The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

- Sometimes the dreams of the past you visit are terribly real and clear.

That day, I was alone on a hill overlooking the city.

Sit back on one of the big stones rolling between the grasses and watch the smoke climb into the sky from the outskirts of the city at a distance.

The smoke grew thicker or thinner, shaking obliquely at times, and continued to draw uninterrupted lines to heaven.

"Lord Brave."

Called from a little further away, he turns to you.

I found a long shadow climbing up the hill while flipping my cape, and I got up.... I was aware of the signs, but I wanted them to be bare if possible. My wish that apparently didn't work.

Blonde hair glistening in the sun and the second prince of the brightly blue eyed kingdom, Heathclifferan-Ciano-Jill Silensis, gave me a refreshing grin with one hand up when I met her eyes. The prince, who is casual, not great, has a strong sense of justice, impartiality, enlightenment and is also a beautiful man, is very popular and admired by the people. Besides, he excelled in swords, spears, bows and other martial arts in general enough to participate in the Demon King's Crusade. An ideal prince who has nothing to do with it. - My fellow "brave men" have those super-human-like guys gobbling around. We're going to try "Demon King," so that might be normal too...

But "Lord Brave", such a gathering of people with "power", was never perfect either.

Smoke is uninterrupted and keeps rising to heaven. - Put your soul on it.

"Is there something wrong?

I smiled unbeatable at the prince and inquired about the matter. Love laughter was totally one of my virgins. Nothing is more convenient than a smile to hide your emotions.

"The singing princess asked me to deliver lunch"

"Ugh, what are you letting His Highness do... Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Never mind. I know she's been busy, and I offered it here because I was too shabby."

I'm afraid the prince is everywhere. The years are only two up, but he was a much bigger vessel than me, and a person who could care for him.... I should be able to live freely in the royal palace, but for the sake of my country, I am throwing myself into the battle against the devil tribe.

"Thank you"

Receive a lunch wrap and say thank you.

The singing princess, - Eilyn-Roush kept singing the song of soul control with almost no rest. The priests are also in the process of treating the surviving city people.

... I was the only one relaxing away from the city. Even the prince would have been busy if he hadn't bothered, - I guess because he needs to talk to me.

I want it to be reprimand, if possible.

I don't need hectic comfort.

"... Lord Brave"

"Yes."

"I don't think your choice was wrong."

- It sucks.

"Ha... Your Highness won't be able to say that.... How many people do you think are dead?

"Surely a great many people have died. But it's not your fault. It's the work of the demons."

'Why didn't you come sooner!

The boy's sad scream is creeping in his ear.

"For the brave!

but the stone debris that hit his temples was as if he was himself.

What a brave man!

I shrugged in the angry and hateful eyes of a bloody man. Words of apology didn't even come out of my throat. Before the rubbled city, a bunch of fragments that were scattered over time, I didn't know what the hell words would fit.

Any apology felt helpless, pointless and irresponsible before this reality.

I could only burn the tragic sight in front of me to the end of my choices.

The grief and suffering of those who took their families, their flesh and their parents, their homes, their lives, was swirling around the city, and I fled this far.

When we rushed to this city, which was under attack by demons and demons, the city under our eyes was almost devastated. Only a handful survived.

"- Your Highness is kind. Sympathy is useless. Don't worry, you deserve it."

I put my fingertips on my temples to make sure there were no scars there.

"The shrine has healed me, so there are no more wounds."

I recall forgetting to thank the cleric who has changed his blood phase and exercised instant healing magic, speaking of which, again. "Why don't you avoid it!," he hoisted his eyes and yelled, "Shut up! I yelled back." It is the usual thing. Thank you. The cleric and I say it conditionally reflexively.

"... sympathy, sympathy...,... no, it's not. Either way, it's backwardness."

A painful gaze, on the contrary, is hard.

"I made one of my lords take responsibility for all of us. - And let's apologize for the disrespect of the people as one of the royalty. I'm sorry."

"... please don't. That's where you need to apologize."

The prince tried to go the right way.

He's the only one who told me to go first.

And I disobeyed that instruction.

Here's the result.

He's always right.

"I wish you were a" brave man ""

He was slipping through his mouth, and the prince's atmosphere froze. - It's too late when you realize it was a silence.

"... will your lord say it? - Excuse me."

He threw up bitterly, and the prince turned his heel back and left the hill.

I regretted saying something stupid, but didn't feel like apologizing until after it.

Sure, that's what I meant, and... probably because I was poking the prince's truth.

As a second prince who wanted to be a "brave man" and couldn't be a "brave man," he is famous.

Everyone thinks he deserves a "brave man", even if he doesn't put it in words.

Neither do I.

There are a lot of people who deserve "brave men" more than me, and no one deserves "brave men" more than me.

He may not be fighting with me anymore, but unfortunately I dropped the prince's back off the hill.

"Do you want to ride into the Castle of the Demon King alone?"

Live or die, but I'm starting to feel easier about it.

... Though I don't even know where Demon King Castle is.

"No, you can't. Don't get stuck in crappy fantasies."

I was heartily surprised by the cleric who suddenly revealed herself from behind the rocks. I didn't feel any sign of you, this guy.

"Father Harves-Thor......, how long have you been there"

"Come on. When is it? I thought I shouldn't interrupt the conversation, so I erased the signs and refrained."

"Isn't that eavesdropping?

"I just heard you talking on your own. More than that, - don't imitate me stupid. Because there is no replacement for" brave man. "

"If I die, the next" brave man "will show up, I'm sure."

