Do You Think Someone Like You Can Defeat the Demon King?

Flam that opens its mouth gently and freezes.

Milkit softly looks alternately at the face of the Lord with the suspicious man who dwells in the room.

And then Eterna, as she stood up and walked over to the flam, put her hand on her cheek and brought her face closer to close range.

"What, this"

What Eterna is looking at is a sign of slavery engraved on Flam's cheek.

The flam in her memory shouldn't have had anything like this.

"It's also a strange story that Flam is here when he's supposed to be home. But this one's a weirder story. What, this?"

Her voice seemed a little angry.

That's not directed at Flam, but Flam's stomach shrinks cumulatively at his frozen sharp gaze.

I really wanted to be the first to ask, "Why is Mr. Eterna here?" But not the other way around.

"Who did this? How did this happen?

"Mr. Eterna... no, everyone but Mr. Eterna, you know"

"What?

"Because I'm so useless, Mr. Gene sold me... that I was enslaved"

As Fram said, Eterna silenced for a while before dropping her shoulder and sighing loudly.

"Only that pride is just a tiny little mischievous fish virgin magician no......!

I'm not used to hearing much from her mouth, cursing words overflow.

I know who you're talking about somehow to Flam, too, not to mention whether you're really a virgin or not.

"Maybe you didn't know?

"There's no way I know, if I knew, everyone would've stopped me"

When Eterna affirmed so - Flam felt the black jaws that had been smoking around his chest all along, fogging away.

Light-hearted, “saved” would say exactly how she is now.

"I'm sorry about Gadio, but Cyril wasn't in the fight because he was depressed."

"Mr. Gadio, Cyril..."

Regardless of Gadio, who took care of me the whole time, even Cyril, who I thought hated me.

Still, it doesn't change the fact that I was useless.

Not really - not all places were gone.

It wasn't like there was some kind of explosive emotional fluctuations, like sadness or delight.

But naturally, he was unconscious, and a single tear had passed down his cheek.

Touching with his hand, Flam laughed when he realized that was what he flushed.

"Sorry Flam. You should have suspected Gene when he told you he was back home. Every day I was treated as a slave, it must have been tough"

My paced Eterna, who is always selfish, seems sorry for her rare and dark face.

Fram said, pulling Milkit's hand and letting him stand next to himself, as he followed.

"Thanks to Milkit, it wasn't all bad."

Milkit was relieved inside.

The relationship between the two was made up because they had no place for each other.

That's because I felt like if Flam had a place called the Brave Party, I'd run out of space.

But it hurts again to say, "Oh well, that's what your husband is."

Something about this guy abandoning himself - such a certain kind of confidence was beginning to come into being in the mill kit.

"This kid's face, Mustard poison?

"That's right, Mr. Eterna, even from the top of the bandage. You know that."

"Because it's a plainly understandable category of poison. Still, I can't believe I use this poison on a girl because I can only cure it with drugs."

"That's right! In that connection, I'd like to ask Mr. Eterna something. I'll get you something you need from the ground floor!

Flam rushes down to the ground floor where he is leaving his luggage.

He'll be back soon, but Eterna and Milkit will be alone temporarily.

"Fram, you're a good boy."

"... Huh? Oh, yes, very nice husband,"

"I really want to go hit Gene even now, but unfortunately I don't know where he is. Besides, I'm not in a position to enter or leave the royal castle where he has his room."

Milkit got kind of happy with Eterna with a really regrettable look.

My lord was a man who was admired by heroes, too.

"That kid has the power to attract people. Maybe Gene was jealous because that's what he doesn't have. It was unacceptable to him, a genius."

"Who enslaved your husband, is it?"

"Yes, and Milkit, if you follow the flam, you can't go wrong."

"I'm going to, at least, until your husband dumps me"

"Then you'll be safe for the rest of your life, because I'll never throw away Flam"

"Really?"

"Yeah, definitely. Because..."

As Eterna tried to say something, she heard the flam rushing up the stairs.

Was it hard to say in front of him, and the conversation interrupts there?

"That's it!

Flam let a bunch of the two kinds of medicinal herbs he brought hold in Eterna's hand.

"Antidote material?

"Master, when will you have something like that!?

"Find it when you pick chiarali. Originally, the herb itself wasn't that uncommon, so I was hoping maybe I'd find it."

The biggest problem is finding a medic.

In the case of Reach, apparently I was only using the back route to find the pharmacist, but it was just hard to say “please this way at last" and I was worried about how I made the antidote.

I even thought about finding a way to do it myself - but meeting Eterna solves all the problems.

"Okay, I'll get right to Pharmaceuticals. I need about three hours"

"Is that okay with you?

