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

What happened at the White Goat Pavilion was to be reported to the Inquisitor again.

The Knights who entered the investigation into the Purple Scorpion Pavilion and the Green Crab Pavilion, together with the accompanying Inquisitor, confirmed that their work was in violation of the Kingdom's laws and detained the Guild Master and Guild members. In the future, one person at a time will be questioned and sentenced according to the seriousness of the crime.

The Guild Master of the White Goat Pavilion was his master, not because he was wearing a collar.

The "Grey Clown" is another name for his master. I was told that by the Guild Master of the White Goat Pavilion.

In the past, adventurers in the Kingdom of Albain did not belong to an organization called the Alliance, but worked individually. Or just to go on an adventure to earn fame and treasure, there was also an unsolicited adventurer.

However, a hundred years ago, for the first time in the kingdom, an adventurer with strength exceeding the SS rank - a master - appeared, and the "Adventurer Alliance" was founded by her hand.

Master named his guild the "Snake Pavilion", gathered excellent adventurers as guild masters, carried out requests from the people of the King's City and nobles, and gained absolute confidence from the people to be comparable to the King. Since there was only one guild at the beginning, it did not have a symbolic color and was' colorless'.

However, Master didn't think of staying in King's Landing from the beginning.

Ten years after she formed the guild, she suddenly disappeared. Without a clue, the adventurers were very confused.

After losing her absolute charisma, four adventurers of SS rank and eight adventurers of S rank created their own guild, imitating her way of doing it, as Master once did.

Some of the remaining Alliance masters were unable to organize their emotions against her, who quickly abandoned the organization she had created and never returned, calling her a "clown."

And the name "Grey Clown" was created for the Master by crowning him with gray, which represents the ominousness that no other Alliance Master had chosen. Yes, the Alliance masters at the time didn't hear the name of their master either.

Still, only the White Goat Pavilion Guild Master knew and worshipped her. Instead, he continued to divinify and respect his master without change.

Master didn't mean to do that. Only the Guild Master of the White Goat Pavilion remembered that if she cared, she could rule all the guilds again and keep the adventurers under control.

When the true lord returned, the White Goat Pavilion tried to set the tone for her position as a top guild in order to prepare a chair suitable for her to sit on.

I withdrew three guilds from the umbrella of the White Goat Pavilion without knowing the prospect. From that time on, I was considered a cautious person for the White Goat Pavilion.

However, after examining my traits, the White Goat Pavilion Alliance Master did not think of crushing my Alliance and was determined to strengthen his dominance over the remaining Alliance.

--But times were about to change. After we crushed the Demon King and returned, the number of monsters was visibly reduced, and the adventurers whose main focus was on demon crusade lost their jobs.

Then the Purple Scorpion Pavilion first, and then the Blue Archer Pavilion dyed their hands for evil. At the invitation of the white goat pavilion, the green crab pavilion also failed to adapt to the times, and was completely captured by itself.

Master was right, there was no need for twelve guilds in King's Landing.

It was the White Goat Pavilion Alliance Master who needed a subordinate collar to maintain power. Master accepted the request and made a collar - so I can't say I'm innocent. She knew what it would be used for, so she made a collar and ordered the guild members of the White Goat Pavilion to wear it and abandon their lives.

Still, I wouldn't have her appear before the Inquisitor right away.

It may be too late now, but there was something I really wanted to tell you. That's why I brought my master back to the Guild House.

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I can't let him sleep in Verlaine's bed, but my master is sleeping in my bed with the sheets changed.

It's been about two hours, but I won't wake up. They're temporarily depleting their magic to defend against my attacks, so it's a good thing to donate, but it's not easy.

It's not a matter of technology, it's because Master doesn't know if he wants to receive my magic.

So I'm waiting for it to recover naturally. I can't even touch it to give it magic.

Until I brought her here, I carried her - and even hesitated because I still respect my master.

He taught me how to live. He told me to go to the Demon King Crusade and do whatever I wanted.

Now I know why you let me go. She believed that I would come back to her.

No matter how much I wanted to, I didn't tell her I didn't want to kill her.

"Master, I brought you a drink. Would you like me to make a little change?"

"No. She can transfer at any time... if I don't see her, she might be gone. Thank you for your concern."

"... if you thank me like that, I'll go crazy. Even the weak master feels attractive."

Verlaine changed her tone as an ex-Demonic King and placed a drink at the table next to the bed. It is a cold tea made with herbs called "Michika grass" that helps calm the mind.

A sip made it much easier for me to get what I had on my chest. Verlaine smiles and replaces the heated cloth on Master's forehead.

Heat is generated when healing depleted magic. The wounds I took from my attack have healed, but I've run out of magic - now I have to wait for my natural healing.

"Verlaine, you seem to know who your master is. This man is not an elf... I don't know any other subhuman race that long. What the hell is she...?"

"He controls powerful magic and has knowledge of all things. And immortality. Wandering around, Blessed if worshipped, and Cursed if sneaked. It is said that there is such a existence among the demons."

