The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

Then, in the end, I fell asleep for a while and fought with the demon king who would follow me around, and finally woke up to the demon king, "... the smell finally faded," he still whispered satisfactorily, and I lost my words again, and Rokkaya said, "What's that smell...!?" I was still stuffy again.

Only one demon king, its cause and intruder, gracefully occupied my bed as I and Rokutani began their morning support with a tired face that was set to make a lot of noise about getting up and out of the room. Like a cat lying on the edge... As always, the Demon King was free.

... That's how the next day of orientation started with something including turbulence.

The shock that befell me was not stopped in the matter of hatred and, very unfortunately, waking up, and I would lose it as much as after this and be hit by a third shock.

On our way to the dining room for breakfast, we headed to the dorm entrance first.

I keep it at the front desk to get my or the Demon King's card keys back.

The story showed here that the Demon King had never returned to his chambers.

Yesterday, after being taken from the sea to the medical room, the Demon King washed off the sea water in the shower room there, rented a change of clothes for his gear, and took him directly to our room after the circumstances were interrogated.

When I get to the front entrance lobby of the dorm, I see the students gathering in front of a message board next to the front desk.

Everyone was eager to look up at the bulletin board, although not so crowded, as it was still an early time to attend school.

Somehow we stop in front of it, too, and gaze at the bulletin board.

There was something on the bulletin board that looked like a wallpaper.

- The moment it got into my sight, I was stunned.

I hear rumors of a gallery in my ear when I see a photograph decorating a piece of paper.

"First place is paradise..., well a reasonable result"

"I thought Swordling was coming."

"My previous reputation was that Swordling would take the top."

The biggest featured in the newspaper is, of course, about heaven, the winner. But my eyes nailed on the other piece of paper posted side by side, rather than about a subject with a very yummy smile reminiscent of my previous life self.

"Kenryu, I'm sorry to hear that... Bad luck getting that card out there."

"Sure... Oh, but I heard you got a bravery award for playing a part in saving lives. It's a big deal because I helped people and then went back to the event and scored a decent goal."

The topic shifts to the unlucky prince in the natural stream.

The wallpaper posted results up to the 10th place winner of freshman orienting yesterday, and several other patterns during the event were featured as articles.

There are also well decorated pictures of the prince now under discussion running in example maid clothes.... The Prince's bad luck will still be ongoing around such photographs being exposed to the public.

"This... this Swordling maid photo, is it going to be sold out?

"... I don't know, I don't think Swordling would allow it."

"Right..."

"What, you want it?

"... well... 'cause you're cute"

"You sure are cute. It's a cute thing to do with a guy, isn't it? cuter than a neat idol."

"Right? And he's a maid of honor."

"That's a treasure picture."

"My jersey's in the way, though."

"No, on the other hand, I like it there."

"... you're such a maniac"

"It is the human psyche that makes me want to reveal it because it is hidden"

"It's noble, but it's nothing but a sketchy heart,"

A jersey peeking slightly from the hem of a large flipped skirt barely concealed the prince's thighs.... Sure, that looks like the last fort there. I kind of know what I'm trying to say. Whether or not you can empathize.

Well, that's fine.

- There's no problem there.

My own photo of women's clothing would be a big problem for the prince, but it doesn't matter to me.

The problem was neither heaven's nor prince's. The problem wasn't either of them, it was another picture that was posted stretched out a lot more diagonally on the Prince's picture.

At last, the interest of the aforementioned male students, who blossom into the story, comes to you.

"... over here, this kid is amazing too, right? I'm sorry I treated you like an abstention."

"You helped a classmate drown in the ocean."

"Oh... this is it. Wow... what's a beauty?

"... Were you in the middle of this? Integration group?"

"No, I'm not. He sounds like that fairytale."

"Huh? That phantom fairy? Yeah? This one?... Now you can't do fairies"

"It was rumored to be a beautiful boy..."

"... you don't feel like a beautiful boy anymore"

"It's amazing how much growth hormones work."

"I would have liked to see you as a beautiful boy..."

I don't even know I have the person of the day behind me, and their tongues go around smoothly, and they keep talking like they're getting more and more excited.

"You don't have to be a pretty boy to make a scene like this."

"Well... he's just like saving lives like this to attract attention, isn't he?

"Exactly what a vibrant debut is."

"... and this helpless guy, that's it, isn't it? Vice Chairman's brother."

"Apparently so."

"You don't have this picture..."

"No. I might just refuse to go to school."

"Right. The newspaper department won't tolerate it because of how much special it is..."

- There was a giant two-shot picture of the Demon King and me there.

It's not just a two-shot, of course.

It was a picture of me dressed almost naked and being held by the Demon King.

(Nah... nah...)

What the heck!!!

My mood at the moment I saw it, to say the least, ran out of that word.

I was struck by a shock for the third time today.

... "There are three times that there are two times" was also the moment I experienced that it was in Hondo.

