What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

Oh, shit.

Shit, seriously.

Oh, my God.

Shit.

I have three glasses.

No, well, because there's twelve of us? Three out of twelve may not have a high eyeglass rate?

The problem is.

I'm a man. All three glasses, man. It's a man's glasses. How about this?

Well, well, well, well, yeah? What about one of the men's glasses? Boy, these are eyeglasses, okay?

This guy is nah. He's walking in front of me, and he doesn't have glasses. Subtle. Is that my hairstyle? You got short, bright hair? The guy in front of you, he's got dark hair, okay? I'm 183 tall, and the guy in front of me is low or not, okay? But, yeah?

I don't know. Put it on. Subtle. See, it feels like you're trying to be soft on your hips, like me? And the man with the glasses. What kind of system is that? What the hell. This is it. It feels like a scratch. It doesn't feel like I'm wearing it subtly.

And my glasses, Dada, right?

Why don't you take off your glasses?

No, no, no, no, no. Not now. I don't know.

Is that it? Got glasses?

It's hard when you say something like that. It's a nye to remove it. Nice. Nah.

... Thinking about things like that, I'm, like, we're walking in a row and we're like caves.

There's a candle at the height of the wall, and that's lined up all the time, so it feels like I'm gonna go that way, and I am.

Of course, naturally, I think it's a big problem that I only remember why I'm here, where I am, my own family, my friends who must have been there, and then myself, my name, my face, my height, etc. I know that.

But there's nothing you can do about it? Well, and they all look the same. No, well, but it makes me feel worse when I think about it. It sucks. You don't remember. I don't know what that means. I don't know what to do.

I don't know if I should think about it there, or something, actually. If you think too much, wow, is that right? That's bad, actually.

"Hey, previous guy"

Somehow, my voice, I tried calling him, and the guy in front glasses looked back at me for a moment.

"Yes? What's wrong?

"Ah. No. Uh, what's your name?

"Hisaya."

"That. That's right."

What about you?

"Me? Hinoto"

"Heh..."

The "heh..." of a man's glasses called Hisaya was a subtle "heh..." Yeah. I feel subtle, too, don't I?

I'm the Dade glasses, and you may be in there, but you're wearing glasses, right?

Plus, I'm Hinoto, and you're Hisaya, aren't you?

And, honestly, I'd rather be smart, but Hisaya feels like she's getting a smart vibe, too, right?

I hate you, this guy. Hisaya, you're in the way. Why are you here? This guy. Go away. Go away.

Well, I don't think that far, but you don't like it. Perhaps Hisaya feels something similar.

"Something..."

and leading...... what is it, a musashi? Musashi, musashi. Musashi said.

Seeing, there is indeed something ahead. Like an iron plaid? Doorless? That kind of thing is lit by the lights on the wall lamps, not the candles.

We went that far.

The weird one with the silver-haired head, Keita Cuckoo Cali, pushed Musashi over and pushed the iron plaid door.

"Hmmm... do you want to hold my hand...? So you're using the Demon King...?

"Why don't you pull it off?

said Hisaya. That's what I was trying to tell you. They crossed the line. Damn. I knew I hated this guy.

"Huh... you think I'm gonna pull...?

Keita lifted her hair and then pulled the iron plaid door.

Lightly opened.

"Ha ha."

And the charming looking man grinned with his habitual hairs.

Keita turned around and stared at the hairy chara man,

"You. Remember that. You will suffer the curse of Verdersch, the demon, for eternity to come. Sink in the abyss of darkness..."

"Huh?"

Habitual Hair Chara The man points to himself,

"Me? What? What's wrong with Bello?

"It's Verdersh! I didn't know Werdersch would be named wrong...... you fool. Taste the pain of hell."

"I don't want to taste it, it"

"You can no longer escape..."

With that said, Keita moves beyond the iron lattice door.

"Kisai, that guy..."

And one of the girls whined secretly. Yeah. I agree.

Well, we followed Keita. At the end of the door was a staircase, and as he went up, there was an iron lattice again.

"Mmm..."

Keita posed weird.

"Who are you...!? Demon King's hand...!?"

People are standing across the iron lattice. Man. That's fine, okay? Not good? Anyway, the guy looks weird.

'Cause you're wearing armor or something?

Is he wearing a helmet or something?

And you even have something swordy or something?

"Oh. it's like a game"

That's how I whine, is that...? I thought.

What's a game?

No, the game... play? Like? Something, but... no. That's not the point. Game...... Game...... is that...? I don't know what it is. I don't know, okay? Not good, but seriously, I don't know.

While I was discussing the "game," the armored man opened the iron lattice for me, not the demon king's men...

Through there, it was a big stone room.

After a moment, a heavy noise began to sound. Part of the wall is sinking. When I saw it, a man in armor was pulling some kind of blackish appliance on the wall. Lever? Hidden door, something like that?

Part of the wall opened and beyond it was "outside".

"Get out"

And the man in the armor crouched his jaw and indicated outside. I thought it was Japanese. Because he's an armored man. That's weird. But what exactly is weird about, um... that? What is it, Nihongo? What is it?

Niho...... that?

What is it?

Hmm......?

And anyway, he told me to get out, and we went outside.

"Huhahahaha......!

Suddenly, Keita laughed.

"Look! Give me that...!

I'm Keita pointing... I looked up at the sky.

"Huh..."

In time, before dawn? The moon is floating in the sky that is beginning to whiten.

Red.

There's a bright red moon about halfway between the full moon and the half moon.