Chapter 195 – 195 – Humans Holding Concepts
“Give it to me!”
Mithra threw his hands forward, throwing a tantrum. A little different from Edin, who held out her hand as if she was worshiping, her posture seems to be grabbing something and taking it away.
Then the Despair Gaum heaved and spun like a circular saw, slipping out of Edin’s hand.
At a dizzying moment when his fingers were almost cut off, Edin, who was charging, let go of the hilt of his sword and rolled on the floor. The warrior’s sword flew away with a sound of cutting through the air and landed in Mithra’s hand.
Edin collapsed for a moment and groaned. And Edin’s needlessly thorough clones seemed determined not to let that opportunity pass by.
They attack Edin in droves. Where does it keep popping up again? It seems that all the Bald Legion bastards who were scattered all over the world gathered here after receiving a summons.
However, we also have the power to rival the corps.
The theoretically strongest member of the Special Monster Slaying Party stood up resolutely. By tearing off Evenna’s ice chains with nothing but strength.
The reason he is the strongest ‘in theory’ is because of his unique personality. How arbitrarily naive.
And on the other hand, the reason why he was, at least in theory, the ‘strongest’… Was painfully evident when Lilith took over his body.
As a wide, dark shadow suddenly fell over their heads, the short-haired Edin stopped just before beating the long-haired Edin.
The red dragon’s tail, whipping through the hall like a whip, faintly passes over the heads of the crowd. Soon, screams rang out along with the sound of something breaking apart all at once, but fortunately there were only twelve victims. Only a guy with a thick body and a smooth head.
On the other hand, as the frightened adventurers screamed and retreated, I was swept away by the crowd and pushed out with them. Damn, I could have approached Tena in just 30 steps.
Of course, it’s not Nidroga’s fault. It is even more difficult to access in the first place. It would have looked very strange if I had gone within 30 steps.
Perhaps because of the fragments of Edin, the believers stayed far away, refraining from even approaching Thena.
First, you have to wait for the right time. Out of regret, I stepped away and stepped back.
As the pieces of the Demon King, whose arms and legs fell off, were scattered in a mess, even Evena, who had been expressionless the whole time, turned her head to Nidroga in bewilderment. Then he got up and raised his staff.
This is because the dragon’s fire, which extends like a stream of water, poured down on her. Danar, who was half out of his mind, was tearing out his head and screaming, but the contents were barely audible due to the sound of fire and cold tearing at each other.
Although embarrassed by the scale of the fire, Eshen crawls closer to the warmth. And she lifted her bound arms in pride.
“Jeez!”
“Eshen! What are you doing!”
“What are you doing?”
Eshen, despite the risk of being burned, broke the weakened ice chain and shook it off. Other party members who understood the situation came over and joined Eshen’s actions.
Eshen, who was healed of minor burns by her freed sister, joined the battle, patting Nidroga’s leg as if thanking her for her hard work.
“Of course, our physical one-tool!”
However, even though he is joking, his expression is stiff. That’s right… Because it was quite a bloody scene.
The fight between Rod and Evenna must have been much worse than this. It is truly a supernatural conflict. Even if I peed my pants right now, no one would laugh at me.
That disaster that is being wasted on each other without hesitation, there will probably be a surplus even after killing hundreds of Tan Bantais per second.
However, only Edin, the one who stumbled out from under Nidroga’s wing, smiled leisurely. As if today was just a slightly more troublesome day than usual.
There is no fear of death or regret for putting oneself in danger. How can that be?
“···Because I’m a hero.”
That is a warrior. He is the hero of the times and the main character of the narrative.
I suddenly get the feeling that grumpy-looking man is a crazy person who carved knife marks on the demon’s body. In that clean smile, there was a boldness that made all the great people witness.
Danar’s eyes, who were obsessed with ownership of his aptitude, twinkled sorrowfully. The adventurers who lost their aptitude and clung to the wall to escape the disaster are unable to tear their eyes of admiration and jealousy away from the legend.