"There is no such historical fact. If you fail the Demon King crusade, the world will end."

"... because you don't know if it's true"

"There is no mistake in the trusteeship"

"The world is born by God, bred by God, and rarely saved by God. - Then don't borrow a human hand. God himself should do something about the Demon King, right?

"You, the brave, represent God."

"I'm a" brave man "I was forced to push, though. Don't you think there should be one who wants to be a" brave man ", shrine?

"... but you are still the brave one."

I've done this argument before.

In the end, there is no progress but parallel lines.

Even though the Hip Sword is only making me a brave man, the clergyman, the prince, and the rest of us must treat me as a "brave man" no matter what our true intentions are. It's a difficult thing.

"I should have made the prince a" brave man ". Then I could have fought as a prince's" holy sword. "

Just as a sword that slaughters (hoffs) demons.

Close your thoughts, close your emotions, see or feel nothing, it would surely have been easier if you were just a tool to fight.

A cleric who understands the meaning of my suggestion looks at me with a reprehensible look.

"Are you telling His Highness to deceive the people..."

"That would be more convenient for the shrine."

"- You suck. Really sucks."

"You can suck at it."

"No matter how many words I make, it won't reach you."

"The shrine...? Oh, something's close..."

When I thought I was approaching him with a large crotch by flipping a long, hemmed cleric garment, he grabbed me by the collar and looked at me. Beautiful colored eyes approach and breathe.

"If you don't know by mouth, do you have to teach your body, - my brother"

"Is...? My brother? What did you say..."

My confused lips, that's what blocked the clergy.

"Huh!?

The cleric's lips, which looked hard and cold, were warm and soft.

I wish I didn't hesitate to poke it, but somehow my body doesn't move as I think it does, and I'm deeply devoured of my lips as it is.

"n... n... h"

The occasional voice of resistance sounds and shames as if it is what I feel.

I didn't disgust myself with anything unexpected.

... It's just painful.

And heavy.

- Heavy?

"Xiang"

Called my first name (...), I opened my eyes all the time.

The bright light gently enters both eyes, glaring at the glare.

The breathlessness had disappeared, but the weight had not.

"... brother, what are you doing?

"Morning, Sho. It's a good morning."

"It's not good. Why are you on top of me? Heavy. Get out of the way."

The colour of the eyes, which are not usually at close range, is clear black rather than pigmented.

And it's not the clergyman, it's the brother, who's on top of me with grandeur and reluctance.

I mean, - it's not a dream, it's a present.

I visited my brother's room last night, and apparently I fell asleep in the middle of a conversation.

And it seemed to reveal overnight on the couch I was sitting on yesterday.... Maybe I had a strange dream because I slept in a bad place.

(It's a dream, but that was weirdly real...)

There are two kinds of dreams.

Dreams that can be recognized as dreams and dreams that cannot be recognized.

Until earlier it was the latter that I was looking at.

And at the same time it was a dream of the past.

But that dream is slightly different from what was actually there in the previous life.

The interaction with the prince is as I remember it, but no clergy has come to the hill. At that time in the first place, there was no time to spare the clergy, who was in charge of the instructions for treatment, to head out to the hills.

- In retrospect, I feel that cleric was closer to my brother than a cleric.

"... did you do something to me?

I didn't do anything.

Immediate denial returns. The short response is rather suspicious.

And my brother's smile smells too frigid.

"I didn't wake up when I called, so I just snorted my nose."

"You didn't, did you?"

That's why it was so painful. What a shameless waking brother. And you'll be riding on me with your natural face forever, you asshole.

I was paralyzed by my brother, who never tried to move from me, and got up with every stretched body.

"You're quite powerful, my brother. You're reliable."

I'm worried about the contents of my brother's head laughing in a good mood.

"Get out of the way."

"Sho. Happy Birthday"

Exactly that was an accident.

With a superb smile, my mouth drops on my forehead along with the word Happy Birthday.

It's a lesson from a previous life.

On my birthday, it was a sign of blessing my relatives would give my family.

"What, whoa... whoa..."

"Sho, your face is bright red."

"Don't mess with me!

Blessings I have never received in my previous life.

When I was a brave man in the first place, I didn't even know my birthday.

My brother's hand touches my forehead and spins the words of my previous life.

Thou shalt have a thousand feathers, and the protection of God shall be upon him who is in heaven.

- I don't believe in God. I think that stuff is shit.

Yet.

Why, so......

"Toilet!"

I couldn't bear to push my brother away and I ran off on the spot with a dash.

"If you're gonna cry, I'll lend you as much as I can for your brother's breasts."

My brother's bullshit (shit) chased me to stab a stop, but naturally ignored it and jumped into a private room.

He was an awesome guy when he was a cleric, but I feel reincarnated and even more empowered.

It's bad to say "brother" in the first place.

Positively, my brother is really weaker. I'm sure it's a bad word to use at a time like this. I'm not personally losing to him. It must be a hassle.

It was the same year in my previous life, and if you're just going to try it for your birthday, it's only ten different days in this world.

The school year just happens to be different because I was born at a different time of the year, which would otherwise be equal to the same school year.

(Mostly he's in a dream, 'cause he's such a jerk)

The warmth I felt on my lips with my forehead and dreams I touched in reality is very similar and the fever is increasing.

I kept crashing into the bathroom, no matter how persistently I was knocked on the door, until the heat cooled.