After the painful lessons of his first run, Leinar had planned to play it safe in his second run and help the hero level up steadily.
Who could have guessed that from the start, the Demon King would pin him beneath her black-stockinged feet and brand him with a magic sigil?
"Bring the hero to me, or become my personal rug..." the loli girl declared.
That wasn't all. Leinar also realized that everyone seemed to be acting a little strange.
The gentle witch was always making him black tea.
The saintly priestess longed to be punished by him.
His cute junior schoolmate hadn't changed, but what the heck was that collar in her hand?!
As for where the hero was...
In a shabby rented room, Emilia rolled over and mumbled in her sleep.
"The hero and all that... I don't care..."