Perhaps my eyeballs are shining the same color as theirs.
The weight of that strange smile keeps reminding me of something I have buried.
If you ask all the children who have just grown older, you will probably get the same answer out of a hundred. Sometimes I don’t want to live as myself.
The life of a farmer or a banker, a baker or a professional adventurer, sometimes feels a bit disappointing as a gift to my precious life that only lasts once.
Actually, I didn’t want to be just a porter. I didn’t want to be a wizard, a thief, a clairvoyant, an inquisitor, a healer, or a gardener.
Or, I didn’t want to be just an ordinary hero whose name would be forgotten after one generation, whose traces would only remain on the dusty family tree.
Actually, I wanted to be that kind of person, even just for a moment.
“···Me too…”
But what if it were not a moment, but a thousand years?
What if, in exchange for a hero’s adventure that lasted less than ten years, I would not be able to enjoy the fruits of that adventure, and would have to live as a seal of destruction for several indefinite eras?
The aptitude book arbitrarily determined by our era has nothing to do with it. Because it was not thanks to blood that he became the first hero.
All great people experience a moment of downfall, and the end of life is equal regardless of the joys and sorrows of the journey. However, there is only one person in all history who has lived through a ravine lower and darker than death.
The reason Edin became a warrior is that he is the one who can carry that darkness.
Edin took off his cloak and put it down. A shattered body is revealed as the price of going through a period of loss that tears the soul apart.
The destroyed man once again stretches out his hands as if in prayer. Then Despair fell from Mithra’s grasp again and flew to Edin.
Mithra, who was looking at the sword he was holding with a sneer, was astonished. Then he quickly faced Edin and made a courting gesture toward the sword.
The despair trap that stopped in the middle of the two was idling, trapped in the air, as if it didn’t know where to go.
There is one guy with different eyes. Mithra lost her temper, her eyes flashing with anger.
“
To rob your master of what belongs to him is blasphemy
···Don’t do it. This sword is my precious comrade…
All things under the light belong to the sun!
In the distant past
On the topic of ghosts,
My
Don’t touch anything
The word dry
It is!
“
The shouting that comes out of Tena’s mouth is strange. It seems like two souls with different vocal techniques are competing with the same mouth.
The implications of the contorted facial expression are clear. He wasn’t taking this situation into account. The reunion with Edin, and the struggle for ownership of the despair.
“This is
It’s mine!
“
“There are only two people in this world who have been recognized by Despair. Edin Aienard and Thena Everlight!”
At Edin’s clear and magnificent cry, suddenly Mitra’s eyelids trembled violently. She then fell down on one knee in an instant.
As the call from one direction disappeared, the direction of despair turned to Edin.
Edin retrieved the sword as if holding a boomerang and raised his head while stroking the sword body of his old comrade.
“Not you. You didn’t pay the price.”
“Pay?”
“It was Thena who shed blood and sweat on the body of the meteorite, not Mithra, the sun god! So, the more the personality of the hero whose body was stolen fades, the weaker your ownership becomes!”
“Ownership? Who dares claim real rights to God?
The sun is the master of all things!”
“It’s not this black thing. It’s a concept. Despair was once the hope of all who hoped for an end to tragedy! You can manipulate the fate of me and Everlight as you please and leave us stuck in the mud, but the shadow of hope held by humans You won’t be able to get it!”
“What if you don’t have a sword? God is whatever-”
“Is that really true?”
When the Demon Lords, who barely escaped Nidroga’s physical power, rushed towards him, Edin heavily defeated them in despair.
And he bellowed in a voice filled with ancient wildness.
“There is one thing in this world that not even you can do. Only the World Temple can trap that powerful demon, and only the owner of this sword controls the World Temple!”
A fire of hope flashes in my heart. It’s not just because I was moved by Edin’s heartfelt speech.
No matter what happens, Thena’s soul will be safe. Even if we fail, at least we will remain alive.
Because.
