My sister can do it soon.... No, it could be my brother.

(Not bad... na)

It wasn't bad, it was a happy life.

I lived my life so well that it wasn't as good as it was in my previous life.

I picked it out for myself properly, of my own free will, a little different from mediocre… in the end, but still, this life wasn't forced or pushed by anyone else. It was my own life.

That's it, I'm satisfied.

I've had enough.

Enough, it should be.

"Alive..."

Spilling out of his mouth was a tiny, trembling tear that seemed to scratch away at the sound of the waves.

I want to live.

Strong, strong,

Why the greedy, wishful mind.

Where does the mind come from that gets unworked.

Why do you wish you didn't want to die when you were a brave man who didn't even fear death, stuck so raw all of a sudden?

My mother's face, my father's face floats.

Still unborn brother or sister.

I missed you.

I wanted to see my little life.

My brother will surely be angry.

You'll get stuffed if you're impotent again.

Behind it, you blame yourself violently, hurt and mourn.

This time, I wanted to make sure it didn't turn out that way.

Stupid. I repeat.

The faces of Uchi and the other faces we meet in this world come up one after the other, and at the end of the day the demon king emerges.

After all, I laugh just a little bit that the best part of my heart is him.

Even if I'm gone, he's not alone now, and I'm sure the exdemons will do something about it.

But I'm worried.

If you're too worried to form a proper Buddha, it must be your fault.

(I don't want to die)

When I was on a landslide and ready to die, I worried that the demon king would be resurrected by my death.

But now, I spare my own life with more different emotions rather than such a sense of responsibility.

Fear the footsteps of a sneaky death.

I don't think I want to die here.

I don't want to die without knowing your fate.

This is when I finally realized that you wanted to see me happy as a person in this world.

It's a stupid wish.

But I really hoped so.

... forgiven, I felt.

If you were happy, I felt forgiven for being happy.

I felt forgiven for forgetting all my sins and sorrows.

Even "Demon King" can be happy, so even "Brave Man" can be happy.

I know that's an unsolicited statement.

I was a "brave man" but not a very good "brave man". Sometimes I let a lot of people die because I misjudged.

That sin will never go away, and I still sometimes remember and dream about it.

But I wanted to get normal happiness and die in this world of rebirth. This time.

The uninterrupted, pulling monotonous wave sound lures me into a fierce drowsiness and tries to capture my consciousness.

Biting my lips trying to keep my hazy consciousness at bay, I squeezed my last force and started crawling against the wall as I crawled forward over the rock shelf.

- I didn't want to give up, keeping it rolling for no reason.

The rock walls that follow the cracks in the ceiling have scaffolding, not a wall.

If he was even fit, he could have climbed the rock wall and escaped from the crack gap, even with his current… current physical abilities in this world. That white crow may have also led us by considering the wall here an escape route.

(I don't know what it is all about, but even if it bites on a rock, I'll lift it up)

Crows with beautiful pure white feathers are not back yet.

I entrust my destiny to the birds, and I don't just wait, I do the best I can.

(This is where you die...)

I'm...

I'm the only one in this world who loves someone right and someone loves me.

It doesn't have to be a lot of people, like spending time with close family, friends and lovers, mediocre but laughing everyday,

I've made up my mind to get that kind of happiness.

Drag a body that feels heavy like lead, aiming for a raucous shrine on the wall.

Already in a fight with Luca, he grabbed a fine scratch and seeped blood into his hand, carving a new scratch and still grabbed a crumbling rock and moved on.

It seems like you are asking God for help reaching out to the temple, distorting the mouth that repeats rough breaths.

It was simply that the wall near the shrine seemed the easiest to climb, but I'm sure it would look that way if I did my best here.

I'm surprised I gave up so badly myself.

When I sat myself sarcastically in my heart, I heard the sea unnaturally ripple.

When I did my gaze, I saw a sudden bubble of air, something approaching the sea towards the shore, on a calm surface that until then only reflected light as it waved loosely.

It's clearly not shaped like the offshore fish shadow you see around here, more... it's a big, black "something".

(No way -, that quack is alive...!?)

If Luca, I'm the best at just crawling down the ground, and I can't even run away from fighting anymore. Now it's the only way to feed that jaw.

(That's it now...)

I sipped and, no, stared carelessly at the appearance of it from the booming ocean in the course of the time I felt it for a long time -.

* * *

Upstairs in the dining room. Tiny discomfort plundered the bargaining chest that was eating breakfast at the table at the window.

Negotiation brings a brilliant frown to that uncomfortable sensation by stopping the hand over the corn soup from the vessel.

The discomfort instantly transformed into a clear chest commotion.

"Chest noise" is also a precursor to prediction rather than a hunch.

In previous life it has carried mainly disturbing events.

I turn my gaze across the floor to see what's going on around me, bewildered by a feeling I haven't felt in a long time.

It just plugged into a crowded time zone, and the dining room upstairs floor was filled with 70% of seats, although not as much as the first floor. A buffet table on the wall lined with dishes is also littered with students serving each one of their favorite things on a plate.

On the floor table with white crosses, it varies with those who are interested in chatting while eating, those who focus on eating silently, and those who still do not eat slowly with their sleeping eyes.

