As Reme-san reminded me, it was two years ago that I met him.
　The only person who knows this story, apart from Reme-san and me, is Demon King-sama. It's not something that I would very much like to fuss about, and I didn't want to willingly reveal this memory of my foolishness and Reme-san's kindness to others.

　Another thing I couldn't tell this to Leme-san myself.

　I was afraid that in the unlikely event that he would be the only one, even if the possibility was as small as the tip of my fingernail, he would hate me for remembering it.
　So I tried to get him to like me first. I had the idea that if I confided in him after we got to know each other, he wouldn't hate me. It was utterly shallow and disgusting to me, but no one wants to be disliked by someone they admire.

　I used to work as a 【Vampire】 in a dungeon in a different city. My dungeon name is also different from what it is now.

　Naturally, subhumans who become demons have their own reasons for becoming a demon.
　Because it's cool, because there's a demon that I admire, because I want to beat the 【Brave Man】 with my own hands.
　This area is similar to how people aspire to be adventurers. If you make your idol a 【Brave Man】 and your enemy a 【Demon King】, you will become an adventurer version.
　On the other hand, there are those who become demons for negative reasons.

　For example, 【Position (Job)】. The determination of the suitable job by God.

　There are very few people like Reme, who can do that, who continue to hone their skills and strive towards their dreams, even if their aptitude for the job is not what they want. There are very few people who can do that, to say the least.
　I don't want to be in a job that I don't want to be in, no matter how talented I am. There are many such people in the world.
　But if you don't like what you do, it's a very hard world. It's possible to earn a day's worth of change if it's just a small chore or behind the scenes, but a [Blacksmith] owner, for example, can't become a cook.
　It's not that it's impossible, it's just that no one is willing to look at it.

　Originally, the entertainmentization of dungeons was conceived as a receptacle for such blighters.
　Even after peace has been achieved, combat-type [positions (jobs)] holders continue to be born in this world.
　They are not sought after by anyone in a world that is only peaceful. If that happens, their talent for violence will be used to survive.
　But that doesn't mean we can't welcome all of them into our shrinking army.
　Those who fight must be given something to do, that fighting is their job.

　It was the same for the demon side.
　When people and demons stopped fighting, they kept talking to each other to keep the peace, and what they did was to make dungeon capture and defense entertaining.
　They make it into a show. The battles entertain and excite the people. We make sure that whoever fights and wins gets the credit for it.
　The result is a great success. Today, dungeon capture is the best form of entertainment known to man.

　Now, it's good if you're in a fighting position, but it's pretty hard for those who aren't and become a demon.
　God's judgment is a mystery, but for example, there are a few dream demons out there who have a [prostitute].
　If you say it's the right job, it's probably the right job. But the dreamer doesn't want to sell her body in exchange for money.
　Some of them don't mind selling their bodies in exchange for money, but not all of them.
　Naturally, such a dreamer can't become a cook or a florist.
　Even if they get along with someone or love someone, if their [position (job)] is known, they will be misunderstood.

　So those people become demons.
　Workplaces where you can work under your race name without disclosing your temporary name and 【Position(Job)】.
　My 【Position (Job)】 is 【Soaked Blood Master】.
　Only vampires are able to manifest this ability, and it allows them to control their own blood and the blood they have sucked at will. To be precise, the power possessed by vampires is far superior to the others.

　What do you want me to do, with this [position (job)]?

　I was practical, so I became a demon. Even if I had something else I wanted to be, I couldn't become one anyway. Then I would choose a job within the scope of what I could do and get results within it.
　My abilities were trained and I was confident in my abilities.
　Soon I would be a floor boss and eventually become a dungeon master.
　I thought I could be able to do it.
　But the reality was not sweet.

　Someone less capable than me was being used heavily.

　When I asked him why, he told me that hurting women was not popular with the audience, and that adventurers didn't like it.
　Ah, it's gender, I thought.
　I don't want to see an all-out fight, I want to see a fight that feels good. I can understand.
　But I was sad and frustrated.

　Still, I kept trying. The power to control blood is a good look. I trained the bat sub-beasts and mixed my own blood with the blood I made them suck, and I also learned to control more blood. In the dungeon, he was able to achieve methods that would be difficult to achieve in real life, since everything was magical.

　One day, my then boss, the floor boss, invited me to dinner.
　He said it was about work, so I thought he would appreciate my efforts and leave me with something to do.
　I was wrong.
　The man touched me with a pretense of sympathy and told me in a roundabout way that my treatment would improve if I allowed my body to do so.
　I splashed water on his face in anger and the next day I was reassigned to a dead end at the end of a convoluted maze in the hierarchy, where no one would come.

　There was no hope of changing jobs. There is a strong horizontal connection in the dungeon, and unless you're from the floor boss class, you need a letter of introduction to go elsewhere.
　I'm a woman with no track record, and I have no future, having incurred the wrath of the floor bosses.
　I will continue to grow old in the dead end of the maze, getting paid enough not to die, and will be thrown out when the beauty that others think I am capable of taking advantage of fades away.

　It was frustrating and frustrating.

　It was then that I witnessed the fenix party.
　I was drinking alone in a normal tavern, not in the demon's area, as my colleagues had avoided me from the earlier incident.
　Why they didn't go to the tavern where the adventurers gathered is a mystery. Well, it wouldn't be much of a reason.
　I was so drunk that my vision wavered, and I was very irritated to see one of the boys.

