He Didn't Want to Be the Center of Attention, Hence, after Defeating the Demon Lord, He Became

By the time I was the fifth Demon King Crusader to finish the crusade while watching over the four of them, various problems had arisen.

One of them is that even if there are members who are strong enough to reach the apex of the world, there are many times when someone gets sick and is forced to interrupt their journey.

Yuma, who was only 9 years old, and Miralka, who was 11 years old, were not accustomed to traveling long distances, could not continue walking for half a day when it was necessary to travel on foot, and I pissed and carried them.

When I was told that my feet became muscular pain and I couldn't move properly the next day, I wondered what Adventurer Strength was, but without them, I would be weakened as a party, so I always thought about taking care of the fatigue of party members.

Compared to Miralka and Yuma, Cody was too sturdy, so the adage "Cody doesn't catch a cold." Eileen had an unbeatable strength among women, so she personally gave her the nickname "Steel Woman." Nothing in particular settled down.

Anyway, I needed to hone a variety of skills to keep my members in excellent condition.

Then, the trick that was invented is a "whole magic" that uses healing magic and strengthening magic.

"Hau... nh... Dick, I knew it... it's been so long since it got inside..."

"The magic effect seems to have reached its core... so don't say anything that needs to be explained. And I'm Sebastian."

"I mean... if you call me by a different name, I can't calm down."

"Well, I hope they didn't ask. Eileen also takes high-ranking jobs every day and occasionally serves her like this. Is there anything you want me to focus on?

"... there's something else I really want you to do, but then, arms or something?

"I'd appreciate it if you could tell me what you really want me to do."

"Hey, I'm just saying. I know Dick wouldn't do that."

Like Miralka, Eileen speaks of her trust in me.

Just by loosening the stiffness from her back to her waist, she is completely disempowered and defenseless.

And this room is cooked with incense that relaxes the body and mind. Originally, I thought it would make my sleep better, but it is an environment that is no longer necessary when practicing magic as a whole.

"... well, that's not how I treated Dick as a boy..."

"Thank you for your concern. Now let's move it to the arm."

"Ah, it might sound like a butler when you talk like that. I'm surprised Dick looks like that."

"What a surprise, what a surprise..."

Eileen is wearing a simple one-piece type of clothing that is similar in design to the militant clothing she always wears, but holds the decoration down. Because the sleeves are short, the treatment can be performed without removing clothes. When I first put my hands on my shoulders with both hands, I rub them toward my arms, conscious of improving the blood flow.

"Nh... oh, I'm sorry, my voice came out... but I seem more elaborate than I thought."

"Customers are tired because they work hard from day to day. Sometimes you should loosen it up because it accumulates without noticing it."

"Ah, thank you... nnh... but if you do this regularly... ah, there... that's good..."

"I'm doing it as normally as I can, so don't react a little bit. Hold on."

"I mean... Dick, you're so good at this... uhh, why are you so good at this..."

"Well, it's like a 'cure', so touching it feels good. It hurts better, but if you use magic, you don't have to put so much effort into it."

"I see... it works like this because it uses magic. Dick, it's too subtle and serious....."

I'm always serious, and I end up loosening Eileen's arm without saying anything. Afterwards, he began to stretch his muscles from back to hips.

Where is the buttocks from below the constricted waist - when the buttocks are large, it is cheap, but Eileen fits it beautifully. Unfortunately, my father's thoughts were in it.

"Ugh ~, if you push your hips, you'll come inside again... it feels like this magic is coming in, and you'll get sick..."

"To correct the pelvic distortion, you'd better use your magic."

"So, is that your hips, your buttocks? Looking in the middle, it's cumming..."

"I'm not going in there anymore, I'm just doing it because you told me to. But what an amazing lower body... what is this ideal muscle?"

"I, I'm being praised right now... ah, no, I can't really, I can't..."

Is it good or bad that you can't do it? If it's really impossible, it's fine, but Eileen can't speak anymore, and she's freaked out every time she pours my magic into her. I'm not convulsing, but if I send healing magic directly to my muscles, I get this kind of reaction and I recover completely later.

By the time she loosened her thighs, calves, and soles of her feet, Eileen had fainted. The line from the waist to the toes boasts the militant's unique degree of completion, which was said to be the best way to appreciate it, but I slipped my forehead and switched my feelings, inviting the next customer - Miralka.

"... I wonder why Eileen, who isn't so tired, has been thoroughly treated and fainted."

"This is the heart of the Mansion. Come on, let's get you to your bed."

"Beh, don't say bed or anything. When I hear it from your mouth, it sounds lewd."

What kind of delusion are you having? I don't want to ask questions in butler mode with my daughter, but Miralka is right, the main guest this time is Yuma. That's why Miralka has to sleep early.

"... when you used to do it, I thought you only did it on your feet. Was Irene all over you?

"Yes, I've used healing magic all over my body to completely remove muscle fatigue."

"Your whole body... is that all you have to do is the back of your body? Eileen is lying on her back....."

"Yeah, just back there. If there is anything you would like, we can only do it."

"... even though I'm the same as Eileen, please start with my feet. It'll calm you down."

When Miralka sits on the bed, she pulls the skirt tightly to make it invisible. And I let her take off her boots, as I used to do.