“It looks like they are gradually erasing Thena’s personality, but it would be better to quit right now. If Thena Everlight, the master of despair, is no longer within you, the demon will eventually be liberated!”
Edin cut another fragment into two and took one step further.
“Then you will not be able to exploit the power of the demon god trapped in the world temple, and there will be no people left to provide praise at your table!”
If that is true, he will never be able to erase our TENA.
Thena is a hostage, but not a hostage. It is an essential and non-negotiable element of his plan.
Mithra’s expression distorts as if he has been hit right in the eye.
“If you build a new world temple-“
“You want to copy the design of the great genius Rezandartam? Maybe it’s possible. But how long will it take? A hundred years? A thousand years? Who can say? Will you be able to complete it before the demon kills all your followers?”〈 Br〉
“Then I must take it. I will make that heretic sword obey with the power of heaven.”
“Didn’t I just tell you that you can’t get your hands on the shadow? Even if you lock it in a safe or have a blacksmith nail it to the wall, it won’t help. After all, it’s a sword that can disappear!
“… All you have to do is find a suitable master. Now, I have the authority to bestow the aptitude of a warrior!”
“Can you find the right person to satisfy Despair Prison before all the temples and communities are destroyed, and you starve to death? And before that, can you find Despair Prison?”
Despair Gadum, a venerable sword that refused even the hand of the sun god because he was not its master, did not agree or deny what he said, but silently performed its role.
The three fragments caught by their master’s gaze swing heavy chains and try to snatch the sword body of Despair. Then the black sword flickered in Edin’s hand and disappeared like a dream.
After ducking to avoid the chain that split the air, Edin swung with his free hand as if he were cutting with a sword. The devil’s fragments hardened his face.
Before I knew it, the despair was in his hands again. Covered in the blood of the master’s clones.
The crowd was astonished and cheered at the sight of the bodies being torn apart two or three at a time.
“I see.”
However, Mithra’s response was lukewarm. The guy… Looked around.
“But who are you saying that to?”
···Grow. I quietly approach like an assassin and try to insert a drug that will separate Mitra and Thena.
I suddenly realize that fact. The first great warrior was holding Mithra’s gaze while at the same time trying to reassure me.
I am worried that something might go wrong and Mithra will take Thena’s soul as a water demon.
Mitra’s eyes, which had been paranoidly scanning the crowd, stop at me. I flinched greatly and fell.
However, the moment his butt touches the floor heated by Nidrogar’s fire, he wakes up again from the excruciating pain.
Thanks to that, I came to my senses. Thank you, Nidroga. I realized one thing that I had forgotten because I was scared all along. There is no need to be scared.
Why are you so scared? I am not ‘Tan Bantai’ now.
If he had found me in the crowd, he would have been on guard. If that porter is this close, he’s definitely planning to do something.
But now I am disguised as someone else.
Disguise and acting are familiar. The life of a professional porter, the past days of pretending to be ‘Lan Bantai’, have turned me into a snob.
The role is also familiar. Of course, it’s someone other than Tannhäuser Bantay. However, I know it very well because I have been observing it for a very long time.
A petty, mean-spirited person, tactless to the point of irritating, and endlessly seeking praise from others.
Above all, he is the kind of guy who can’t stand it if he isn’t the most important person in the world.
A guy like that doesn’t waste an opportunity by blending in with the crowd. Instead, he foolishly steps forward in this mythical moment, scratching his golden hair.
And after he has knocked someone over with his shoulder, he naturally snatches the sword from his waist.
The man whose weapon was taken away glares at me as if in protest, but when I roll my eyes, he hastily lowers his eyes.
In an instant, I felt like I understood what type of person I was. ‘Ah. Ah, he’s an asshole, thug warrior who’s been around for a long time because of his family background.’
The ability to convince others of such a story just by opening their eyes is thanks to a great teacher named Adamantone Sunstorm. Isn’t the reason why victims often turn into perpetrators because they are rich in examples of perpetrators?
I deeply apologized to the victim who had suddenly suffered the consequences of six years worth of tantrums. And on the outside, he shamelessly played the great teacher.