A round table with parasols was placed on the terrace seat outside the window, where the students were also seen in a glimpse.

There are also a number of students who prefer to eat in the wonderful morning air, and straw and terrace seating are popular from early spring until before the summer vacation. Negotiations prefer indoor dining to eating outside. In my previous life, I did a lot of camping, so I didn't like it and feel like eating outside. If you can eat in a comfortable place, don't hesitate to choose you.

I observed it carefully as a whole, but I could not feel any signs anywhere that there was going to be any anomaly on the floor or on the terrace, and what was spreading there was the usual dining landscape I was used to seeing.

"... negotiation? Hey, what's up?

The princess, who was sitting across from the same table with a freshly baked roll pan on her cheeks, asks when she realizes how the negotiations were going. Although we don't particularly show each other, we often dine with the cafeterias because the time spent visiting the cafeteria is almost covered. Negotiations merged into the seats of the pigeons who were here earlier today. Of course, there is the former guardian knight, Hitachi Kumiaki, next to Hitachi.

"- No... I'm not saying there was a 'what' in particular..."

"Don't delude me. Is there something you care about?

No confirmation of the anomaly was obtained, and in contrast to the cloudy negotiations, he sharpened his gaze slightly and looked to the negotiations.... The good prospects and the way you step in around here have not changed since your previous life.

I know I had a lot of difficulty reincarnating from a woman to a man, but even if my sexuality changed, my impression of the princess did not change surprisingly, even if my lustrous (ah so) or soft blonde hair and rugged eyes changed to black.

On the other hand, some of the contents have completely changed in appearance.

The second prince, who was also a child tamer in his previous life, and - he is my brother in this world.

My brother, who came to school this spring on his own recommendation, sat in the seat where he was just now sitting, and I can already feel it long ago that we had breakfast together. But, strangely enough, it's only been a few months since then, so many things have happened.

My brother, who causes every problem from next to next, or is involved himself, has had such an aspect since his previous life...

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

I'm sure "he" in his previous life wouldn't have said such a line if his mouth had been torn.

It still reminds me if it opens my heart a little, along with a little tickle, something slightly warm springs up in my chest. But...

That's how I thought of my brother's figure slowly clung to my brain, making my bargaining chest more and more dizzy.

"- Excuse me, I'm going to take my seat off for a moment."

That's fine if it's your fault.

But I feel terrible.

Usually misconduct like making a phone call during a meal was a reluctance to negotiate, but I was agitated to flinch my chest and take a seat in my hand to hear my brother's voice.

And as I tried to move the place, - I heard faint bird wings in my negotiating ears.

The feather invites me and flushes my gaze out the window.

On the brass fence surrounding the terrace seat, a white bird appeared gracefully in the eyes of the bargaining.

For a moment you can see it with the gulls you see on the seaside of the island, but its shape looks just like the birds you often see in the city.

Not a seagull, not a swan, not a dove.

(white, crow...?

A rare colored bird gives a bare gesture about the dining room as it moves to the left over the fence to the right.

Somewhere the human smell trick was also of interest, but more than that, the eye of the bargaining nailed to the string bracketed on its leg.

"That's... ugh"

Spill a small grunt and head quickly from the door leading to the terrace seat to the bird at a glance to confirm closer.

When he and Hitachi also looked at the inconvenience of such negotiations, he followed immediately.

You sensed the sign as the negotiations approached a fence about two metres high surrounding the terrace seat, spreading your wings as the bird tried to fly into the sky.

"Wait...!

Even though I knew it was useless to speak to an unspoken bird, the negotiations were reflexively speaking.

Large wings of beautiful pure white, the white crow rises to the sky again.

"Wait!

The bird, desperately wondering if he had received the voice that had stopped him, or if he would fly away as he did, flew towards the negotiations after swirling through the air.

I unconsciously give my hand to the chirping sound of "quack" and claiming something.

It sounded like negotiations for some reason, like the voice was saying "stop holding me".

A white crow lands in balance in the bargaining hand that I have offered.

He was a bird with very beautiful wings.

Twinkly feathers shine in the morning sun.

I could have fallen in love with its beauty, but the eyes of the bargaining were clumsily bracketed around its legs more than the beauty of the bird, looking only at the green string that had taken half off.

That looked just like my brother's shoelaces.

No, if it's not a mistake, - this is my brother's shoelace.

It's still new to my memory that my father gave each of my brother and myself something of a different color in the exclusive from the brand manufacturer.

Negotiation shifts its gaze to round eyes like two red balls.

"Where the hell did you get this..."

A red that was going to suck looked back at the bargaining.

When the bird rang as small as if it understood exactly the language of the bargaining, it rose again from the bargaining hand to the sky.

Then he bypasses the building to the back of the dorm and flies away.

The figure, once invisible, appeared right out of the shadow of the dorm and stopped at a branch of a tree just too far into the sight of the bargaining and rang "Kaa".

- It's like telling me to follow you.

Negotiations didn't have to think about it, but I followed the crow and jumped out of the dining room.

Drive a nasty imagination into a corner of your head of what awaits you before the white bird leads you, - about to gush up.