"Because it's me"

Flam had no choice but to convince himself of the words that seemed unconvincing and, above all, convincing.

Eterna will also want to concentrate, which means the two tried to leave the room - but realized they hadn't heard the key thing, and Flam stops.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Eterna, why were you here? What happened to the Demon King crusade?

"It came out because Fram wasn't here and I wasn't bored"

"Huh... was it that easy to get out of it!?

"There's no reason I can't get out of it because Fram“ wants to go home. And this room, if there was somehow a street, I would have rented it because there was a nice empty house. "

Flam laughs bitterly.

No matter how much Eterna, it's impossible to use an empty house with that logic.

"Mr. Eterna, that's trespassing, isn't it?

"So this is how you work for rent"

"Were you conscious..."

"Yes, but it was good here. Oh, if you say so, I'm leaving."

"I don't mean to. I'm the landlord here from today, so use the room as you like."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

When Fram finished his interaction with Eterna, it was now time to leave the room with Milkit.

There was a noise going down the stairs, making sure no one was upstairs, and Eterna shrugged.

"Sentimental... not even like me. But it's not a bad memory that's stained here"

Staring at the often old wooden wall - exhaling "Phew," she began her work.

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Flam and Milkit, who went down to the ground floor, unpacked in order to prepare to live in this house.

Thanks to the fact that Eterna lived there from the beginning, the cleaning was done quite well, so the workload is quite small.

Plus, the amount of luggage I brought was pretty small, so it ended right away, and the two of them sat facing each other at the table when they got out of hand.

There are 4 chairs at the table.

It's a good enough number for Saila to come, but I want about two more when I think about visitors.

"Really, this house will belong to your husband..."

Milkit said emotionally as he looked around the room.

The flam is corrected and reworded immediately.

"It belongs to me and Milkit, right?

"That's just..."

"Because I'm going to. Tell me as soon as you have the furniture you want, because it's a budget and a consultation, but I'll do the right thing."

"... Yes"

He realized it was useless to argue, and Milkit nodded.

If I repeat it over and over, I can understand that I just have to give up.

Flam apparently won't stop respecting Milkit's will no matter what.

As slaves, I wanted to avoid putting my opinions through the Lord, but if that's what the Lord wants - even though I'm aware that I'm being changed a little bit, I just have to accept it.

An unexpected increase in the number of inhabitants has finally begun a new life here.

There should be more maintenance than accommodation, not to mention no rent.

Reach rewards for a while, but not every delicious request comes in handy.

As an adventurer, Flam must earn money in collision with the Daynes.

It was a lot of pressure, but it's also trivial compared to the reassurance that there's a place to go home.

In my heart, Milkit speaks to Flam, who secretly renews his feelings.

"Um, your husband"

"What?"

"Perhaps you are asking me something very much more now... maybe my face, is healing?

The voice is a little disturbing.

"It'll heal. Well, in the case of the mill kit, I wonder if it will take a week or so before the poison disappears. I'm supposed to be cured in a day, because I've just spent a long time in that state."

"In just one week..."

Milkit touched the bandage that covered his face.

Beyond that, a bumpy ugly face.

When I first came to this appearance, it was quite depressing, but now I accepted it as “something I had no choice”.

That's when I had to disappear - honestly, I was scared.

I don't want to be cured.

I don't want to change.

If I change, so will my surroundings.

You might get something new, but you might lose something at the price of it.

What if it's a flam?

When you're your original face and you're no longer as adorable as you are now.

That's what scares me so much.

"Speaking of which, I hadn't heard it before, how could Milkit have been poisoned like that?

In response to Fram's inquiry, Milkit returned to me all the time and answered with a reminder of the time.

"I don't remember when they took the poison. This was happening at some point."

"Then I wonder if it's likely to be taken orally. You must have been mixed up in a meal, just the worst one."

It's none of my business. Because this is how Flam gets angry at me.

Not for anyone, just for Milkit.

"Was my husband a man then? Was she a woman?

"It was a woman."

"Uh... um... I knew it..."

"After all?"

What does sex have to do with poisoning slaves?

Milkit tilts her neck.

"If I were the lord of men, I don't think there's any point in poisoning a girl and making her face rot. Well, some perverts may not understand glad to see others look like that, but, even so..."

Flam looks straight at Milkit's face and smiles.

"Whether the reason was a man's hobby or a woman's jealousy, I'm sure the reason you want to break it is because Milkit was a beauty."

"That's not true"

That's what she says.

Because I've never been told by anyone else that I'm beautiful before.

I am an ugly, filthy creature.

That's what I've come to realize.

"I wonder? I think your eyes and all that are so beautiful, but of course your heart. If that's the case, I think even your face is beautiful."

