Because the Exiled Magic Swordsman Was Actually the Pillar (Physical) of the Party， the Heroines of the Hero Cling to It Belatedly. 943

Chapter 943 – To Advance, to Catch Up

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Somehow (?) Cleon, Amelia, Vivian.

With only three left, the number of people advancing to the Fairy King’s training ground.

Coming this far, there were no trials worth mentioning, except for the rooms where people were confined and forced to train.

However, Cleon was still walking without being able to relieve his tension.

＂It’s because we’re in charge of this… I wish I was alone…”

“That’s right. I had to do it all by myself. Furthermore, I have no idea how many hundreds of years ago it was, but every time I got caught, I felt aggrieved as to why the position of Fairy King required such difficult work.”

Vivian nods her head, saying ‘yes, yes’ to Cleon’s words.

＂… Since the Fairy King is an absolute being who rules over this Fairy Incense, he should be an example to other fairies as well. ＂

When Amelia, who was quietly listening behind her, said that, Vivian looked back at Amelia and smiled.

“Now that I think about it, I’m a little worried. That girl over there… Is there a reason why she goes with people in the dangerous profession of adventurers at such a young age?”

“It’s a dangerous job… Yes, it’s dangerous.”

I have no hesitation in the presence of the person in charge.

Cleon thinks so, but shrugs his shoulders and looks at Amelia.

Amelia would be a little worried after making eye contact with Cleon.

What should I say about Vivian’s eyes?

It seemed like he had some insight into the fact that Amelia was not an ordinary girl.

The power she possessed was quite unique compared to others.

If she had her knowledge of Amelia’s powers related to ‘her Holy Spirit’, she might have had some idea of ​​her identity.

To be honest – the fact that Amelia was in the Eastern Kingdom with Cleon would not have been surprising if she was now barely known to the high-ranking people in the kingdom or the exiled church.

What you don’t know is that there are ordinary people who are not related to those people – that is, citizens of the kingdom who still believe that Amelia is a rebellious princess who ran away from the kingdom.

Then, is it okay to tell Vivian about Amelia’s identity?

Due to the nature of the place called Fairy Village, it is not so easy for a pursuer to find it.

＂She is… The royal family of the kingdom.＂

Nevertheless, Cleon is cautious and is a little sparse in his words.

“Aha. Indeed.”

And Vivian nods her head with an expression of understanding as if she understands Cleon’s words.

“For a princess to be accompanying an adventurer at such a young age, this smells like a story.”

Vivian nodded in response, placing her hand on her chin like a detective.

When I look at that, it reminds me of Gray, who is a little worried about whether he is staying healthy in the royal capital.

“Then, would you like to have a little interesting story with me while you’re on your way to the next room?”

“… If you don’t mind with me.”

‘Did you just say ‘next room’…?’

Although Vivian’s words, which seemed to predict that the number of people in the next room would decrease again, were nerve-wracking, Amelia nodded at her words.

＂How much did we talk about-＂

When Vivian paused to think, Amelia repeated what she had said.

＂Because the Fairy King is a being who must serve as an example to other fairies, I was wondering if he would train in a place like this.＂

＂Yes, yes. Of course, it is. Fairies are pure, so they are easily influenced by ‘others’ rather than ‘themselves’. And the standard for those ‘others’ is, of course, the being that stands in the brightest position among fairies.”

Vivian will quietly place her hand on her chest.

“Fairy King. It’s a fairy in a place called ＂

And her expression soon changes to a slightly bitter one.

“But even though I knew the importance of my position, I was deceived by witches and had that position taken away from me for 200 years. Many fairies saw Dorothea, played by witches, as the fairy king, and became influenced by them and became strange. It’s a mistake on my part that I can’t excuse. But-“

Vivian continues talking while looking at Amelia.

“But that’s why. A king must be strong. A leader must be someone who receives trust from the people and can repay that trust. Not only in knowledge, but also in all aspects, including force and magic.”

Amelia looked a little surprised by Vivian’s words, but then her face darkened as she thought about the reality of her kingdom and her own father.

＂Humans… Cannot be such perfect beings. What about such a superhuman…”

Amelia speaks in a voice that makes her seem a little unsure.

＂Hmm… Is that right? Probably, it would be too much for us as fairies.”

＂…?＂

However, in Vivian’s words, while affirming Amelia’s opinion, in a way, she was denying what she herself had said a moment ago.

Amelia couldn’t help but tilt her head as if she didn’t know what was happening.

“There is no one in this world who can do everything perfectly. Because if there was such a person, he would have already made this world somehow. Everyone has something they’re good at and something they’re not good at. It’s an obvious fact that even young children know.”

As she said that, she moved the tips of her fingers.

An illusion made of magical power appeared before her eyes.

