I’m a Hero, but I Gave Up Saving the World

70 – Beatrice’s change of heart

It is said that people look back on the life they have lived before they die.

It is what is commonly referred to as a kumaneung.

‘Ahh… now… Are you really going to die… ‘

It reminded me of my childhood when I knew nothing.

The golden age when you whined to your mother when you were hungry and asked your father to do difficult tasks.

At that time, the world was just the hut where I lived with my parents and the village where I went to buy groceries from time to time.

‘If I die, will I be able to meet my mom and dad again? Isn’t it because I’m a body destined for hell?

The perfect world was destroyed by Gerena.

Both mother and father died.

The man at the fish store who gave me candy without my mother’s knowledge, the kids I met on the street, and the woman at the bookstore who let me read books for free, telling me to study hard… all dead

Beatrice had to adapt to the new world like a bird coming out of an egg.

Life in a monastery where you sharpen your mind and body with your classmates, not your family.

The monastery was a good educational institution where they could get food and lodging and develop their faith in Goddess Irene, but the only thing missing was men.

Beatrice’s interest in the veiled man in the all-female monastery inflated like a balloon.

There wasn’t a man I liked right away, but I had the belief that if I waited, I would definitely encounter a fateful encounter.

‘If you are chosen as a saint, you can dedicate yourself to the hero’

Because that was the monastic teaching.

Goddess Irene also became a saint as a hero, and it was the dream of all aspiring saints to recreate that legend.

Beatrice also calmed herself that she would endure the poison attack in order to someday fall in love with the hero.

Until I saw Kwak Dong-soo in real life.

Honestly, even if it doesn’t matter that the personality is rotten, the visual was the problem.

Kwak Dong-soo’s toad-like face was a visual shock to Beatrice, who had only developed fantasies about men while reading romance comics and biographies of past warriors.

‘How nice it would have been if Faust had been a hero from the start… how much… ‘

But Faust was different.

Two heads taller than Beatrice… When I asked him, he said he was 185, but he seems to be bigger now.

Sharp jawline and sharp nose. Even the dark eyes… Everyone was a handsome man who sniped her taste properly.

I was really happy.

The years spent with Faust… Unlike training in a suffocating monastery, each day was sweet like chocolate and thrilling like sherbet.

To be honest, while I was hugging and kissing Faust, the future of mankind and the revenge of my parents were erased from my head, and I just wanted to fall in love and drown myself.

‘Ahh… I can’t turn my head… Since I’m going to die soon, this is my last chance to seriously look back on my life. What comes to mind right now is… ‘

Peeping at Faust’s profile as he woke up early in the morning, hugging Faust from behind as he was studying, Faust finding a cookie he had hidden in failure and eating it pretending to be delicious, chatting all night and not being able to sleep. going to work… But I can’t remember a single thing about the chatter… I kept thinking of these useless memories.

“Pow… St… ”

“Why are you calling me? Are you going to leave a will?”

—Faust, who always smiles kindly in my memories… He was currently preparing to strike with his magic sword.

If that thing was swung around, Beatrice’s neck would fall terribly to the floor with it.

That’s how it ends. life

“Faust… cold eyes… I’m doing… ”

“Is that so? I am the same as usual.”

“no… you used to… really warm… was a person… ”

I can’t find any humanity at all… Eyes as cold as snakes.

Even in this situation, Beatrice laughed at herself thinking, ‘I’m still good-looking’.

At the monastery, I was taught not to judge people by their appearance, but it seemed that she was a so-called fool.

“you are… I met… The most handsome… sexy and… kind and… intellectual… was a person As if it was carefully crafted by God himself… perfect man… ”

Beatrice struggled to lift up her hand, which had been ripped off of flesh.

But she never reached the face of Faust she wanted.

It would be possible to reach it if you raise your body a little bit, but even that little bit was an impossible area.

It was because he was so injured that it wouldn’t be strange if he lost consciousness at any time, so he had no feeling at all from the waist down.

If Faust came a little closer, I could feel his skin one last time and die, but of course he wouldn’t.

Beatrice’s heart ached all over again.

“you… What made this… I… Joe? that happy… It’s me who broke the times… ”

“therefore? Do you regret it?”

“Yes… as if one was crazy… I regret it like crazy. why did i do that Why did I ruin that good thing with my own hands? why my feet… its good… its good… Whoa… ”

My throat was choking and I couldn’t speak well.

If I had no choice but to die from lightning falling from the sky, it wouldn’t be so heartbreaking.

I regretted that I had kicked away happiness with my own feet and will.

“Oh really… I’m sick ah… I really hate myself… Why, because of that one letter… I doubt you… ”

“Hey Beatrice. It’s not just the letter. After that, if you had listened to me seriously and not blocked your ears like a bigot, you would have been able to find out that the letter was fake.”

Beatrice nodded her head like a broken machine.

“No, that’s right… I’m crazy… I just thought I was betrayed by you… The blood gushed out… Ahh… ! Gosh, watching you being bullied, I even thought it was salt from sesame seeds, self-sufficiency… ! Why! Why!! Why!!!! aaa!!! aaa!!!!!”

