I’m Not a Hero Like You

77 – 25. Do you think it’s possible? She

Even though she only gave her eyes, she must have grasped the intention of this side, she was a quiet smile.

In this darkness, her presence was as dim as her yellow eyes.

The light white top, which is in contrast to her blue skin, is mostly covered in flesh color, except for showing half of her neck and collarbone.

Her bottoms also come down to below her knees, but the sides of her are split open, and as she sits, she crosses her legs, revealing the beautiful curves of her legs.

I had a very strange impression just by having a different skin color.

“… ….”

Kariel stepped back from her candle with her plain face and set her back on her wooden chair.

She didn’t argue or criticize.

Especially to express negative or uncomfortable feelings.

“You may be a little embarrassed by my remarks that seem to deny the person I met and made friends with first, but this is also pure goodwill.”

“… ….”

Look.

Doesn’t he give you the answer you want without saying anything?

Even if the content was second, it flowed out without any blockage, so it was even refreshing.

When I came back to the content, it was gloomy again.

But in the end, I have no choice but to ask.

I looked at her and asked.

“If you ask me like this, it may sound silly. May I ask why you are so kind?”

“I value relationships.”

It was a bit of an off-the-cuff answer, but on the other hand, it was also an appropriate answer.

“Rather than thinking of receiving, giving first and then reaping is the secret to gaining trust and success in farming and business, right? That’s why.”

“… ….”

“Because it seems difficult to make friends with our guests physically. It’s the greatest joy that both of us can be satisfied with… From the moment I saw it, I definitely felt it.”

She smiles in the dark.

Despite her sharp features, the reason why her impression melts softly must depend on her smile, friendly attitude, and her voice.

However, if you exclude that and start looking at it with prejudice.

Even the fresh expression and friendly eye smile suddenly change into an overall impression of sharp contempt.

If you add in your preconceived notions about skin color and hair with horns.

Even if you don’t have any fear or hatred of demons, you have no choice but to shrink.

Still, if she hadn’t noticed her preconceived notions about that impression, it must have been that she was trying hard not to appear that way.

From the point of her encounter, with her eye smile, her own demeanor and gaze to her voluptuous body, which induced her consciousness to go.

Show her sincere compliments and words and attitudes that reveal her friendliness, giving her a familiar impression… It must be a social skill that Kariel herself does not have.

She was forced to learn the art of living and not to be hated, so as not to be despised and despised.

This, more skillful and superior than Kariel’s own concept, must be her art of living.

She has no intention of making excuses for simply saying that she is advantageous to men because she is a woman.

At first glance, she was popular even with women who might have a crush on her.

It won’t be a result achieved in a short period of time.

Depending on her age, antipathy can change to familiarity.

She is.

As her weakling, even in order to dispel the hostility and violence of others.

Because I desperately needed to win favor.

It must have been an effort to acquire specialized skills in this way.

So.

Having tried the same thing, he must have understood my temperament and inclination right away.

“Even though I’m at an age where I’m about to boil, I can see that even if lust boils while looking at me, it quickly cools down. It’s something that can’t be done simply with belief or determination. It’s like a primal instinct.”

She talks.

If that’s the case, if it’s to the point of suppressing even that primordial instinct.

“… I assumed there would be a big wound. That’s why I decided not to seduce the body. Then what should I do to win your heart?”

“… ….”

It’s not difficult.

Constantly spend time and appeal for intimacy to build a bond.

After providing a small amount of profit, let them know that they are needed.

Make yourself accustomed to being.

… Theoretically, this is something that Kariel himself knows well.

Of those three things, which one is she? She doesn’t have anything suitable for herself.

When I was in the system, I used to get a good sense of those who approached me pretentiously based on such theories.

Because it’s Kariel’s own identity, and it wasn’t that there weren’t things that tried to cling to her after seeing her back.

After that, even he was wiped out.

Ruslan.

She continued her explanation.

“You have to show your sincerity as much as possible and show sincerity that matches that. That’s what we need right now.”