It was a painting depicting the king standing above everyone, raising his sword, and the king talking shoulder to shoulder with others.

“If you are a perfect being on your own, there is no need to form a group. Whatever you need, you can make it yourself. The kings that exist in this world are those who mistakenly believe themselves to be perfect and those who accept their imperfection. There are only these two types.”

“… So, does that mean the latter is correct?”

Amelia listened to her words, thought for a bit, and then asked Vivian a question.

Then Vivian shook her head and spoke.

“You can’t judge right and wrong based on that alone. Either side could be right, and either side could be wrong. People who want a king as strong as steel will want a king like the former – and people who want a benevolent king may find the latter attractive. “It’s a difficult story, right?”

Vivian said self-deprecatingly and just shrugged his shoulders.

＂In the end, what do you want to talk about-＂

It was that moment when Vivian smiled and was about to tell the next story.

Click. And Vivian stepped on something.

＂…＂

Such a loud sound was naturally heard by everyone, and everyone shut their mouths and stopped moving their feet.

Vivian, who was leading his lead, slowly looks down at her feet.

Then, there was a footstool that protruded a little more than the rest.

＂Uh, huh? I was so excited about talking that I forgot that there was a trap nearby that would take you into the next room.”

＂… Hah?＂

Do you think such a foolish thing would happen?

It would be better to think of it as some sort of prank or inducement.

Of course, because she was the wisest and most powerful being in this fairy town, she was able to achieve victory after the witches united their powers and even went as far as using a human body.

How strange it is that she, forgetting about this underground American trap she had once passed through, chatted with Amelia and fell into her trap.

Even after Cleon himself put the current situation into sentences in his head, he couldn’t understand it.

Reality was cruel, and Vivian was even more foolish than Cleon thought.

＂Oh my~!＂

Cleon thought that usually with devices like this, something happens after you take your foot off the step you stepped on.

However, to the dismay of such expectations, the place where Vivian was standing suddenly opened, and Vivian fell down.

＂Aaaaah! This, this!”

Cleon and Amelia thought they could escape using flight magic, but the two couldn’t help but frown as soon as they looked down.

There were green vines wrapped around her body, holding her back and preventing her from climbing on top of her.

＂Apooooo!＂

Vivian is struggling as if she is drowning.

What can I say, it may be a bit embarrassing to watch, but her reaction is so comical that I don’t think so at all.

＂This vine absorbs the magic power of anyone who touches it, and somehow the wall covered with vegetable oil is a hole that you have to climb up with your bare hands! Sorry, I’m sorry, it’s been a while since I came back to this body, so I’m having a hard time getting out! I think it will take some time!”

Vivian is a great explainer who manages to explain things even while struggling and being interrupted by vines.

Seeing that, Cleon sighed and shook his head.

“Ah, I understand. Come up slowly. We’ll go from here on our own.”

“… I see. Also, to carry on the wishes of a colleague who entered the other room first. We can’t stop here.”

“Bah, that’s the position!”

Vivian somehow nods her head in response to Cleon and Amelia’s words, which give off a somewhat solemn atmosphere.

＂That, and. Little girl!”

When I first called Amelia who was about to go forward, Amelia stopped her feet and looked inside her hole.

“What I was trying to say earlier… You have to come up with the answer yourself!”

With those words, she pretended to be, raised her fist with only her thumb, and slowly sank down among her vines.

“… Yes. I know.”

And, while looking at her, Amelia nodded her head and walked forward with Cleon.

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“No matter what happens here, we have no choice but to figure it out on our own.”

It’s natural that Vivian, who was explaining things, is gone, but if you keep moving forward through the labyrinth with a little quietness.

Finally, the two were able to stand in front of the huge door.

At first, there was a mural similar to the huge stone gate that I saw when I entered this space, but I couldn’t feel any sign of popularity there.

Apparently, it didn’t seem to be the fairy of the door series following door wood or door lock.

Instead, in front of the door was an altar similar to the one where the grimoire that Lila had been trapped in was placed.

There were several bracelets that looked a little rough in appearance.

＂If things continue as they have been, something will happen if I pick up that bracelet or wear it on my arm, right?”

“Yes. But…”

No matter how much I look around, I can’t see any device that can open the door.

There is no perch of a slightly different height, no grimoire, no footrest, and no switch.

So – if you want to move forward, you have to touch this bracelet anyway.

＂… I can’t help it.＂

As Cleon says that, he approaches the altar and tries to pick up one of the bracelets that were lying there.

“Yes. I can’t help it.”

Amelia nodded and picked up her bracelet.

Nothing happens up to that point.

The two people look at each other, then cross their gaze and nod.

I don’t know what will happen, but even if it’s a trap, if we do it at the same time, we won’t all get caught up in the trap.