In a photograph taken against the backdrop of the sea, I lost my mind and left it with the Demon King.

Naturally, there's no way I can remember being photographed.

I stand on the spot and I'm about to faint again.

Plus the Demon King sucks to hold him.

I covered my face with both hands. It's hard to see. More like...

(A princess hugs! A princess hug...!

What are you doing, demon king...!

What are you doing to me...!

And he's got some kind of half-ass.

I can see half my butt.

Who gets my half-ass or something...

At least I wanted the care of pulling my pants up properly when I held them up.... but you don't care about that. I must be wrong to ask him to take care of it. Yeah, I know. Wakatelyo.

Instead, I should be thankful for the good fortune I had in my pants. Because even if my junior was glancing at Konnichiha from the edge of the cloth, the Demon King must have left him alone without care.

Either way, my pretty ass got into the eyes of 10,000 people. Almost there. Last night, I was half an ass with momentum that seemed like I could even see a pathetic hole ravaged by my brother.

Half-ass princess hugs.

Would such a tragic princess hold have ever existed? No, I don't.

- It is very damaging. I can't go to my son-in-law anymore. The prince's maid of honor dress is better yet. I hate to tease you. A bottom-line comparison of levels laughing at a damn nose crap though.

There was heavenly sunshine. I can cry about the difference between a newspaper on the right with a smile dazzling in my eyes and a newspaper on the left with a distinctly colourful (uke) ambition.

I was a little confident in my mentals. I, too, was about to break my heart with repeated special combo attacks.

You will also want to continue this beating last night and mourn whether there is no more God or Buddha.... but I don't even have a shard of expectation for God.

Why should I be so humiliated?

It's the extreme of irrationality.

"What's the matter, Kakel?

"... what's wrong with you and these things...!

I looked up at the voice of the swallowing demon king, leaning my neck and stuck it in the demon king peeking at me. Don't lean your neck against the demon king's jerk. Bruised woman, you are.

"What the hell did you explain? It's like you helped me...!?

The Demon King answered my question firmly.

"I drowned in the sea," I said.

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- It's not enough!

Where's the subject?!

The most important part is missing. Ooh!?

You learned that in elementary school, didn't you? The subject matters! You probably slept in class!

The explanation is too short in the first place. Too much friction. There is also a shortage of explanations.

The other way around!

I saved you. I saved you!

Demon King, you definitely answered the question "It's like that" appropriately!

Such an exchange seems to be visible...

In retrospect, I regret my fragility for losing consciousness there. I should have kept my consciousness even though I bit on the stone. It's a lifetime of unconsciousness.

Apparently, because of a demon king's word, even in the circumstances, it was me who helped it was interpreted as the demon king.

As the Prince observes from the rumours he heard earlier, he must have returned to the event after the rescue, so the explanation of the situation from him was also put behind him. In fact, the prince himself does not know clearly what happened after he left the cliff.

Speaking of all the truths, I was left unconscious in my brother's room, so it was presumed that the mistake led to a misstatement in the newspaper department without being corrected... Make sure the newspaper department checks with me as well as the pimpy Demon King before you turn it into an article. Duty lapse.

This turns out later, but apparently what was on the lobby bulletin board was a guerrilla article made by several people in the newspaper department on their own without permission above.

As a result, the annoying flying article spread information that had been vague until then throughout the school as definitive.

All unauthorized wall newspapers were withdrawn in the course of the day (there were several other places not only in the lobby, but also in the lobby), and although corrections were made by allocating a certain amount of space on the paper that was replaced at a later date, the correction letters were small without examples, and little attention was paid to people's eyes and misinformation was then told in a fruitful manner.

By the way, both our pictures and those of the prince had disappeared from the corrected paper.

There must have been fierce protests from all over and an article injunction.

"Hey... you're behind me..."

"Ah! of pictures...!

I noticed that my gaze was gathering here.

It was us in the rear a little further from the gallery in front of the bulletin board, but they noticed that you heard the conversation with the Demon King and this one existed.

"It's in person...?

"That's the real thing about the phantom fairy..."

"... hey, talk to me..."

"Huh? Me?... you go."

"No, you go and solicit me. Why don't you come to our swimming club... you must be good at swimming"

"Huh? Seriously...... Shh? Can I say something?

"Go, go, go, go."

- I don't know about the swimming club because the Demon King is Kanazchi.

I'd rather kick him in the ass as long as he's motivated. But I'd like to let him go into the department, but it wouldn't be worth it if he slapped his ass on someone who affirmed that he wouldn't "swim" even at Seto's of death.

To avoid unnecessary rubbing, I prompted the Demon King and the Rokkatani to flee to the lobby counter before the senior swimming clubs spoke to me.

Flying articles in this newspaper-,

Because of this, strange rumors about me were also getting under fire, but the extremely disgraceful title of "Dumb Freshman Drowned in Orientation" was to be added anew.

- Thus, the freshman event closed with various scars on me...