The Immortal Demon King and the Impaired Hero

A few days after we exchanged information. Isaiyoi and Seika were boiling down to thought.

Yuka was worried about how to go back hiding that she was a brave man. None of the stories I hear from time to time were realistic, and I put up a clearly throwing proposal for example to put on a mask. The mask would be too suspicious......

Isaiyoi, too, was still untouchable.

I can't really shake off the smile of everyone who flickers in the back of my brain. It makes me want to go back into that smile.

Both Isaiyoi and Evening Incense were stuck. That's why I came to the conclusion that overstuffing the roots is not a good idea.

I was supposed to take some breath and switch heads, but anyway, this is Demon King Castle in the middle of the Demon Nation's continent. Around the once bustling castle with its fortified city, now a desolate barren land. It won't be long before I take a walk to breathe and count with the demon. Then you won't catch your breath.

Inevitably, the scope of action will be limited within the castle.

So Isaiyoi thought that Evening Incense's weapons and protective equipment were useless, and at the same time the existence of a treasure trove that he had forgotten about came to mind.

As its name suggests, the treasure trove contains many of the treasures gained so far. Some of them must have been A-Tifact-class demon gear or weapon gear.

To tell the truth, Isaiyoi doesn't grasp the jewelry content of the treasure trove either. Here's the thing about that. Here's the thing, I remember being cordially explained by Rem quite a while back, but I had already forgotten the content was beautiful sappy.

Besides, defeating the brave men released the massive quantities of goods they were accumulating in the item box, leaving them in the treasure trove from one end to the other saying it would be troublesome to tidy them up, but what is the earliest thing to do.

Well, I took Evening Incense to visit the treasure trove with a light feeling that there would be one of the swords and protective equipment.

…………

Evening incense. He seemed to trip lightly in shock at the piles of cluttered goods in front of him.

"... Ha!? What am I..."

It took a few seconds, and Yuka returned it to me. Still overwhelmed by the current mountains or not trying to move a step through the entrance.

"What the hell? I don't get this. What is that mountain of swords? Something doesn't seem powerful. And... Wow, there's a mountain made of gold."

Once again, the soul is about to travel somewhere, gently pressing the back of Evening Incense into the treasure trove.

It is terribly dusty because it has not been taken care of, and aging is noticeable everywhere. I can't help but wonder how it really doesn't collapse.

Isaiyoi starts fishing in a treasure hunting mood, wondering if there's any excavation. Yuka also reaches for the dreaded mountain of swords.

When I try fishing, there are various things that are out of the question, and there are several interesting products that I don't want to use, such as golden swords with no practicality, or canes that emit a disastrous aura.

"... hmm? This robe..."

A black robe that reached over and casually took my hand.

Compare the dark robe that breathes in the light with the costume you're wearing right now. Neither changes the black thing, but the costume I'm wearing now stands out for its decoration. No matter how much you want to look like a demon king, this makes you stand out for evil.

If you're going to the human continent, you'll have no problem getting dressed a little more plain underneath this robe. If you want to go, though.

Isaiyoi sighs at his lack of will to make it.

"Why are you sighing?"

Yukata, who reacted with deafness, asks. Isaiyoi shrugs her shoulders gently and changes the subject, though forcefully.

"Have you found anything more eye-catching?"

Even if his face is muddled by the blatant way in which the story is distorted, Yuka turns her attention to the deposited objects.

"... there's too much stuff to choose from. More or less, this amount. How do I accumulate like this?"

"Even if they say so. You come on your own from the other side."

"Coming?... Are these all the belongings of a brave man?"

"Yes."

Affirming, Yuka looked around the treasure trove with a complex look on her face.

"Something... I hate it when it looks like a grave ravage."

"I don't know what it feels like, but it would be a treasure rot to stay asleep without using it"

"Yes, but... I mean, it's not rational..."

Clouding her expression, Yuka stares at the sword in her hand. With red and black spots everywhere. That's the sword the brave man had.

You must be guilty because of your serious and gentle personality. But you can't just let it end with your bare hands. Isaiyoi looks out for weapons that are likely to suit Evening Incense.

"How about this?"

"... n"

Isaiyoi received the protective equipment and Yuka began to equip quickly.

Until she finishes dressing, Isaiyoi fishes in Isaiyoi as soon as she has allowances for anything else to be blind to.

"Hmm, is this... booze"

Take the liquor bottle, which is probably what the brave man before Evening Incense left behind. When I opened the seal and checked the smell, it seemed quite elegant, and the aroma of aromatic liquor matured just in good condition cracked my nostrils.

Isn't it a bad idea to drink for the first time in a long time?

Except to keep the liquor bottle out of the way, Sunset just finished dressing.

"What do you say?"

Seika poses to show off. Isaiyoi gave you simple protective equipment that doesn't inhibit movement, covering your chest, shoulders, etc. Whether it suits me or not is pretty good. But...

"Are you happy to be told that your protective gear suits you?"

"I'm so disappointed."

Evening incense flaunts my shoulder just saying I'm heartbroken. No heart or I look in a bad mood.

And then there's the sword.

Isaiyoi searches for a sword worthy of Yuka. Find…….

"I wonder why. I think you fit better with your fist swinging than your sword."

Because the blow that broke the defensive junction was so strongly impressive, Isaiyoi couldn't think of Evening Incense waving his sword. Even though the vision of beating them up comes up clearly.

"Oh, my God..."

The image floating in my brain is too strong. I can't imagine having too many swords.

When Isaiyoi was troubled opposite the mountain of swords, Evening Incense sat down right next to him.

"Me, I'm leaving here tomorrow."

"... right"

Try to answer flat with chatter and metal noises, trying to say what was said.

"My right arm is feeling better, and I'm fine now"

"Oh well..."

All those major injuries are fully healed in a week. The common sense of the original world does not apply to this world. But Isaiyoi didn't feel that the common sense of this world was working for the girl in front of him.

"So. The..."

"What?"

"No, yeah. Wait a minute..."

Once she took a big, deep breath, Yuka opened her mouth like she had decided to.

"What are you going to do?"

…………

Isaiyoi stops his hand and points only at his gaze next door. There was Evening Incense staring at herself with an anxious look.

What to do. No, what do you want to do.

Honestly, the answer is already in Isaiyoi. I think that choice is best. But still, he wasn't confident in his choice.

That's because once mistakes are pulling my hair back. I know the pain I lose, and I'm scared of making mistakes. I'm afraid to make a decision.

You're helplessly weak, Isaiyoi thinks.

The silent silence of the unanswered evening incense makes it pounding.

"I do, and I want you to come with me if you can... I can't believe it. Look, you're strong. I'm worried about traveling alone. So, erm..."

I line up every word I can think of like a child. Be careful not to touch the core.

Yuka cares about Isaiyoi. I feel resistant to hanging out with myself. So I can't say it clearly.

Isaiyoi returns his gaze from the mouthwatering evening incense to the mountain of swords. Then one sword caught my eye around the center of my vision.

That's not to say the decorations are flashy, but make a straight impression everywhere with the martial bones. Then they felt the strength of the core that would never break.

Isaiyoi took the sword and offered it to Evening Incense.

"How about this?"

Yuka tries and gestures several times when she receives the sword silently. As a result, it seemed suitable for her glasses, nodding small and holding her sword back.

Isaiyoi sees it and taps her shoulder lightly to leave the treasure trove behind. Take the bottle and robe in your hand.

Isaiyoi singles as he walks down the corridor, which stands out for aging.

"Really, you're weak..."

The robe swayed in the wind blowing through the hallway.