Corporate Slave Hero Says He's Quitting His Job

Sweet brave to the demon king.

Me and Isbell were walking through a forest of depression and trees.

Would it have been about 30 minutes since I went into the woods?

In the meantime, we haven't reached the orc nest yet.

That, and this, is due to the poor prospects.

Too many demonic accidents because the trees block sight.

Over the course of several earlier days, I have been struck by another demon.

I kept fighting demons every day, and Isbell, who was able to follow demons, wouldn't be taken the lead because he was sensitive to the signs, but it's a pain in the ass.

"... don't you want to burn down every forest anymore?

Until Isbell, this is the end.

I don't even try to hide my unpleasant face anymore.

I know how you feel.

But if we do that, now we're on crusade.

"The signs are getting closer. A little harder."

"Hmmm......"

The signs of the orcs are definitely getting closer.

As for the number, is it about 20?

"Mm, Al."

"Nothing. He said Adele could do it outside. What?"

"Mm, so Adele, isn't that what the Orc herd is about?

A few gray-skinned organisms are visible at the tip of Isbell's finger.

Definitely, it's oak skin.

I can feel the signs from around them, too.

"... you hit it. All right, I'm gonna slash you all in one go."

"Don't you want to get stuck? Range, it's quicker to wipe it out with magic."

"It's a lot of trouble when the terrain changes. Can you add or subtract?

"Ugh... what if I slaughtered you?"

Just lived with me for one day and found out, Isbell is pretty nasty with force exertion.

Sure, range attack magic works to blow up the herd, but in Isbell's case, it could make a wide range an uninhabitable environment for organisms.

In the unlikely event that you blow up the herbal flocks that become drugs and such, you can't even see the damage.

"All right, let's go"

"Uhm!"

We pull out our swords, flock of oaks and go in.

This is the moment when the world's first demon king and brave man fight together.

♦

Oak has a sloppy fat body and gray skin and is a man-made demon with a face that can only be good with pigs.

Physical stature is larger than that of adult men, and muscle strength is commensurately higher.

In addition, he often possesses weapons such as axes, spears, sticks, etc., and the New American Adventurer and others are surrounded to death.

(Sure, you had horrible eyes when I freshly became a brave man too...)

Remembering the past that way, I slam the oak in front of me from my shoulder.

Never a superior sword, but it can be enhanced to some quality if the creature flushes the enclosed magic.

"Adele! This one's over!

"Oh, this is his last one too"

There were more than 20 companions who were supposed to have been hit, and at the end of the day there was an orc who escaped without fear.

I throw a sword at him with his empty back.

The sword, which flew away at high speed, wore the heart of the oak as it was and immediately let it die.

"All right, over."

Make sure your prey is gone, and I turn to Isbell.

She was just about to hunt the last piece of shit, too.

"Hmm."

"Ohh... ooh..."

The orc, seldom cut through his entire body, slowly collapses to the ground.

Now all that's around us is a cave that's an oak nest and the body of that oak.

All you have to do is take the demonic stone, which is a testament to the demons from the bodies of the orcs, and bring it home, and the request will be accomplished.

"Is this all you do with adventurers? This is unexpected..."

"If you want to have a proper adventure, you'll have to dive into the dungeon. All the other jobs, honestly, are chores and crusade requests."

"Then I want to dive into the dungeon too!

"Hmmm...... right. There's nothing I can't do..."

"Mm-hmm? Oh, you're not really into it?

"Well, yeah"

A dungeon is a huge underground facility where many treasures sleep and many demons roam as if to protect them.

Since when, I don't know why, but many adventurers have arrived because hunting for monsters that contain treasures and demonic stones to sell can target a thousand bucks.

At the end of the day, I'm not much of a rider because I have too many people's eyes.

"Well... well, if that's what you are, I can't help it."

……

Not good, Isbell is visibly depressed.

Though a former demon king, she looks like a poor woman.

I don't know what to do when I get this messed up.

Seems like the only way to handle this feeling I can't wait to break it anymore.

"- No, let's dive into the dungeon."

"Eh ⁉"

"If you think about it, you can't stand out if you put it in the dungeon under the guise of a normal adventurer. Few people will pay attention to us in the first place. There will be some trouble, but the worst guild will protect it. Because the place is in order, you can make a lot of money in the dungeon. Yeah."

As if I were to tell myself, I spin words quickly.

When I looked at Isbell's face on the side, he was making his expression shine visibly and happily.

"Is that true! I can do adventures. ⁉"

"Oh, oh... to be so happy?

"Say what! I've never been able to get out of Castle Demon King! Adventure was another dream. ⁉ I can't believe it came true!

Isbell looks up at the sky with her eyes shining as she sets the tone of her nest on the way.

I didn't think you'd be happy so far.

I don't feel bad.

"That said, I'm only as knowledgeable as I've dived a little to the extent of fundraising, too. Be well prepared when you get home and dive tomorrow."

"Wow, okay! I'm not an impatient woman, either!

Isbell defies her fine breasts and says she is excited.

From an attitude, the word is also honestly suspicious.

"In the meantime, let's start with the demon stone recovery of the oak. We'll find the inn when we get home."

"Uhm! Leave it to me!

Happily, Isbell began to sneeze at the task of retrieving demonic stones from the flesh of the oak.

It was decided to dive into the dungeon as a result, but it is certain that it is just right for the fundraising.

If treasure is to be found, it may fill the money that Isbell must pay in an instant.

"Do you feel comfortable..."

The slightest anxiety was deceived by the demon stone recovery effort, and we ended up doing this request in one day, which was supposed to have been suspended for a few days.

♦

The night we accomplished our request, we were taking to a different tavern than the one in the guild.

"That's good! This booze!"

"Oh, I picked this place and I was right"

The tavern here is in the inn we decided to stay in, and the guests are served food and liquor at a slightly lower price.

Eventually, the request for the extermination of the oak turned out to be eight gold coins, so we decided to find this inn where we could stay for five silver coins.

Because I was going to be around for about a week, I paid two people three gold coins and five silver coins in seven days at a time, and this is how I ask for rice and liquor with one remaining gold coin.

"Looking forward to tomorrow! It wasn't Ade. Al!"

"... right"

Isbell is in a good mood, drinking ale.

Due to the slight redness of his face, he seems to be starting to get drunk.

Let's make it stop with one or two more drinks.

It's a pain in the ass if you get drunk.

"Mm! I'm out of drinks already! I'm sorry! I've had enough..."

It was about the moment Isbell, who looked lonely at the contents of a jock made of wood, tried to order a replacement.

All of a sudden, the door to the tavern opens magnificently.

The bustling liquor store silenced for a moment, all paying attention to the humans who came through its doors.

- Hey, that's a nice tavern.

What came in was a fish-eyed woman rocking her long blonde hair.