Beatrice began to limp like an invertebrate.

Now he no longer has any semblance of dignity, wailing like a child.

“AA AA AA!!! I regret it! I really regret it!! Ahhh!!! I!! I’m an asshole I!!!”

right! right!

The sound of banging your forehead against the ground resounded.

A layer of blood was added to the already swollen face.

Even in that situation, Beatrice was screaming more out of regret than pain.

“Why did you do that!! Why eh!!! Why did you throw away that good thing!!! Ah ah ah ah ah!!!! regret it!! I regret it, really really sincerely… I regret it like fuck… fuck really… ”

“what? Did you say fuck now?”

When Faust first heard such slang words come out of the mouth of a saint, he doubted his ears.

He was a guy who always used honorific words even to the demons.

“Yes… Done.”

“Puhahahaha!! Wow, does Beatrice swear too?”

“Then what should I do… I feel like shit. Ah ah ah ah ah!! I can’t stand it if I don’t curse at all!! Such a dog baaal!!!”

Beatrice howled uglyly, tearing at her hair.

“I don’t need all these fucking things!!”

Throwing away the cross from his neck,

“I do not need! I don’t need all of them!! Ah ah ah ah ah!!!”

Like a child throwing away an unwanted present, she tore her nun’s uniform.

It was a symbolic scene of turning one’s back on God, no, on mankind.

“Fuck everything! I’m also a sucker… Humans are shit, this world is shit too… Ahhh!! Faust! kill me quickly! I’ve really made up my mind now! There’s nothing good about staying alive! I apologized to you and was punished, so I have no regrets anymore! hurry… Please kill me quickly… me… Because I can’t stand it anymore… ”

“for a moment.”

Faust looked up and down Beatrice’s naked skin, which had been stripped of her nun’s uniform and was now in her underwear.

Misha’s hair stood on end when she saw the owner taking an interest in the woman’s skin.

The elven queen approached with thumping footsteps.

“Lord~in~nim~? Come on, kill her. Or will Misha kill? They said it would be nice to have a peeling type that peels off the skin alive.”

“Oh wait Misha. Stop interfering for a second.”

Faust drew a circle and examined Beatrice’s body 360 degrees.

… full of wounds It’s amazing how alive it is.

The places I hadn’t hit were already swollen with swelling, and there was no bruising anywhere on the body.

If you look closely, almost all of your fingernails and toenails have been torn off, and there are traces of burning on your scalp.

Her back was etched with teasing scribbles such as “Asshole”, “A slut impregnated by Faust”, and “D-4 to be burned at the stake”.

Even the letters were carved by cutting the skin with a knife rather than a pen.

Being bullied for a day or two does not leave scars on the body.

Come to think of it, this guy was being burned when I arrived, but no one saved him.

No, far from saving her, it felt like everyone was sitting in a huddle and watching the burning Beatrice.

Come to think of it, it’s a very strange situation. Why are people burning the saintess?

“Hey Beatrice. Who did you hit?”

“… sniff… sniff… Yes… No, I was right.”

“When did you hit someone?”

“So… About two hours ago, guards Alex and Brian hit the back of the head with clubs, and while I passed out, they beat me until my limbs were broken. , Last night, the monastery mates came to see me, and I passed out because my blood flowed back with a cursed prayer, and again… ”

“Hey, how many are you thinking of counting?”

Seeing Beatrice stretch out both hands and inserting each finger one by one, Faust struck a jump, feeling that it would not end soon.

“How many people did you hit?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes hundreds of people would come in groups and beat them one by one. On the weekends, there were even auctions to choose who would beat me, so I can’t count them all.”

“Sigh? What is that malicious popularity? As I remember, you had a really good image. Wasn’t it the hero who saved the holy sword, the saint of the warriors’ party, and the agent of the living Goddess Irene? How did you get so lost Have you ever embezzled public money?”

“No, that… In fact, we all insisted on apologizing to Faust, but we were misunderstood as being on the same side as you and were imprisoned in the dungeon.”

Beatrice bowed her head and spoke a little shyly.

“One word was wrong and everything was lost. She was excommunicated from the monastery, and the government even issued an official statement saying, “Beatrice is a demon.” It’s over. What? Since I’m a demon, it’s legal to hit, it’s legal to kill, and it’s legal to do anything. If he hadn’t been burned at the stake today, he would have died of sepsis or a bacterial infection. Because they just hit you and don’t treat you at all, these people… ”

Strangely, the wounds that had been so painful were now proud, like medals.

However, as he recalled the faces of the humans he had hurt, his anger rose.

Beatrice’s face was contorted with madness and turned into a ferocious beast like a vengeance.

“No matter how much I really wanted to kill them, you fucking scumbags. Things less than worms that aren’t worth saving, fuck really… I’m still pissed off He said he wanted to apologize to Faust… fuck… Fuck you bitch!! I want to kill you!! I want to kill every single bastard hiding in the crowd and pretending to be nice as if he didn’t do anything!!”

“Hoo… so? You mean you want to kill them all?”

Faust, who witnessed the amazing change that had taken place in the saintess while she hadn’t seen her for a while, thought of something interesting and smiled.