"Don't say that too much, I don't want to disappoint your husband"

"No, that's definitely not true. Oh, maybe you don't seem too happy from earlier, because you think I'm gonna be disillusioned to see your face?

"... Yes, it is"

A mill kit that I'll give you a little recognition for.

In response, the flam rises in large measure and moves behind.

I didn't want to ease your anxiety, I thought - I wanted you to be properly aware of the current situation.

She's sweet.

I can also say I'm licking it.

Mill kit.

Holding her from her back as she calls her name.

"You think my feelings are to that extent?

Milkit's chest wrapped in something warm in the gentle voice she hears in her ear.

"It's not like I spent a lot of time with you, but I thought that was telling"

It went beyond the chest alone and also increased body temperature around the neck, cheeks, and ears.

He's wrapped in a bandage and doesn't know his face, but when he finds his peeled ear turning bright red, Flam pinches it with his finger.

"Hih!?

To a sudden sweet stimulus, a mill kit that gives an adorable voice.

"It's turning red. I knew it wasn't coming through."

"I know, that's what your husband is. But someplace in my mind says," You can't have enough thoughts to be afraid of losing them. "

"Ultimately it's Milkit's own problem, so maybe he can't help but say what I say. But let me tell you something."

Apply more force to your arms to keep your body even tighter.

Transmitting his temperature deeper, feeling it - Fram told.

"Whatever happens, I'll always be by the mill kit."

Words stain places like the nuclei of the heart, which are so deep.

It freezes hard, it keeps rejecting the others, and this Lord melts it little by little, and makes it go away.

That's weakness.

I'm sure it'll be easier without it.

But “I don't want to fight it," Milkit's heart screams.

Instincts accelerate, emotions deepen, desires swell.

Recently, my body has also moved more and more on its own with impulses that defy reason.

I'm sure this (...) is with one of those impulses.

Milkit's hand, unconsciously, was subdued - layered over Flam's hand embracing his own body.

◇ ◇ ◇

of Milkit, every day I took the antidote began.

It was very bitter and the kind of medicine that flam would put on her face just to smell, but she carries it to her mouth without complaining.

A week before my face rots.

Plus it seems to take a while for the redness to completely disappear from there, but at that point the detoxification itself is almost complete.

Every day, Eterna unbandaged and made Milkit's follow-up observations.

But for some reason it takes place in Eterna's room upstairs and Flam is not allowed to be present.

Even if I'm on the ground floor, I can hear a slight voice, and I somehow know that the two of them are talking about something other than the condition of their faces, but I can't hear the point.

In addition to that, Eterna seems to be listening via Milkit for some reason about how Flam became an adventurer and his ability to flip.

"Then ask me directly! 'And although I protested, things still haven't changed.

After a moment, he may be trying to reduce his chances of talking to Flam as much as possible so as not to inadvertently slip his mouth.

Even if...

"Why can't I just see..."

- It's no different that I miss Flam.

While the two of them were locked in the room, she sat alone, holding her knees on the ground floor.

Most importantly, to the mill kit,

"Because I want your husband to see a properly healed face, not halfway through"

When they say, they immediately say, "Then there's no choice!" and resurrected with a full smile.

It is a little something.

Even while the detoxification was progressing, that's not true when I say if Flam had done anything.

I bought all the furniture and daily necessities with the mill kit and the house got a lot of sense of life.

I also have no problem earning money by doing F-rank requests to increase my Adventurer rank.

As usual, the receptionist Eela doesn't feel right, and the Dayne faction doesn't feel right staring at Fram every time they see him, but so far (...), he hasn't been directly obstructed yet.

And instantly a week passes - finally, the time has come to unbandage the mill kit with Flam's hands.

◇ ◇ ◇

Flam and Milkit were facing each other with a tense face, in the room they usually use as a bedroom.

Eterna is careful, waiting on the ground floor.

The knot of Milkit's bandage has already been untied, and all we have to do is get rid of it.

Flam reached out to the end of the bandage - with a trembling finger, and picked it.

"Yes, how much?

"Yes......"

Milkit lays her hands in front of her and gives herself up completely.

But the body was powered by bees, and it was clear that she was nervous, too.

Flam takes a big, deep breath - getting rid of that white cloth wrapped around his face.

What emerged from the bottom is fine white skin that is clear, although still reddish.

Next, a soft looking pink lip appears, shivering slightly from the tension.

Soon his heart bounced and Flam's hand stopped slightly as he stared.

"Your husband, sir?

Flam rushes back into motion to the anxious Milkit voice.

The next nose to show up is small, with a cute slightly redheaded head.

Skinny, but seemingly soft cheeks - just like the flam, were engraved with the mark of a red slave.

Unexpectedly, touch there at your fingertips.

