The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

The accommodation used to study the mountain is an outdoor centre in the middle of the mountain.

There are three types of accommodation: tents, cottages, and collective accommodation.

The first night is to be stayed in a tent and the second day in an accommodation (lodge).

First, there are two main events on the first day.

Classic rice box cooking and curry making and campfire.

As soon as we arrived, we split up into squads and worked on making curry.

... but here we have a problem.

"Our squad must have been six in all, but - why one more?"

When was the time when a woman who wasn't a squad member looked like she didn't eat and mingled?

... Rest assured. It's not a common horror I hear in the mountains. He's one of my clean classmates.

"Shimano?"

"... uh, my squad sent me out to help"

Shinno began to make excuses by keeping his eyes open. I wipe my forehead sweat hard with a towel.

"I wonder if we're short manned because we have Demon King over here... that's everyone's kindness! Compassion is not for people! Right!?"

…………

Surely Shimano is close to the Tanakas in our squad.

He's one of the members who's always stuck around.

I didn't hide my frigid mood, I screwed Shinno.

"Mercy?"

"It's samurai pity!

It's like we're about to get hungry right now.

"Well, well, you're going to help me. We're gonna be fine. In fact, the Demon King can't get into the head count."

Other girls nodding about Uchi's follow-up. Are you head-shifting dolls?

And, Demon King, don't snort at me.

... It doesn't change which way, if it's going to be a story for women and children, with Tanaka at the head, there will be one more.

I accepted Shimano's entry.

- of, but Shimano, who was cutting vegetables with a knife, left the front early by cutting off his fingers, not vegetables.

I thought you were here to help me, Shimano.

Fortunately, the wounds didn't seem deep enough to go to the hospital, and I managed with the treatment of a health teacher who had led the students.

But they told me not to participate in curry making.

It is essentially an out-of-combat notice.

Well, naturally.

"I'm sorry," Tanaka and the others are trying so hard to comfort Shinno, who is completely depressed. Is it a woman's friendship? No one complains.

That's fine, but - I have trouble making curry at all.

In this way, I don't know when Curry will be able to do it.

By the way, the Demon King is observing the flames burning still in front of the firewood. It's the first time I haven't beaten this expectation at all.

Uchi is burning his sense of purpose in the fire and mesh cooking (the specific gravity is 9: 1 and the fire is the main), and the Demon King is out of battle from the start, and the women are deepening their friendship with each other.

The other squads were working harder and harder on our asses with the trouble of injury, and the squads were starting to simmer early on.

I have no choice.

I am a man of silence.

... or I don't like being eaten up curry. I'm already hungry. Ican if you lick the belly situation of elementary school boys. At three o'clock I'm hungry for a proper three o'clock snack. That's how it's done.

When I grabbed the knife, it took me to cook.

Peel the vegetables and cut into smaller pieces so that the fire passes quickly.

Tantan Tata Tan, Toto Toto Toto Ton.

The rhythmic knife sounded dancing on a thin slab.

"Huh? Sato?

"What that knife judgment"

"Pro?"

"The cook?

It's an old pestle.

It wasn't all demons and demons I was hanging up.

Basically good at handling blades.

Actually, I'm very good at peeling potatoes.

If it's just peeling competition, I'm confident those cooks won't beat me.

I just never showed this stunt at school.

I skip where I can skip.

This is my iron rule of going for normal people.

"Finish"

It's all over cutting, throwing the pong and knife overhead and catching it passingly falling as it twirls. You've done a pretty good job. That's me.

As usual self-admiring, falling in love with the performance of the ingredients cut out evenly, and immersed in satisfaction, screamed around.

Looking around at what's going on,...... it's getting my attention for some reason.

"Knife now..."

"Threw."

"Above"

"Pong and"

"Turn around"

"Catch"

- Oh, yabe.

It was an old scumbag.

"My hand slipped a bit. hahahahaha..."

While I made a painful excuse, I fled the scene with the material in my hand and headed towards Kama.

Failed.

Be careful with the blade.

I don't need a blade in my ordinary life.

This is a world where you can fight with a pen instead of a blade.

"Cookie, the flush was noisier earlier, but did something happen?

"Nothing. Nothing."

"Really?

Uchi looked at me with suspicion, "You didn't do something again," but I decided that there was probably no previous act.

I give Tanaka the cut ingredients and he says, "Ooh! Cooking Men's Kitakore! Thank you!" he said in a mysterious way. I felt raw wondering if this guy could say thank you or not normally.

All I had to do was simmer the curry, so I left it to the lady in the squad, and I decided to go check on the lunchbox, but she stopped me from returning my heel.

"Sato-kun"

"? Oh Shinno. Is your hand okay?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Um... I'm sorry, I made you do it all because of me..."

Pong puts his hands on Shinno's head, which grows smaller and leans sorry with a proper frown on him.

"Don't worry about it. Everyone fails. You just have to be careful next time. Especially since Shinno is a woman. Can't you look out for injuries?

……

I can pull my hand in front of Shimano, who has hardened. Shit, are you too familiar with girls? I treated her like a younger little girl. Sometimes I forget that I am a child. I'm a kid, kid.... Yeah, okay.

"Well... well, I'll go check it out."

Having escaped with Stakola again, I naturally have no reason to know what happened to Shinno and the other women in the squad.

"Aya!"

"Aya...!

"Hold on...!

"Head... head..."

"Yeah, because I get it!

"No, don't fall in love. That belongs to the Demon King!?

"My breasts are pounding..."

"An illusion! Aya, take care of yourself!

"... Don't be afraid, Sato. I didn't know such a handsome guy had the surprise, sagging skills..."

"Alois-Sato, Ashisato..."