“I will become the new owner of despair!”
“What?”
“
What?
No, what?”
Questions about both personalities pour out at once through the mouths of Edin and Thena.
Even the demon king’s fragments stop fighting and look back all at once. The faces of the party members who already know my disguise also frown.
Even Nidroga, who was hit by a hail of hail while breathing fire, and Evenna, who was pushing Nidroga, also turned their heads.
This power causes even the seemingly inanimate Evenna’s expression to be filled with despair. This is the true nature of Adamantone Sunstorm. When it comes to spoiling the atmosphere, he is unrivaled.
It’s a reaction that makes me feel proud. I guess my acting skills have really improved.
The adventurers who lost their aptitude also looked at each other and then whispered. What’s happening all of a sudden, that bastard? Am I crazy?
I think I saw that kid on his wanted badge. Ah, I remembered. The youngest child kicked out by the Sunstorm family.
Did you say that you almost killed several people, so you couldn’t help but put a bounty on your son?
···What is such a crazy person going to do in this situation?
But Adamantone is not one to stop at criticism. A sharpshooter does not loosen the bowstring that has already been drawn. Even if you turn around and whine a little, or take out your anger by kicking the porter’s butt.
The arrow fired by Cheekchang flies safely through the sky and gets stuck in the opponent’s head.
“I will become the new master of despair!”
“···No, that is…”
“So, whether it’s Tena, Everlight, or Edin! Those guys over there who are laughing at me! Kill them all!”
“Oh, wait a minute.”
Mithra seemed to have forgotten both the raising of his hand to take away her despair and the way the war unfolded before her eyes. She just pointed between her eyebrows, and as if that wasn’t enough, she stroked her hair and made a groaning sound.
So, I don’t think my confident approach is strange.
One of the demon lord’s fragments, who was looking at me while biting her lip, beckoned. I, who was pointing my sword at my colleagues as if ordering Mitra to attack, saw the gesture and tilted her head slightly as if asking her to say something.
“···Gunther Waldenhardt. The most powerful fragment among us. He once tried to corrupt you into a demon.”
“Eh.”
At the ambiguous reply between yes and no, the devil’s fragment bit its lip once and then released it.
“How on earth did you shake off the corruption?”
“It must have worked out somehow because I was good-looking.”
“···What are you talking about? Anyway, there is no place for you here. Know the topic and leave now.”
“Why?”
“… If a world covered in darkness arrives as Mithra wishes, someone will rise up and succeed Edin. But it will not be you.”
“Why?”
Question without details.
“Damn it, you ill-made bastard! Get away from the precious sun!”
“You, a dreg that is not even your body, dare to give orders to me, who is born with the blood of the great Edin? Are you the type of person who listens when your father’s calluses on his toes tell you to do this or that?”
Strictly speaking, Adamantone is not the son of the main body. However, Adamantone in his prime would definitely have said this.
The fragment was left speechless by the logical leap of interpreting the situation to its infinite advantage. The other fragments also muttered as if they were suffering from aphasia.
Before they changed their minds and pierced me with one spear, I shrugged my shoulders and uttered the following line.
“And there is something I would like to ask of Mithra.”
“What is it?”
A tone of voice that conveys mental exhaustion. Shin nodded his head calmly as if to see where he would come in.
And then he closed his eyes tightly as if he regretted it. It’s because I knelt down and grabbed both arms.
“Will you accept my confession?”
“···Huh
···.”
“I fell in love with my own eyes when I saw her beautiful appearance.”
“Not one eye, but two eyes?”
“This is an expression of emphasis.”
Mithra looked around her as if asking for help. The look on his face is as if he wants someone to remove the moths from his clothes.
However, the audience, whose reason had completely evaporated, could only blink.
“I have always respected the greatest god, Mithra. The party alliance revered him to a degree that seemed a bit excessive… No, I was jealous of the hero Tena, who deserved to be revered… You misheard. I was revering him. It just happened that those two were there. “Isn’t it a wonderful coincidence that we have become one body?”