That's all I know. What do you call such a presence - where it comes from and where it goes?

Verlaine knows the clue. She continued her words while looking at her sleeping master.

"She's probably what's called the 'legacy'. When God was still in this world, the things that he created as his own appearance... they survived."

When I first saw her power, I thought.

It's like God's work. I can do anything, I know everything.

When I talked about it, I remembered what my master looked like.

She looked very lonely and said. "There's only one thing I can't do."

"... this guy is too out of common sense to be surprised by any identity. How long have you been alive?"

"Ever since humans were born in this world... that's what I think."

I would never understand, I thought so. Every time I was raised as a master who could kill himself, I didn't know why I said that.

But if Verlaine's hypothesis is correct,

I created the Adventurers Guild in King's Landing a hundred years ago to find adventurers with the power to kill themselves. It is unlikely that he has disappeared.

And after 80 years, he found me in a corner of the same country called Albain. Why did I come back to the country I passed once - because I walked all over the world in 80 years? You won't know that unless you ask.

But the Tsuji suits me. I'm convinced that she wanted me to kill her.

Because I lived too long. Suppose the only thing she could do was choose her own death.

"Still, I can't admit this guy. When I wake up, I'll deny it first."

"That's tough. But can it be said that it is the role of the apprentice to distract the master?"

"... but I'm a bad apprentice. I lied to her. I kept cheating until the end."

--I 'll tell you everything you need to live, so instead, kill me at the end.

--You may wonder what you're talking about, but it's a real problem for me.

--If you keep that promise, you'll be free. Until then, I'll tie you up too.

"I never meant to keep my promise. If I leave her to crush the Demon King... I'm not going back..."

I can work hard enough to crush the cold glass I gripped.

I've been distracted by how badly I betrayed myself. I can't admit I want to die, I can't go out with such a mystery.

I didn't know anything about my master, so I justified myself and lived like this. I just did what I wanted and tried to be happy.

From the beginning, everything I got was given to Master.

"... don't blame yourself so much."

When the glass cracked, Verlaine's hand lay on my hand.

She hugged me from behind as she sat. My cheeks were covered in tears that I shouldn't have shed.

"She was an important person to your husband. Then you can start over again. What she did would be a sin, but there's no way to make amends for it."

"... I'm the one who drove Master this far."

"We will not allow ourselves to carry everything in this way. I've seen and know how serious your husband really is and how he drives himself. That's why I can't leave you alone, and I'm not going to sit back and watch. If your master is going to hunt you down and hurt you irrevocably, we'll have to do something about her sleeping there."

I'm kidding, but Verlaine was serious.

The arms holding me were thin, but there was a strong will to never let go.

"... if your master decides, we will obey it. Only the Beast captured and sold by the Galamdoor Chamber of Commerce would be responsible for something… The White Goat Pavilion and the guild that touched the law were more corrupt than ever. Were they just asking her for help when she came back...?

"Well... I still don't know. After Master wakes up....."

If you leave it to nature, I wonder if it is so late to recover. But now we have to wait.

If you want to die like this, you can't do it. I don't have the will to hurt my master anymore - but if there is something that can lead to death with the technique I just released, I can't regret it enough.

"You seem reluctant to do anything, but whatever your husband says, if anything stops her heart, we can heal her by any means. We want to complain when we wake up. Don't mischievously swing the master, who is at the heart of us."

"... if possible, please soften your hands. If Master and everyone fight, it's going to be hard for me to stop."

"... muu. If you look closely, there will be some after crying. I'll stop showing you weaknesses, just hugging you like this is a lot for me."

Verlaine takes out her handkerchief and wipes my cheeks while dyeing them.

I wish I could see this place, but Master still hasn't woken up. Instead, I felt a disturbing sign from behind, and I looked back slowly.

"... here. I don't like watching you shut up."

Miralka, Yuma, Eileen, and soon she hid, but Cody came out of the picture.

"I thought you should have waited over there... but if you were going to have such an important conversation, you should have been there."

"Hiku... gusu. Dick-san, you've had a hard time... telling me I have to kill someone so important... I can't believe I couldn't tell anyone about it..."

"I mean, it's not really honest... but that's what I thought. But now that Dick has defeated Master, you can be honest... ah, I'm sorry, I'm not crying.

"... your troubles are deeper than any of us. What I've been worried about is too small and embarrassing... isn't that a cowardice?

That's what Cody says, but I can't say it because I'm his best friend.

That's what I didn't mean to say all my life. But if that had happened, I wouldn't have been able to really open my heart to them.

--But I think they heard all about it.

That's right, I can't say I'm strong enough to contain my emotions, and I can see my face getting hot.

"... let's just say you didn't see it. I didn't cry, I just suddenly had an eye ache."

Whether the excuse made sense or not was obvious from looking at the faces of the five.

Everyone enters the room with a face that looks like they're laughing, but crying. But Verlaine embraced me as if it were hers and smiled satisfactorily with her face over her shoulders.