“… Didn’t you ever think that it could be a big risk on the contrary?”

It’s a business.

It is a world where you can die or be killed just because you know someone.

Dating someone is sometimes accompanied by great risks.

“But there is nothing in this world that is not dangerous, right?”

And.

“Opportunities are inherently in dangerous places. Just like you can acquire value that others can’t get because others don’t go.”

“… ….”

The meaning of those eyes was simple.

Ambition.

Ambition.

It’s mostly like that.

To pick one of the most fundamental things that makes a demon look like a demon.

It is a demon and even those who are hostile to the demon tribe have it in common.

Desire.

What kind of desires do the races of Middle-earth have?

No, it’s not the same.

However, the attitude toward desire.

Can you affirm it, uphold it, and worship it?

Can you trample on something you worship so much without blinking an eye?

Loyalty, humanity, justice, selection.

Whether these things can be regarded as vices, hated, and rejected.

Whether or not you can prioritize only desire and greed.

“If your usefulness fades even a little… Those vampires will take advantage of you and throw you away.”

It’s like taking all the blood from livestock and prey, then throwing away the skin and meat somewhere.

“Still, Filbar, the second prince may be an exception. Just because he doesn’t want to, doesn’t mean he won’t betray. And they are people who are somehow used to unfair treatment that almost deprives them of their will.”

“… Vampires cannot go against the will of the head of the blood family, the head and master of the organization after all. Does that mean?”

“I’m glad you know. That’s right. I’m not blaming Filvar… I wanted to tell them that they could never give up the will of their family head or head of the family. That’s why it’s more malicious. Even if the approacher is well-intentioned, even if he has overcome his vampiric urges, what if his master directs him from far away? It is a fate that cannot be refused no matter what.”

Even if Phil Var himself risked his life to protect his friendship and loyalty with Kariel.

If his head of the family decides, he can rip out Kariel’s heart with his own hands and bite off his neck.

“And it’s difficult to understand them with a short-lived accident. Because they live a long time… Like us, we have a habit of seeing the distant future rather than right in front of us. In the first place, they are people who live in a world of dreams, so they don’t have much attachment to reality.”

Sow seeds everywhere, but don’t stick to them.

Befitting those who live a long time, they are instinctive like humans and are not greatly influenced by impulsive emotions.

“If you treat him with an understanding of his temperament, he will be able to develop a more useful friendship.”

For example, don’t be betrayed while expecting and relying on your own without knowing the circumstances, and don’t feel unfair if you are betrayed.

I hope it means that.

“… Thanks for the advice.”

Kariel honestly expressed his gratitude.

“Yes. So, let’s do that today. If we had been given a little more time, we might be able to exchange our bodies, minds, and even our inner thoughts openly.”

“… ….”

I don’t ask for anything right away.

As she said earlier, she voluntarily gives her grace first.

As she left her room, the Demon King who had been watching her teeth smoothly stole her tongue.

-Did you notice?

“Yes.”

That last word is not a simple greeting.

If only given a little more time.

Was there a need to emphasize repetition?

Or was it Ruslan’s way of speaking or manner of speaking?

Anyway, those words could be her simple wishes or expressions of opinion.

Let’s interpret it differently.

“… ….”

Isn’t that the implicit meaning that there won’t be enough time for that?

Of course, this is an enlarged interpretation and may be a guess.

… There’s nothing to lose by considering it.

‘To offer grace. It could be a test at the same time.’

You create your own value and usefulness.

As if the calmness had been a lie, I suddenly felt like malice was suffocating me from all sides.

I felt my heart shrink by itself, but I tried to shake it off.

In the end, this is also the fear and anxiety I created.

… Even if an invisible knife flies from somewhere and dies.

That cannot be a reason to be afraid and anxious right now.

—-

Wandering between nap and deep sleep.

It was about time to wake up, so the sun hadn’t risen yet, and it was still dark outside.

It’s just that it’s time to wake up since the crows of chickens echoed all over the place, and I was aware of it and opened my eyes.

