Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

I want to escape one day. My wish has always been that.

When I was six, my mother left me in church. However, I've been apologized for so many times that I'm sorry that you're happy, so I was still trying to bear it if I had no choice.

In the church where they were left, inhumane training was to be imposed because of their aptitude. Maybe I should have been satisfied just because my clothing and accommodation had been secured.

Just everywhere I was an 'amazing tool to slaughter those who have no enemies in the Church'. Dispose of it as soon as it becomes unusable. If you want to betray me, the assassin will chase you. If I could at least believe I was protecting people, even though I could have been proud of myself, both as a tool and as a dirty actor, I wouldn't have been.

I want to escape. Someday, I'm sure, somewhere.

Continuing to think so, Walt became under the command of the Demon King.

(Yeah, you're finally out of fate)

To put it the same way as usual, the assignment was yesterday. It is the story of the day after Misha School was half-baked by demonic raids. Walt received his usual order from the church. In summary, I sold you to the Demon King. The world is really intelligent.

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That and this is also due to my interest in female students dressed as men, etc. Maybe that's the case when it comes to rust coming out of you, but the price is too great.

"You know, Walt,"

"What?

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The eye of the slit captain began to twitch. Kyle is as serious as ever. The speed of walking remained constant, whispering his voice.

"It's what we were really tasked with."

When I stopped my leg, Kyle stopped his leg too. Two in the corridor of a palace where no one is, facing each other.

"The Church gave us over to the Demon King to assassinate him. If I can't do that, I want you to be clean and hurt yourself."

"... are you serious about that?

"I mean it. You're the one who doesn't want to run away yet."

- You, aren't you going to run away with me?

That's what Walt once said. I still regret that it was a pleasure.

But the face I always see seemed like salvation as my companions were disposed of as a useless tool year after year. So I made a mistake. And I found out.

There are people in the world who can be tools.

I'm sorry.

Believe in the Church's listed ideals like a straight fool and do the task pale. Kill the baby, slaughter the demons, become church gold. I can't shake up believing that's justice.

Stupid. And I can't help it, I envy you. The weakness that can be returned is why we need to escape.

The strength of accepting that you can't escape anywhere.

He doesn't run away.

So Kyle is a natural enemy to Walt. I don't think we can ever tell. I'm not even interested in how Kyle didn't snitch on his statement.

"As much as the Church's intentions are, I don't need you to know."

"I hope so. The opponent is the Demon King. Keep your head tight."

"More than that, you, don't pull my leg. And don't talk too much in a place like this, what if someone asks you? The call of the Demon King is like a crow demon flying in here."

"I wouldn't make that mistake"

"Oh yeah. Then let's not interfere with each other."

Stand aside and say so, Kyle narrowed his eyes and said small.

"Still, on the face of it, it is the Guardian of the Demon King. Cooperation will be essential."

I don't like it.

"I don't mean it either! But it's a mission. How much experience do you have with escorts?"

"I have more experience than you. He was always the kind of person I wanted to kill, and I'd appreciate it if you told me to kill the escort."

So he stops talking and Walt walks out.

(Mandate to storm the Demon King on a suicide bomber? A human bomb, that's funny)

Survive. If you have to, put Irene Lauren Dorthrish in a cage. And escape one day.

But where the hell are you going?

"I'm Walt Lisanis. I heard you were calling."

"Kyle Elford, I'm here."

"Oh, you've come so well"

Slowly the demon king turns under the leaking day.

Dark hair, red eyes. A demon king born with the colour and destiny of his word. One time he renounced his right to inherit the throne, but the person returned to the Crown Prince again with the back shield of the House of the Duke of Dorthrish, inspired by the break-up of the engagement of Crown Prince Cedric and the Duchess of Irene Lauren Dorthrish. That's the perception in the world.

But it is often the case that perceptions in the world differ from real people and circumstances. It is a daily brown meal, such as a clean person being a favorite boy enthusiast in the back.

(The Demon King looks like Iri. It doesn't look like it's just a political marriage)

And it's often sweet for a woman you love, but cruel for other things.

I know Aili is sweet, so I guess I should poke her there, but if she's alarmed, she shrugs her feet. Anyway, they're demon kings.

Kyle cut it out with a tense face.

"What can I do for you?"

"I know Sugar told you, but I'm going to ask you guys about my escort from today on. But you'll have a situation, too. Is there any difference? I want to be the king I listen to."

Walt and Kyle looked at each other a little less than they intended. There are many differences, but it is also a sight I often see here that I can truly take it and snap my neck.

Besides, the position of escort is very convenient to indulge in the Church's task and our own abilities. Bringing in a blade is acceptable, and you can pass some impotence. So the most important thing in choosing an escort is trust. It would be natural not to get stabbed from behind.

But the Demon King doesn't know that.

(This is a church person, isn't it? But we talked about no manpower, and maybe we can't help it)

Poor demon king. I thought so sarcastically.

Believing in humans betrays you. Even from the monsters themselves.

Walt nodded in a flattering sense of pity.

"Honestly, there are some things I'm not comfortable with in the past. But I will obey more than I have been commanded."

"Let me make the best of it."

"Well, I'm so glad"

That's what they said with a faceless look that doesn't seem to make me happy at all. But Walt blinked at the bright colors that popped into his eyes.

(Flowers in that place, were they blooming?

"Now, I want you to follow me. I just want to go out."

"Yes. Is it an inspection of the city?

No, to the Imperial Capital.

"What?"

"Master Claude, there he is!! My lord, don't move there!

Claude tongued at the sudden roar.

"Keith, you're acting fast. Then let's go."

"But that was my squire's..."

"It's a pile of work, where did you say you were going out for a second - hey, you idiot!

What sounded right was the sound of my fingers.

The voice of the cursing squire was distant in an instant, and the next moment both Walt and Kyle had buttcakes on the ground.

Not the idyllic green adorable backyard, but the cobblestone back alley. A little over there people are busy going and I can hear the hooves running in the carriage.

"You're going to escort me. Even if forced to transfer, so that you can remain properly standing."

I've never been given that kind of attention before, so I even overheard it.

"... eh, forced transfer? Do you mean instantaneous travel"

"So - is this the royal capital?!?

"That's right. I'd like to go to a cafe once. It's a preliminary exercise before you invite Eileen."

I expect from you - and the Demon King, who says it in the face, is mistaken as to what an escort is, I guess.