This is Las Boss, Demon King, "Church" in front of Castle.

A city that doesn't sleep at night - Las Vegigas.

People push at the casino longing for a thousand bucks, and tonight they spit out their desires and possessions and their dreams are scattered overnight.

The colorful magic lights went out bright and the roar of the winner and the cries of the loser mixed together on a roulette table.

There is a slot corner in the corner of the gorgeous casino with golden decorations to the right and left.

All the tables were interlocked, and if you pulled the big win, you could have singled out the jackpot coins.

The brunette girl squeaks blushing as she stares at the spinning reel of such a slot with dead fish eyes.

"Switch the target to the center... Switch the target to the center..."

Is the swollen bear under your eyes the result of crying out or is it due to eye strain that kept staring at the reel again?

Former brave Aco keeps turning the slot with his pale left hand with a blurry face.

Neither a circlet with a treasure ball (orb) nor an adventurer-inspired outfit is even in a cape.

He looked like a normal town daughter. Ground-colored long skirts applaud her plain for losing the power of the brave.

I got to the table next to my cock about Town Girl A.

"Though you don't sleep in the city, shouldn't you take some time off...... ako"

I was a little worried you were getting my word.

"I can't think of anything else to do."

Acco presses and fastens the button as he follows the movement of the rotating reel with his eyes.

Fucking fanfare rang.

777 filled all nine squares in the drum on the Aco table.

It is a jackpot.

The girl didn't even nickel and started spinning the reel again as if nothing had happened.

The momentum to fill Aco's feet overflows the medal with Zabuzab, as if it were a dragon stashed with gold coins and treasures in a nest deep in the cave.

That's the jackpot she wanted, but it was like after she had already served it a few times.

To the lesser strength of the aco, so much so that the other guests do not lean against the slot machine.

I just put one of my coins in the machine and ask while turning the reel.

"That's a lot on you. And with that, you'll still think about the powerful gear you can get at the casino."

"Right. But it's something I don't need anymore."

In Aco's right hand, the main body of the canon had always been gripped… the cleric apprentice's glasses.

Turn the slot lightly to spit out the medal like hot water from the machine.

Now my cock was more icky when I was pulling all the hassles.

"So what do we do with that medal?

"Right... I'll redeem it and make a donation. I couldn't save the world as a brave man, at least to apologize..."

"With Mr. Cannon, you'd be getting your butt snapped by now."

"Right..."

The reel turns. Acco doesn't move.

"Speaking of which, which is Mr. Kirsch?

"I went home. Call me when you're ready. If you don't have business, you don't have a reason to be with me, do you? Oh, but I don't miss you. Everyone in the city is sweet, and the priest of the church in Las Vegigas who sent me out said that if I told him what was going on, I'd enjoy my life slowly from now on..."

Ha. And Ako tells me to mix dry laughter.

Losing confidence, looking for words to hang on to a former brave man who's about to lose his life.

"Hey Seiklid. You know..."

She asked me, staring at the front reel.

"Among Seiklid's ideals is my brave... oh, no, not anymore... is there a place for the brave?

Aco shrugs as he gently adds the canon glasses held in his right hand to his chest.

I can't believe my current cock is going to mention that.

"Is it the place of the brave?

"Yeah. I'm not a brave man anymore, so I can stay in this city. If you were a brave man, you'd have to go on an adventure. It's weird. So... in the paranoid world of Seychrid, all humans and demons lived happily and peacefully."

The reel in front of me kept spinning all the time, but I stopped on my own because I didn't button operate.

I don't have all the pictures and not one of the 7 letters in the drum.

She has no hegemony in her voice and she doesn't gaze at me, but I answer her questions quietly.

"How did you know there was no place for a brave man?

"Because isn't it the mission of the brave to defeat demons, demons and demon kings? If we're all living in peace, we don't need a brave man. So... I'm glad this is it..."

I tell my cock squeezing the frame of my glasses back with a sigh of breath.

"It's Mr. Ako who decides that. Aren't you yourself?

My words stopped Acco's hand spinning the reel all the time.

"I'll decide... I'm not a brave man anymore..."

"When the brave defeat the demon clan, who made the decision?"

Acorn's eyes stare at the reel that stopped hating him.

"It's been like that for a long time."

"Where do you need to follow the same path because your predecessors and predecessors have done so?"

"Yes, but..."

"The sword of the brave will sometimes hurt opposing demons. But if you don't have to fight, Ako will never wave to hurt someone."

The girl shook her shoulders fine as she closed her eyes all the time.

"But... I..."

"It is the power of the brave, to help those in need. It's to protect those who get hurt. If so, even in a world where humans and demons coexist, we need brave men and demons alike to protect all those who want peace."

Ako punches his clenched fist against the slot table.

"I'm not a brave man anymore. Because no one can protect me... even Kirsch is gone. Because I'm not a brave man..."

We must take into account her inherent fearful trait of not having a person's heart in the case of Kirsch. I don't, but I kept following.

"Oh, that's crazy. Didn't Mr Kirsch tell Mr Ako that he wanted me to call him if he had business to do? I don't think you're going to say a word if you've truly lost your love."

Ako, who had no feelings until earlier, felt irritated by her.

My incitement's working. It's working - not, maybe the ex-brainer remembers his anger at himself for giving up.

Truly, he is a brave man in a different way than Stella. I need you to go back to your old cheerful schedule.