"Huh..."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No... with your husband, you're welcome"

to the word, and Flam was struck by the feeling that his heart had been ejected.

I was going to poke puffy over and over again, so I put my strength into my stomach, put my temper back in and move my hand.

The fact that your eyes are beautiful, needless to say.

Clear as a gem - slightly darker emerald green eyes with a picture of the flam.

My eyes are shaking with anticipation and anxiety.

When all the bandages were removed to his forehead, white it fell to the floor with Fasa......

"Ha..."

Flam did not think, sighing with admiration.

Now how could she have thought of herself as ugly, etc.

Just looking at it makes my chest so tight.

"... what do you think, my lord"

Milkit asked for the flam to bend over.

Various - anyway, various words of praise were on Flam's head, but I don't think any of them are appropriate.

At times like this, I want to resent my low vocabulary.

No, or maybe there's no such thing as a word in the world that's appropriate for her to use.

Well, to be honest, Fram is watching, so maybe it takes a favorable correction to make it seem that way.

Even so, that's not the level of appearance.

“That makes my previous husband and jealous," I convince him in my heart.

"Um, your husband?

Milkit's anxiety swells on Flam, who says nothing.

Oh, not if you're looking for words, etc.

I haven't found a word yet, but it's my duty as Lord to remove her anxiety.

Placing his left hand against Milkit's cheek, from his slightly open lips, he makes a low voice, "Ah......"

His right hand similarly touched his cheek, stroking with his thumb belly the mark of a vain slave.

And I tell you as I stare straight into your eyes.

"It's cute, Milkit"

This is so much more embarrassing Fram's words than I expected.

Milkit's face turned red.

His mouth opens and closes with a puffy mouth, spinning words that make no sense: "Ah, ah, ah..."

"So cute"

But Fram comes after me with a smile like a sun, or something like that.

At last, the unbearable Milkit escaped Flam's hand in an incredibly quick move for her, kneeling in, and picking up a bandage that fell to the floor.

And mainly turn your back and cover your face in a great hurry.

"Oh, that? Milkit, why are you bandaged again?

"I can't, I can't!

"What?

"After all, I can't show you my face, I can't show you!

It's a hastily curled one, so half my mouth is hidden by a bandage, and my right eye is blind.

Still, I thought it was better than Flam seeing me in the face.

I've never seen anything like it.

My chest is pounding, painful, bitter, and I can't face the flam properly.

But no offense at all, Flam circled in front of the mill kit and peered into her face.

"It's a waste, you're so cute"

"Are you kidding, don't you?

"I'm not kidding. At least, it's the cutest thing in the world for me"

"... oh, uh... that's the first time I've been told"

"You're just the blind one the world sees, because I met Milkit. Let me see your face again."

Flam's hand reaches into the bandage and exposes his face.

When I realize I'm being watched, Milkit's face gets temperatures up again.

Placing your hands on both cheeks in an attempt to cool them, your hands will soon get hotter and your body temperature won't drop inside.

"Um... I knew it was going to be tough to show your face..."

A mill kit that picks up bandages again and starts wrapping them around your face.

Flam says with a bitter laugh.

"I want to see it. I mean, it's a shame you don't look so cute?

"It's a waste, there isn't. So the..."

Flam says he really wants to see his face.

Milkit refuses to walk outside exposed to his face, even when he is seen.

There was - there was only one compromise.

"How about removing the bandage just between us?"

Milkit put his hand on his cheek from the top of the bandage and said, shaking the cloth gently.

To the top, the reddish cheeks visible from the bandage clearance rise further up to the body temperature of the flam.

"That sounds kind of embarrassing..."

"Really?"

"Well... as far as I'm concerned, I mean... that might be better"

If the facial mill kit walks outside, it'll catch my eye even though I don't like it.

As long as someone's after me, as it is now, it's usually more convenient for Flam to put a bandage on me.

"But it does seem a little embarrassing that you are saying that... my face belongs only to your husband"

That's what Milkit said.

The vision of the flam is distorted.

It is so destructive that I unexpectedly remember dizziness.

"But I'm your husband's slave, so that's okay."

Milkit said to convince himself.

I couldn't get over the flam - I held her body.

Impulsively, reason can't contain instincts.

Surprised, it was a mill kit that repeatedly blinked, but I felt comfortable with the temperature that wrapped my body and immediately turned my arms around my back.

I accidentally hugged him, but Flam has no idea what he's going to do or anything in particular.

For now...

"... Again, keep up the good work"

"Yes, thank you forever"

We exchanged greetings like that, and then for a while, we stayed together.

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By the way - after the two of us went back to the ground floor, I told Eterna,

"It's just long to take a bandage"

It goes without saying that I was frightened.