Thinking like that, one, two, three. If you put the bracelet on your wrist at the same time-

The bracelet naturally shrank and changed to a size that perfectly fit the wrists of the two people.

Then-

[Welcome to the final stage of the king’s ordeal. Humans of this country…]

Voices flow into both people’s heads at the same time.

The voice that seems to be either male or female.

[If you want to move forward. Put down everything and move on.]

＂Everything?＂

Cleon thinks about something for a moment at those words, then puts down the bag he was wearing on the altar.

It was meant to leave behind the various equipment contained within it.

Then, Amelia will also put down her simple backpack.

“… Then shall we go in?”

＂Yes.＂

Amelia tries to move forward with a solemn expression upon Cleon’s words.

However, the door does not open.

＂…＂

[No… Don’t try to take all your weapons with you… Leave them all behind…]

Even the solemn voice said that he was embarrassed by Cleon’s shamelessness, but Cleon looked down at his waist.

“I’m sorry, but this is not a weapon.”

[… It’s not a weapon? No matter where you look, there are three swords…]

＂Galatea is a part of my soul, Caliburn is like the daughter that Galatea gave birth to again… Slash… Is a keepsake of my one and only teacher. ＂

When Cleon spoke so confidently, his voice fell silent for a moment and then-

[… What are you talking about so confidently? And, aside from the first two, the last one is really just a thing…]

＂Tch…!＂

“It’s a tougher opponent than I thought.”

Cleon clicked his tongue at the voice’s criticism, and Amelia nodded her head, acknowledging the other person’s harshness.

[Besides… Either way, all weapons have no meaning here. Look. Your weapons… You didn’t say a word after coming in here…]

＂… Now that I think about it.＂

Cleon pulls out his sword and looks at it as if startled by the voice’s words.

Galatea and Caliburn, who would normally be loud and helpful, did not say a word after entering this underground training hall.

“Galatea? Caliburn? “

Even if you call their names, there is no response.

“What did you do?”

[Nothing… It’s just that this space is that way…]

I thought it was the voice that did it, but the voice quickly denied that suspicion.

[Anyway… If you don’t leave those swords behind, they won’t let you… And the dagger hidden in your pants…]

＂Haa…＂

[Don’t sigh… Because that’s the rule…]

Cleon sighs to the ground and places the three swords hanging around his waist on the altar, and reluctantly removes the belt holding the throwing dagger he had hidden in his pants and places it on the altar.

＂Enough now?＂

[… And that girl over there…]

＂Yes?＂

[Sorry, but you cannot enter…]

＂Uh, why…!＂

When Amelia reacted in surprise at the sudden refusal to enter, the voice responded.

[The appropriate age for this facility is 12 years or older, and those under 150 cm in height are not allowed to enter due to safety regulations… Please understand…]

＂Eh, eh… But I also practice… ＂

Amelia is embarrassed when she hears that there are stricter standards and safety rules than she thought.

[… Furthermore, your body itself is like a weapon… I will guide you to another room.]

As soon as the voice ends, a magic circle suddenly appears at Amelia’s feet.

＂Yes!?＂

＂Wait… Whatever you want!＂

Cleon tried to hold Amelia’s hand, but Amelia had already disappeared due to her transference.

＂…＂

[Don’t worry. Human… Because she is safe…]

“… If it’s a lie, you will have to take responsibility.”

When Cleon spoke in a low voice as if threatening, his voice gave a small ‘huh’ laugh.

[She has to worry about herself more than she does, magic swordsman. … No, sex test? Just a check? … I don’t know why he carries so many swords. Anyway…]

And, after those words are finished, the stone gate slowly begins to blur.

And beyond that, unlike the quiet space he had been in until now, there was a corridor filled with tension similar to the underground battles he had explored many times before.

[Go forward… And test your strength. If you are someone who admires ‘Hero Resia’…]

＂…!＂

After hearing those words, Cleon regains his motivation that had been lost for a while.

Lecia, like herself, would have left everything here and moved on.

If she was going after her – there was no time to just sit around and do nothing.

She put her foot down.

Beyond the dark passage.

The moment you pass through the stone gate, the light coming in from behind disappears.

And then, the stone gate blocking the passage reappeared, blocking the way back.

Take a small, deep breath.

By overcoming this ordeal, I am one step closer to Lesia.

With that determination, she takes one step forward-

Click.

＂…＂

I heard a familiar sound.

And then I heard the ceiling open.

When you look up at the sky, there-

Rocks several times larger than Cleon were about to fall.

＂Aaaaah!＂

She lets out a scream without realizing it, and Cleon runs forward.

Unfortunately, the road to catching up with Lesia did not seem to be very smooth.