Chapter 25: 25 24 ◇ My brave man

As Mr Lemme reminded me, it was two years ago that I met him.

The only people who know this story, except Mr. Leme and me, are the Demon King. It's not very much like hustling from myself, and I didn't want to go ahead and reveal to people this memory filled with my stupidity and Mr. Leme's kindness.

The other thing I couldn't tell Mr. Lemme about this from myself.

Because in case it's unlikely for him only, but even the earlier possibility of nails, I was afraid that being reminded would make me hate him.

So I tried to be liked first. Once we got along, I had the idea that if we opened up, they wouldn't hate us. Although I would hate myself for being completely shallow, no one would want to be hated by admirers.

I used to work as a [vampire] in a different city dungeon. Dungeon names are different now too.

Naturally, there is a reason for being a demon.

Because I look good, because I have a demon I admire, and I want to smash down [the brave] with my own hands.

Around here, people are similar to going for adventurers. Admire [the brave], make the enemy [the demon king], and you become the Adventurer version.

Conversely, some become demons for negative reasons.

For example, [Title (Job)]. Definition of competence by God.

Like Mr. Lemé, very few people can do that, even if the right job isn't what they want to be, who keep drilling and moving towards their dreams. Enough to say I'm barely there.

Whether talented or not, I don't want to take a job I don't want. There are many such people in the world.

But this world is very tough if you want to be something other than competent. With a little chore or the back, it's possible to earn a dime, but [blacksmith] holding it, for example, can't be a cook.

It doesn't mean it's impossible, it means nobody's looking.

The entertainment of the dungeon was originally conceived as a receptacle for such a rash.

Even after peace, there continues to be a constant generation of [positions (jobs)] in this world of combat.

In a world where they are just peaceful, no one can ask for them. Then the gift of violence will be used to survive.

That is why we cannot welcome all into a downsized army.

To those who fight, fighting is what must be given a job.

That was the same for the demon side.

When people and demons stop arguing, they continue to discuss how they can maintain peace on both sides, and what they can do is entertain the dungeon offense and defense.

Make it a show. Entertain and excite people in battle. Fight and let the winner gather praise.

The result is great success. Today is the best entertainment anyone will ever know when it comes to dungeon offense.

Well, I hope you're in combat, but those who aren't and become demons are pretty hard.

God's judgment is a mystery, but the [whore] dreamer with it, for example, is there.

When it comes to suitability, I guess it's suitability. But dreamers don't want to sell their bodies in exchange for money.

Some people don't mind at all, but it's not everything.

A dreamer like that naturally can't be a cook, or a florist.

Even if you get along with someone or love someone, they misunderstand you when they know [Title (Job)].

So these people become demons.

A workplace where you can work under a racial name without disclosing your tentative initial name, [Title (Job)].

My [title (job)] is [Bloodsucker (yes/no)].

It is expressed only to vampires, who can freely manipulate their own blood and the blood they have sucked. Precisely that power, which is equipped for vampires, is far superior to the others.

I don't know what to do, in this [position (job)].

I was realistic, so I became a demon. Where there was something else I wanted to be, there was nothing I could do. Then I will choose my job to the best of my ability, and I will give you results in it.

I was building my abilities, and I was confident.

It would be a good idea to be a floor boss soon, and all of a sudden a dungeon master.

I thought I could be.

But the reality wasn't sweet.

Those who were less powerful than me were heavily applied.

If you ask why, "I hate adventurers because hurting women is a bad audience uke".

Oh, it's gender, I thought.

I don't want to see a fight at all costs, I want to see a fight that feels good. Understandable.

But I was sad, and I regretted it.

Still, I kept trying. The power of manipulating blood looks good. He taught bat subbeasts, mixed his own blood with the blood he made them suck, and also wore the art of manipulating more blood. In the dungeon, everything is magic, so in reality, a difficult method could also be achieved.

One day, my then boss, the floor boss, invited me to dinner.

He said he was talking about work, so I thought he could appreciate his efforts and leave something to me.

Different.

The man has touched me with a sympathetic gesture, conveying in a far-fetched way that if he forgives his body, his treatment will improve.

When I left anger to hang water on my face, it was repositioned from the next day to the end where no one would come at the end of the intertwined maze in the hierarchy.

I don't even want a new job. There is a strong lateral connection in the dungeon, and unless you are from a floor boss class, you need a reference to go elsewhere.

If I don't have a track record, I'm a woman, and I have no future for buying the anger of a floor boss.

I guess I'll get old and get paid to the extent that I won't die at the end of the maze like this, and be thrown out when the beauty that others think is my take.

I regretted and could not help but regret it.

That's when I witnessed the Phoenix party.

I was avoided by my colleagues from the previous incident, so I swallowed one in a regular tavern, not in the demon area.

It is a mystery why they did not go to the tavern where the adventurers gather. Well, it won't be a big reason.

