The Immortal Demon King and the Impaired Hero

Take the lamp down the stairs leading to the basement with one hand. Every time I go down step by step, the tips and creepy sounds.

As he often enjoys the sound, the staircase ends and a wooden door appears in his present.

When you knock on the door and enter the room, you are greeted by a soothing air.

The dim room was lit by the lamp lights - just around the center of the room, there was a pompous and one stone tablet.

He knelt before the tablet and touched it thanks to his love. The only thing that comes from your fingertips is the cold stone feel.

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With thoughts that are inexhaustible to the words, I grasp with my fingers several names engraved on stone tablets. Every one of them is the name of those who once supported him.

And the only one in this world - the family.

After everything was over, he came back to the basement.

The situation in the basement was terrible. The floor had a sea of blood and few bodies fastened the prototype. Still, I know who is who.

He carefully mourned each and every one of them. Then he repaired the basement somewhat and built a tombstone in the center of the room.

"My dear family, sleep here."

Since then, he has evoked his days as if to distract loneliness by visiting the cellar from time to time.

Same as usual today. Repeat.

With his hips down on the cold floor and the lamp lights shaking, he turns his mind to memories with his former family.

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"Hey, are you going to raise your roots already? Demon King."

Speak to him, who lays down on the ground with a great sword, whose length the man with a giant body exceeds two metres in one hand. Speaking up, the Demon King has fallen to earth like no other.

"Gu, you still have enough stupid power... Gainos"

Demon King who manages to get up with his body supported by a paralyzing arm. The body is full of creativity from wherever it may be seen.

"Sort of. I still have one word for my sword."

"Instead of one word, there's no such thing as a demon clan who lines you up with a sword..."

Sword ghost Gainos. A sword that breaks everything by using its pulled power among the demon clans, and a demon clan that can be feared with a sword ghost from the two horns that grow from its forehead. He is one of the most powerful swords of the Demonic Nation, and the man who bought himself out of the amateur like-minded guiding role of the Demon King's Sword.

Gainos put that big hand on his shoulder as he stretched his chest and laughed lavishly.

"You look good now, don't you? Shit, are you out of your mind?"

When told, the Demon King scratched his cheek like a bum was evil.

It was just a year or so after the first battle with the brave.

He's been looking a lot better here lately, thanks to the efforts of his closest friends. Though it was initially carrying heavier and heavier air on my back, it is not now either. He was comfortable with Gainos and the extent to which he worked out this way.

"Sorry, let me take care of you"

"What, you don't care. The demon king always looked at you. Then the castle guys will be depressed."

Bashibashi and Gainos slapping him on the back. I don't think it's an attitude towards the Demon King in the end, but I don't have any problems because I tolerate this sense of distance in person.

"Sora, welcome to the princesses. Shake it off."

There were several shadows rushing here in great haste ahead of Gainos pointing in his jaw with a grin.

"Demon King! Don't worry if you walk away without saying anything."

The blonde girl who was running the lead - Ill say that first at the opening.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just trying to change my mind."

"I'd like a change of mood, but at least say a word or so. Be the one to worry about..."

I guess I was seriously worried. The pointy tail ahead, which is the charm point of the illum, is only drooling in the heart. Behind it, the proximities I was searching around with are aligned and my neck is vertical.

Overprotective, and a demon king scratching his head. But their concern is also natural.

It was like my soul had fallen out of the battle with the brave. My closest friends were constantly worried that the Demon King would kill himself because he couldn't stand the blame of his heart. Though I've been feeling a lot better lately, I still can't help but think what if.

Listening to Ill's novel from right to left draws my arms all the way.

"It's okay...?"

The girl who covered her tiny body with a soothing robe asks with few words.

"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you. Rem."

Mage Rem. Whereas Gainos guides the sword, Rem is a magic teacher. Its strength is origami, as is Gainos, a girl with enough strength to make the castle disappear if she wants to, behind its small, people-familiar character.

The Demon King stroked Rem's head as if he were his brother dealing with a distant sister of his age. Rem narrows his eyes comfortably.

"Good......"

I just said I was relieved, and Rem laughed innocently. The demon king also smiles at the smile. Neighbors watching the two of them look like they're smiling things.

The sight only seemed like a warm family, no matter where it came from.

It is a time of calm and peace. A happy sight, unlike a very slaughtered different world.

I didn't doubt this happiness would last forever.

Meet the sword with Gainos, make a story magic with Rem and play, and get zeroed a novel by Ill. I thought such a routine would last forever.

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Their smiles still come to mind clearly. Any time, any time. All that floats is a smile.

"I wonder why..."

Always, no matter how much you dream. All they come at is a smile. Never do they come to hate in memory.

That's harder than anything else, deeply choosing the heart of the Demon King.

"It's my fault, hey..."

Before I knew it, a glimmer of Shizuku conveyed my cheeks.

I just wanted you to say one thing about every grudge. You should have stood on your pillow and snuck up on me.

Why, I'm always laughing...

"If I'd noticed earlier. Unless you're overconfident in the juncture. If I could just stand by and protect him..."

Zero if it doesn't make sense.

Initially I lost it, I had eclampsia about irrational reality and I was calling it out like a child, but now I'm exhausted of such energy.

A demon king who continues a kind of work of pale language. What is there is neither anger nor sadness. Envy and giving up on the "everyday" you can't take back anymore.

The only thing I've just reached out to is the cold stone feel.

Enraged by the impenetrable sense of nothingness, the Demon King

"Oh - I'd like to go that way soon."

I've divulged the truth from the bottom of my heart.

If that was in an empty day that was no different than usual, there was nothing wrong with it.

But...

- What are you talking about, you?

To a voice inadvertently heard from behind, the Demon King's head chilled as if he had been showered with cold water.

I wasn't losing sight of her existence. I remembered it in a corner of my head. But I had lost room to turn my head that far. It is totally his fault.

The Demon King wipes the marks of Shizuku, who passed on his cheeks unpretentiously, looking back and complaining to the Lord of his voice.

"Don't water people when they're nostalgic for the old days"

He disguises himself as calm, wearing the mask of the demon king that was about to peel off.

"I miss the old days, hey..."

Close your eyes. The girl looks at the Demon King in surprise. My cheeks are slightly upset. Yeah, I can tell from the fact that my hair is still slightly wet that I'm taking a bath.

I was the one who recommended it, but the Demon King didn't really think he was going in. Who would think that all those worn out and hard people could walk around in a bath with a flat face? I don't normally think so.

He was a demon king who felt a little chilly about the girl's unusual resilience.

"I didn't seem to miss it at all."

"It's my fault."

"If you're lying, say it with a better face."

The girl said, sighing like a shudder.

"Look at your face in the mirror."

"Hate, there's no mirror in this castle."

"That's not what I'm asking."

The girl gets in a visibly bad mood because the Demon King doesn't try to get it right.

"You know what you look like?"

"Aren't you the face of a magnificent, majestic demon king?"

"Quite the opposite. I can't feel hegemony or anger, you look like a dead man."

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The Demon King just had to keep his mouth shut. Too many thoughts to find words to say back.

"It's a funny story to think about, isn't it? What makes you so familiar with the abilities of the brave? How did you know I was Japanese?"

So the girl separated the words and looked firmly into the eyes of the demon king.

"There's something you're still hiding from me."

Two cloudless eyes shoot through the Demon King. That seemed to me to say, "I will not allow you to escape."