An idiotic approach that would have been difficult to see twice even in God’s life. However, if the subject is Adamantone Sunstorm, there is sufficient probability.
Thena’s face is filled with astonishment, and one eye trembles.
Daze. An illusion surrounded by several layers. When we have to deal with monsters that are no match for us, we, the weak ones, use tricks and traps.
While he was trying to understand that I was making it up and being a realistic idiot, something slowly slipped out from under my forearm sleeve.
It is a silver marten with a syringe in its mouth.
I held Thena’s sleeve tighter.
“And I really like that strong woman. She just so happens to be the strongest woman in the world. Isn’t it a wonderful coincidence?”
“You… No. That’s enough.”
Danar, who was sitting sprawled near the throne, gave up trying to think of something else. I flinched as if I had read something unusual.
“Why, what? Am I mistaken? If I inhabit a woman’s body, doesn’t that mean I have become a woman? God doesn’t have a gender, right?”
“What kind of trick is this?
“
“There is no such thing as a trick. Of course, it may seem that way. If I were the highest god and the husband of a warrior, I would be powerful enough to make even my mother who abandoned me hit the ground and regret it. However, such worldly dark intentions are not in my hero’s sword. I swear, I have absolutely no interest whatsoever…”
“This is it.”
Mithra suddenly violently shook off her arm. Before I could even react.
She then waved her hand as if to slap her.
There is a pop sound and pieces of the broken syringe flutter. Even a small animal.
The moment the marten, which had been attacked, flew away with a squealing sound, its breathing was constricted.
“Sable!”
“Suddenly, an evil energy seemed to tickle my senses, and it was like this. Did you bring my sister’s poison? Did you dare to block the sun with your palm and commit a blasphemy?”
The marten falls with a thud. While rolling a few times, the silver fur is filled with the liquid of our best and hope.
Then there is no movement. When I flinched greatly at that fact, Mithra smiled a twisted smile.
“But it failed.”
Is that really true, you son of a bitch?
“What can I do now?”
A crazy act of throwing me as bait.
When I got on her knees and squeezed her forearm again, Mithra tried to shake her off.
I am pulling the warrior’s arm in a low posture. In that case, it would be right to drop it immediately. Unless you’re lifting, you’re no match for physical strength.
But I can’t shake it off. Mithra frowned at her. It’s because the tightness around her arm is unusual.
And it’s because my arms holding onto Tena suddenly became four.
“I heard that a nice guy somewhere was asked a similar question and said this.”
Lilith pressed her face against my chest and whispered seductively.
“Best.”
‘The yield is good.’
‘What do you mean by that?’
‘Even if we only use half of this, it’s more capacity than we need.’
‘It’s the same with all potions, but hitting it a lot doesn’t necessarily mean it’s effective. Shall we split the bottle in two?’
‘If you pretend, you’ll understand. I’m not just saying this, why don’t you stay here and help me?’
I made more than I needed and divided the vial into two.
In other words, even a burnt bantai or the best elixir can be used as bait when necessary.
And the other bottle of hope is left to someone who doesn’t need disguise or acting to get there.
‘Dawn Dreamy Curtain’. A camouflage artifact used by the survivors of the Demon World who followed the demon Yagarum when they raided us.
Only their allies can notice their presence, and they have a camouflage effect that makes them invisible to enemies.
As the faintly transparent aircraft is pushed out to both sides, Mitra, who has a premonition of another trap, nervously looks to the left.
It’s not that way, you idiot.
Erina is behind you to the right.
There was a world that was destroyed by a ghost sent by the sun. The name of the country that endured until the end is Etheria.
It was an amazing place with military airships, 10-cylinder two-wheeled bikes, and above all, a theme park and a Ferris wheel.
There was a girl who loved those things. The murdered daughter of the Republic stood on the battlefield of the gods with revenge in her hands.
Erina Soprania lifted her syringe with all her might.