　Reme. [Black Mage] Reme.

　I know. The boy who belonged to the thirteenth-ranked party at the time for the sole reason that his best friend was a [Flame Brave].
　The world is like this after all.
　If a powerful person likes you, you can suck the sweet juice.
　Those who can't flatter you will sink to the bottom and die without anyone looking at them.
　How inexcusable.
　How awful that it's a disadvantage to fight as you are, isn't it?
　You didn't know anything about him, and yet I resented him like that at the time.
　When I left, I said.

''Good........my childhood friend is a 【Brave Man】. Even if he's a [Black Mage], he can be the 13th rank.''

　The boy seemed surprised at my sudden rudeness, but he didn't get angry.

'I'm dizzy, are you okay?　Do you have company or something?

　On the contrary, he worried about me.
　I felt miserable for myself and left the store, ignoring the boy.
　I'd certainly had too much to drink.
　I'm wobbly and shaky. My head hurts and I'm not feeling very strong.
　........This is the first time I've ever been drunk like this.

Hey, Onee-san, are you okay?

　A young man, who seems to be very frivolous, calls out to me.
　I thought I vaguely remembered him, but it was the man in the store. He was chasing me.

"Thanks for your concern, I'm fine.

No, no, you don't look it. You need to take a break.

　The man's gaze turned to my face, then to my chest, then back to my face. I was uncomfortable.

'Get out of my way,'

Don't be a prick.

　The next thing I know, I'm being attacked from behind by someone.
　They held my mouth and dragged me into a dimly lit alleyway while holding my stomach.

'Alright!　Good boy, don't bite me - I'll beat you up if you mess around.

　I couldn't resist.

"Oh, I knew it was a super bite.

　The young man who called out to me says, "Hey, isn't it funny that I'm always on the lookout for you?

"Hey, isn't it funny that I'm always on the lookout for you?

　The guy who attacked me from behind and what seemed to be one more guy.
　The three of them attacked me.
　They must have been after me when I was in the store.

We can't move, can we?　No, you don't go to the bathroom when a beautiful woman is drinking alone.

　You've been served something.
　It sucked. I was frustrated and sad and disgusted and scared.
　If I fought, I could win, but I couldn't move my body well, probably because of the drunkenness and the drugs they'd drugged me with.
　Realizing that I couldn't resist, the man who had me in his grasp grope my body from behind.
　Then he ripped open the chest part of my clothing.

'Oh my God, it's huge!'

　The smell of booze in a low voice.

'This is going to be fun,'

　The creepy licking of the tongue by a man who only thinks of women as objects.
　Why is the world like this?
　In the end, nothing good ever came out of it. It's useless to try. No one seems to care about anything other than the part of me that is a woman.
　What an emptiness.
　I can't bear to raise my voice, at least not to entertain these men. Even if I cry or ask for forgiveness, these people will only get carried away.


"Dorya!


　The frivolous man was blown away.
　Because the man on guard slammed his fist into his face with an aide-de-camp.

'Huh?'

　The man who is holding me makes a dumbfounded sound. He has no idea what has happened.
　I didn't expect to share the same emotions as my rapist, even for a moment.

'Why!　Always!　I'm all alone!　Don't make me watch!　d*mn it!

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

　A drunken, uncontrollable beating batters the frivolous man to a pulp.
　--what, break up?
　The mutation continues.

'What the hell?　Why can't I see anything?　Hey, hey, guys!

　The man who is holding me visibly gets upset.
　He pushes me away and holds his own face.

'Ki, that's disgusting...!　What's this, eh.....

　And then he started to suffer.

'I'm sorry, I've been slow to catch up with you,'

　Someone caught me as I was pushed away.
　'All I know is that I'm a 'little boy'.

' '...It's awful. Put this on. You'll be fine now.''

　The 'little boy' hung the thing he was wearing on me.
　It was........the [Black Mage]'s robe.

''What!　Somebody stop it!　What the hell did you do to me--
Ora!　Eat my wrath!　We take turns watching!　I like--gahaha.
No, all right, all right, all right. Hey, come on, come on, come on.

　The 'little boy' who stunned the man who was holding me, the watchman and the frivolous man with a blow to the jaw, a spinning kick to the side of the head and a stomp to the face with the sole of his shoe, respectively.

'It's done. Can you stand?

　The 'little boy' holds out his hand to me.

'Why do you think...'

Yes?

Why are you helping me? I said some terrible things to you.

'What?　How did they find out... oh, your clothes?

　Once I realized it, I could determine that he was 【Black Mage】Reme even through the 【confusion】. It was only an association from his clothes, so I still felt weird because I could only recognize him as a 'small boy'.

I was worried about you because you seemed very drunk, but I didn't mean to chase you. It's just that after you left the store, these three followed, and their smiles were like this...they had this kind of look on their faces.

　I can imagine. They couldn't hide their excitement for what they were about to do, and they must have been wearing a very low expression.

'That's not a good enough reason,'

'Really?　I don't think we can leave it alone, though.

　I was able to recognize Leme as Leme, as if he had broken his spell on me.
　He had a really strange look on his face.
　To him, it was only natural for him to chase after a vampire who swore at him for the first time, just because he might be attacked.

　I met a true brave man that day.