As I left the hallway, I often saw humans and other races scurrying around even in the dark.

Those who encountered them handed over a unique greeting with appropriate voices as if it were essential.

Leave the branch building, climb the stairs and reach the 4th floor of the village, which is no different from the top.

Surprisingly, there were already crowds of people.

Although the line wasn’t as long as yesterday.

“… ….”

It’s a street stall, and most of the street stalls were empty before they started operating.

I hope you stand in line and enjoy the cool breeze for a while.

It is said that the sun rises gradually, but in this area with high temperature and low humidity, the temperature varies considerably depending on the presence or absence of the sun.

In other words, unlike yesterday, it is very pleasant now.

After a while, I faced the sword stuck in an oblique line again.

And like yesterday, let’s grab the hilt of the sword.

There was a world that was no different from the wilderness.

The first landscape left unattended with a sword stuck in it.

Many people went back and forth holding swords and trying to pull them out.

Cannot be pulled out.

Since the village was not yet formed, the area was hilly, forested, and close to mountains.

There, it gradually wears away from sand and dust, and gradually loses its luster as if rusting, and even cracks begin to form on some parts of the sword.

Even those who were greedy for it gave up on getting it.

Nevertheless there.

As persistent as a boy was, he used to constantly search for the sword.

The thick indigo hair, close to black, was messy, like the unorganized mane of a beast.

Although he was poorly dressed, the boy always tried his best to pull out the sword somehow, as if he was going to die.

His tawny eyes glisten with miasma, though he vents malignity and resentment silently.

Several times, dozens of times since the black one.

Perhaps even in the far-flung reunions that are more than that.

I didn’t even move.

I didn’t even budge.

Even so, the boy did not give up.

Ever growing up.

Even at the moment when the situation has improved to the point where the shabby clothes are close to clothes.

Even with muscles and small scars all over his body.

He didn’t give up and hung on to his sword tenaciously.

As if trying to see who would win.

At some point, crowds start to gather.

A village was created, and the merchants who were spread around set up stalls assembling wood and tools.

Those who are even bothered by that are spreading their bags on the street and selling things.

People started pouring in without a break.

That’s why the boy who was looking for the place every day found it right after the sun went down and the darkness fell, and as always, faced the sword.

Even so, the sword still didn’t even respond to him.

I wondered if this level of sincerity and sincerity meant that he had to react at least a little bit.

A truly meaningless expectation.

More than expecting rain to fall or snow to fall just by appealing to emotions.

Really pointless expectations.

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Then do we have to wait for even this?

Then when will this be picked? When is that moment?

A man with white hair suddenly said to the young man who was holding the sword.

“Venus. As others have said, it is not yours.”

Of course, the young man didn’t even pretend to hear.

Because the tenaciously closed lips and twisted eyes were focused only on the reaction of the sword stuck in them.

“The owner is separate.”

But I guess I just couldn’t stand it anymore.

The young man clenched his teeth and glared at the man who had gone against his will.

“Then just kill that bastard. Then, will it be mine?”

“… ….”

“Answer me. Rupert. Am I right or wrong?”

White and blind eyes.

The man with eyes reminiscent of those of a snake didn’t give me any answers.

Just.

I feel sorry for him, but I just stare at him with empty eyes somewhere.

And.

A young man who was about to draw his sword as usual.

And besides the young people, I watched many, many different people all the time.

There was a girl.

At some point, she set up a small stall among several flower shops.

Stepping on her cane. Limping on her leg.

As if she wasn’t bored, she stayed there silently like a manger seat.

A girl whose hair color resembles the sky.

Even sad, the eyes seemed to be lost somewhere in melancholy.

However, her heart tightened at every turn with her inherent insecurities, and she watched with a prayerful spirit like a monk as many continued their pointless attempts at her sword.

Ruines.

Her eyes were talking all the time.

Please don’t get picked.

Please don’t get picked.

She’s been there all along. She was praying earnestly for just that.