It was barefoot on the journey of demon king crusade, but now it's black tights. I think she's grown up in the last five years. Tights are only widespread in a small part of the country, starting with the aristocrats, but as a professor at the University of Magic, they have their own tailors and can be custom-made to make tights.

And white-white hemp is the mainstream, but Miralka wears black tights made of silk taken from the precious "Black Moss" silk (silk). As for me, I can see the material of clothing by touching it, but I've never seen anyone else use silk for tights.

"... no, what? Should I take off my tights as well? It's embarrassing to show my bare feet...."

"No, that's all right. Now, let's get started. You must have been tired of walking so far."

"I can't believe I'm so tired at this distance...."

"I see you have new boots, so you're not used to your feet yet?

"Well, that's... nnh..."

When I had the foot Miralka offered, I checked that it was about to become a shoe rub with unfamiliar boots while pressing the soles of my feet, and began to apply healing magic.

"... you're really good at it. I think it's better to be a doctor than an Alliance Master... ah... is that warm feeling using magic?

"My treatment always uses magic. Keep the healing magic going until the customer gets used to the boots." Continuing Healing Light (Heal Light Regeneration Rate) "

Miralka says nothing and undergoes my treatment. Miralka is a professor and seems a little tired in her eyes, shoulders, and hips because she often sits at a desk and works.

"Customers, I think it would be better to give you a little more time and treat your whole body."

"... that's right. Unlike Eileen, I would never sleep. I came here because it's important, and it's not happening properly."

"No, you are welcome to spend as much time as you like until dinner. I feel tired every day, so I think it's better to take a break."

When Miralka finishes her leg surgery, she lies face down on her bed. She waited for Eileen, who was sleeping next door, but waited for the procedure to continue without saying anything.

"... I'm the one who told you to entertain me. The butler's tone is... unusual, but I don't think it's worse than I thought."

The reason Miralka is quieter than usual, and if that's the case - when I want her to listen to me, can I be a gentleman?

Begin with your back, reluctantly remembering the defenseless Miralka. The moment I pushed in, Miralka shouted quietly, but it wasn't impossible, so I continued the treatment as a magical whole professional.

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Miralka soon fell asleep, and the last Yuma was quite nervous about being touched by a man, so she decided to do a "touchless procedure." It's a way to heal without finger pressure and just magic.

Without touching Yuma's body sitting on the bed, she uses healing magic with her hands crossed. After all, Yuma was the most tired when compared to Eileen and Miralka. If you think you are working hard with a small body, you naturally get a fever in the treatment. You must never touch it.

"... it's very comfortable. Sebastian uses healing magic."

"We know everything we need to do to entertain our customers."

If you say you can recover or strengthen, Yuma will know exactly who you are.

However, if Yuma has had my healing magic before, it's not strange to notice. Fortunately, she didn't seem to have noticed.

"My dear friend... no, some of my friends also use healing magic."

"... how are you?"

"Yes, that person always has a bad attitude, but the truth is, I think more about people around me than anyone else. Even though I was a monk, I couldn't use healing magic, and that person wasn't angry and always healed us with magic. I was looking at that person, and I wanted to be someone who could heal someone like this....."

Yuma is probably talking about me - Dick Silver.

I didn't know she thought that, and I wonder if I could ask her in this way.

All I can do now is answer Yuma as the butler Sebastian.

"I'm sure that person respects Yuma too. A monk is a great job to reassure people."

"I see... I'm still immature, I'm not ready at all..."

"I wanted to support Yuma, who is working so hard, with arrogance. Doesn't everyone think so, not just me... so the treatment is over."

"Ah... yes. I'm so lighter, thank you...."

Yuma stood up, lowered her head and thanked.

Emma stroked her hair with both hands as she shooke her hair to her shoulders as she applauded. The vague manners were no different from those of her old self.

"... now I'm going to prepare dinner."

"Ha, yes... thank you. I'm going to stay slow until you two wake up."

"Yes, please relax. Now, if you'll excuse me."

I'm leaving the room with the three of us. Dinner is ready, and I have no problem preparing it myself.

--That's what I thought, I heard someone's footsteps in the back of the hallway.

There shouldn't be anyone else in this mansion but me and the three of us. But I did hear it.

I'm heading in the direction where I heard the footsteps. Of the twelve rooms on the second floor, Miralka's rooms are on the east side.

There should just be a room on the west side that no one should be using. When I opened the door, I didn't see anyone, and I entered a room with artwork, but I didn't see anyone.

If I could think of one thing - the attic. A staircase up to the attic is on the west side of the second floor of the Mansion.

Both the attic and the basement have been investigated - but the night is approaching and something has changed.

The Mansion where the Dead Spirit appears. Remembering a little nervousness, I went up the stairs leading to the attic.

Then open the door and enter the attic room - the sunset plunges in through the window, illuminating a part of the room.

--Someone stands behind the sunset.

"... who are you? How did you get into this mansion?"

The man is coming this way. A girl in a black dress - wearing a headdress with long silver hair - I imagine her personality - perhaps a nobleman.

"... I see you for the first time. I belong to a family that once owned this building."

Greetings from the nobles as they pinch the hem of the skirt. It seems that my guess was correct. [M]

The former owner of this mansion. I wonder why she's in this attic, where she was when me and the Guild were investigating the Mansion.

I have a lot to ask, but more than that, above all else.

The beauty of the separated girl, as if she had jumped out of the painting, had robbed me of my consciousness.