When I went to Kamado, where the lunch box group (once the Demon King was also in number) was located, the Demon King had beaten Pokopoko with a tree branch on the bottom of the lunch box, which I had already cooked or placed upside down on the ground.... Sounds like fun, Oi.

The demon king who noticed me looks up.

"Alois. I bestow upon you the honor of stroking my head. stroke it."

……

I slapped the Demon King's forehead silently.

"Hagu, what are you doing! I told you to stroke me."

"No, it's a little frustrating... there was a mosquito stop in the deco,"

"Hmm, right"

Are you convinced?

Demon King Choro.

"Couple of comics have followed the board, too."

I went around behind Uchi with a lot of extra words and still strangled him silently. This is your chance. You will be sentenced to strangulation, as promised.

"What, why...!? Hey, no, no, no, no!

"It's Dijoub. I'm a man who knows how much strangling people die. I forgive you one step ahead."

"That's unnecessary!! What a monster!!

He's not as good as a name, but he's a former brave man.

"Know that your mouth is the source of disaster."

"Gibble, gibble, gibble"

"... Aloise, you've grown in a while."

For some reason I was seen emotionally by the Demon King. Mystery. Will one day solve the mystery of Alois...

Nonsense. As I was doing the ai, the ladies who were ready to simmer came and started simmering the curry.

I put the curry I could on the tree table, and by the time we all surrounded ourselves, the day was leaning a lot. The sunset in the mountains is fast.

Curry eating outside under the lights reminded me of some nostalgia.

There was no curry in that world, but there was a lot to eat around firewood with my people.

I don't even have a table.

There are no lights either.

Illuminated by the moonlight beneath the starry sky, he proceeded to a place where his dizziness was unsolicited, laughing as he spoke, making quarrelsome statements at times, eating roasted meat, rinsing soup and drinking alcohol.

There was also a quiet night when no one spoke.

There were some nights when someone played an instrument.

There were nights when I couldn't eat.

I locked my thoughts similar to my grief in my chest, and I ate a curry that wasn't in that world.

The curry was more delicious than I thought, and it was not watery, and the thickness was good enough to be involved in the white rice.

When I looked to the side where I ate about half of it, the Demon King had left the spoon just for a bite.

It is as ecstasy as ever childish.

Once I took my seat and took something out of my backpack, which I had left in my tent, I went back to the table.

"I'm going to magic your curry now."

"I'm going to do some magic on this curry right now, look."

"Mahou? There will be no magic in this world."

"Well, look."

I jump up the plastic bottle lid and the amber liquid inside comes from a slightly higher position over the demon king's curry.

It reflected the lights on the lights, glittering and drawing muscles and falling over the curry.

The viscous liquid thickens and slips the surface of the curry, covering it.

"Enjoy the magic of beauty."

My tongue, which had only eaten simple flavors, did not accept the food of this world at first.

My mother tried so many ideas to feed me.

This is the way you tried it at home when I couldn't eat my lunch curry at the nursery.

I stopped trying to say, "Try eating because you think you've been fooled".

"It is a magical water that turns any food into sweetness. Enjoy yourself, Demon King."

I don't know any Aloise.

But only now I thought I could pretend to be Aloys.

Because in the previous life, I'm sure the Demon King had forgiven his heart to a person named Aloys.

The eyes of the Demon King who saw my face shake faintly.

But nothing was spinning from his mouth, which was opened to say something, and when he took the spoon instead, he shrugged a spoon and put it in his mouth.

"- Sweet"

That's a lot of money.

"... Sato, what is that?

Until then, he was a member of the squad who was silently watching us interact, but Tanaka was the one who asked me if I was overwhelmed.

In those eyes, what if it's really magic? There was an emotion that was neither suspicious nor expectant.

I shake my head loosely (wearing it) to make a light seed.

"honey."

It's just honey normally sold in the supermarket.

That's what my mother put on my curry.

Nah, I laugh lightly when I see Tanaka's disappointed face that Sorry you missed your expectations.

But it was really magical water for me.

I guess I didn't mean that to a mother who didn't know her previous life, but for me, who came from a magical world to a world without magic, 'magic' acted as a keyword that gave her peace of mind.

Furthermore, 'sweetness' was the taste most familiar to the child's tongue.

... Apparently that also applied to the Demon King.

Take a bite.

Two bites.

Three bites.

The Demon King's spoon never stops.

I enjoyed the appearance of a demon king carrying a creeping spoon in his mouth.

That's it, it feels like watching the baby who ate breastfeeding for the first time.

... I've never had a child.

The heat lights up in the middle of my mind twitching.

I'm sure I'm the type to fall for a nurturing game.

Speaking of which, I had a lot of fun raising my disciples in my previous life.

I used to think of our apprentice psycho or something. I was right to be an apprentice idiot in my previous life.

No, seriously, my kid, he said he was a good kid that I couldn't handle. If you're bragging about your disciple, you have enough stories to dawn on. My people annoyed me though.

Well, as for leaving aside the disciple's story now...

(... I'm glad it worked out anyway)

Unlike myself, the Demon King is a muscled ecstasy child, so he saw no chance of such a child deception succeeding.

- Even though I was reading that there would be almost no chance of winning, I'm still not sure about the mood I ran.

The night before I left, I thought of the reason I stuck honey in my backpack.

I avoided thinking deeply.

I think my self-defense was working unconsciously because I had a consciousness that I was getting too deep into the Demon King.

That's both my weakness and my strength.

Every time the clergyman said, "Think more and move," he cautioned me. That guy was really loud.

Well, I mean, in my last life, I was a race called the Brain Muscle Dog Sword Idiot.

- On this day, though it was a small platter, the Demon King finished his curry.