Drunk enough to shake my sight, I was very annoyed to see one boy.

Leme. [Black Demon Instructor] Leme.

I know. That's all the reason my best friend was a [fiery brave] boy who belonged to the 13th place party at the time.

In the end, this is what the world looks like.

If the powerful likes you, you can suck the sweet juice.

Those who cannot even sell their flair will sink to the bottom and die without anyone looking to them.

How unreasonable.

Wouldn't it be terrible to fight as you are?

You didn't know anything about him, but I was angry that way at the time.

On my way home, I said it.

"Nice... he said childhood taming is [brave]. [Black Demon Instructor] But I can be 13th."

The boy suddenly said disrespectful things. He seemed surprised at me, but he wasn't angry.

"It's flirting, are you okay? Who's with you?

On the contrary, he worried me.

I became miserable and left the store ignoring the boy.

I do seem to have swallowed too much.

Shaking around. My head hurts, and I'm kind of powerless in my body.

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... I've never been drunk like this before.

"Hey Oneisan, are you okay?

A young man who seems so light-hearted calls out to me.

If you think you remember blurring, it was the man who was in the store. Have you been chasing me?

Don't worry. I'm fine.

"No, no, it doesn't look like it. You should take a break."

A man's gaze turns to my face, to my chest, back to my face. It was unpleasant.

"Out of the way."

"Don't tell me you can't get along."

The next moment, I was attacked by someone from behind.

He holds his mouth and drags him into a dim alley with his belly held.

"Okay! Good girl. Don't bite me. I'll beat you up if you're kidding me."

I can't resist my body.

"Oh, isn't that super clam after all?"

Says the young man who has been speaking up.

"Hey, isn't it weird that I'm always on guard?

There seems to be another one with the man who attacked me from behind.

The three of us, we attacked me.

They must have been after me since I was in the store.

"Can't you move? No, go to the bathroom or something when the beauty's here to swallow alone."

Did they serve anything?

It sucked. I was sorry, sad, upset, and scared.

You can win if you fight, but your body doesn't move well because of the drunkenness and the drunkenness.

Knowing I couldn't resist, the man who was holding me snaps his body from behind.

And I tore the chest part of my clothes.

"Wow, big guy."

Mixed with an inferior voice, the smell of alcohol.

"This is gonna be fun."

A creepy tongue nodding about a man who only thinks of a woman as a thing.

How can the world be like this?

After all, I never had a good thing. It's no use trying. No one seems to care but her own woman.

Oh, my God, void.

I don't want to raise my voice at least because I'm entertaining these men. Whether you cry or beg forgiveness, these guys just get on with it.

"Oh no!

A light man blew up.

Because a man on guard followed his escape and slapped his fist in the face.

"What?"

The man who is catching me makes a grunting voice. I guess you don't know what happened.

I didn't know you were going to share the same emotion with the rapist for a moment.

"Why! Always! It's just me! Don't let them watch you! Shit!

"Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa"

The beating, which is drunk and no longer effective, makes the light man bumpy.

- Hey, buddy?

The anomaly continues.

"Hey, what!? Why can't you see anything! Oh, hey, you guys!

The man who is catching me is visible and wolfy.

Push me over and hold my own face.

"Ki, no feelings...! This, eh..."

Even more painful.

"Sorry, I'm late to catch up"

Someone took me for a ride.

All I know is that it's called 'Little Boy'.

"... terrible. Wear this. It's okay now."

"Little Boy" hung on me what he was wearing.

It was the robe of...... [Black Demon Instructor].

"What!? Somebody, no, cancer! What the hell are you doing to me?"

"Ola! Eat my anger! Keep watch alternately! Nice - Gaha."

"Stop, okay, whoa, seriously - gah"

"Little Boy" stuns the man who was catching me, the lookout man and the light man in such a way as a blow to the jaw, a spinning kick to the side head, and stomping and crushing his face with the soles of his shoes, respectively.

"It's over. Can you stand?

"Little Boy" reaches out to me.

"Hey, why..."

"Yes?"

"Why, you saved me. I told you... terrible things."

"Huh? How did you find out... oh, clothes"

Once I realized it, I could also decide that he was a [Black Demon Mentor] lemme over 'Confusion'. It's only an association from clothes, so as always, I felt weird because I can only recognize him as a 'little boy'.

"No, I was worried because you seemed so drunk, but I wasn't going to chase you. But after you left the store, these three people continued to smile like this... and they looked like that."

I can imagine. We couldn't hide our excitement about what we were going to do, and I guess we were exposed to a humble look.

"Not for a reason."

"Really? I don't think you can leave me alone."

You solved the magic on me, I could recognize Mr. Leme as Mr. Leme.

He looked really strange.

For him, it's only natural to chase even vampires who offended him in the first meeting just because they might be attacked.

I met a true brave man that day.

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