I’m Not a Hero Like You

74 – 24. If you feel unfair, do you follow me well?(3)

“The teacher should have seen my performance!”

A child staying in the chapel. Because I had already been informed that I was an orphan….

If I wasn’t going back to the place where the sword was stuck, I thought it was this way, so I went to find it, and sure enough.

“I was surprised when I broke down the wall of a building with my bare body.”

When Lucy Lee said it in front of her in an amazing tone, Leo laughed hahahahaha and only nodded his head as if it were the same.

Standing with her chest raised, her hands resting on her waist, Rui Lin looked as sturdy and innocent as a kid her age.

In fact, she quickly made friends with some of the kids at the chapel.

… Although she didn’t seem to think so of Rui Lin herself.

“It is natural for the weak to be attracted to the strong. What’s more, I’m a promising female!”

… Like this.

I don’t know what it is like when Lucy Li heard that sound again and took her Rui Lin to the corner of her chapel.

“If you don’t have a good place to stay… It’s shabby, but even here….”

Soon after, Louis Ness came to look after her children.

Let’s put her proposal into her mouth as she expresses her longing gratitude to us.

“Uh, can I?”

Lucy Li was delighted to hear her words.

Even though there are two inns in Somern Village, they were already full, so Leo and Lucy didn’t seem to have a good place to rest just at the right time.

“Don’t worry too much, we can rent a room at the Eden Levan Regiment branch.”

Rui Lin was so lucky that she was trying to lighten her burden before her, but… If the attitude she mentioned was a problem, it’s a problem.

“Ruirin. Even good intentions are different depending on how they are conveyed. At that time….”

The way Lucy Li pointed out that part and explained it gently reminded me of her older sister.

In a way, Lucy Lee seemed to have room for misunderstanding thanks to her confident and dignified attitude, but she seemed to be well aware of the problem herself.

“Then it would be nice to have a meal together…” Even if the hospitality is not changed, by all means… I want to treat you.”

“That….”

Perhaps she wasn’t used to this kind of attitude, Rui Lin looked at her and sent her eyes as if asking for her opinion.

“As much as you like. Still, there are a lot of people, so we will bring the ingredients.”

“If you go that far….”

She was able to leave the chapel only after barely persuading Louis Ness, who repeatedly tried to dissuade her.

“You still like to patronize.”

“Because that generosity will bring great joy, comfort, and memories to someone.”

Bread handed out to the hungry.

The value of bread given to those who are full… Was it the difference between gold and stones scattered on the roadside?

… Mother, these are the words you always said while devoted to volunteer work and donations.

So don’t neglect even a loaf of bread.

Those who have it often forget it. Or didn’t know

That even if you give just a little bit, it will bring great joy to someone.

However, on the other hand, the recipients must not be forgotten either.

The importance of it.

That it is a right and not a matter of course.

The fact that it is a precious gift of someone’s dedication and sweat.

Based on that grace, we must build a better tomorrow.

“But if someone helps me and gets used to it… When will you become self-reliant?”

“Accept that there are people who cannot grow up as quickly as you. Not everyone is as good as you.”

“… It’s a compliment, but it sounds kind of disapproving.”

“That’s a compliment. But just as there are wild grasses and colorful flowers in the world, everyone is different.”

There are flowers that do not grow quickly, and there are flowers that bud overnight.

There are flowers that can withstand all kinds of storms.

Just as there are flowers and plants that quickly wither in the heat and cold.

“If we don’t acknowledge differences, from then on, every moment will only be a fight. After all, pushing my will and opinion means breaking the will and opinion of the other person.”

“You have a serious illness again. Is it a matter of admonishing that much, is this?”

“…… Take care of it.”

That might be right.

I don’t know if I’m trying to treat him too much as an adult.

Because you secretly and unknowingly harbored expectations, you recited teachings rather than teachings to live up to expectations.

“… ….”

Is this also arrogance.

Or is it arrogance?

If that’s not the case….

… ….

Right after arriving at the Edenrevan Regiment branch building, I finally tried to do what I had been thinking about.

“Are you finally going to fix it?”

As she picked up her curved sword, Rui Lin added a word.

“… Okay. It should be.”

I don’t mean anything here.

… If you’re going to carry it, you’d better fix it.

Or dispose of it.

—-

A tomb was located far away from Somern Village, and a small cemetery and charnel house were located in the same area nearby.

In fact, since a cemetery was created, corpses were buried in this area as if it had been promised, so it was treated like that.

Because there are differences in burial methods depending on religion, even cemeteries were somewhat different as if they were divided into areas.

The lord of the area was relatively generous in this respect.

He is called Jarl, which is their expression, and in terms of the empire, he is an existence that corresponds to the rank of count.

However, it is difficult to think of it that way.

Even if the Empire first optimized and subdivided the aristocratic class system, that was the Empire’s standard.

To them, Jarl, which means chief and lord, chief and warrior at the same time, was an important name in establishing the ruling order of the Ice Sea Sand people.

However, thanks to this, even though it was a monarchy, it was sometimes misunderstood that it was not a feudal state, but a chieftain state.

In fact, the Kingdom of Davas took a position to deny this externally.

Unexpectedly, Metran neither actively denied nor affirmed this.

Anyway, Jarl, Lutengar, who governed this area, was a generous lord who tolerated the autonomy and culture of each village.

It’s just tax and respect, and whether you’re able to carry out conscription orders if necessary.

Of course, since they also hunted monsters periodically, they would reaffirm their loyalty each time by calling and gathering troops.

The reason why the guards were established in addition to the vigilantes in Somern Village.

There are less than 100 of them, but even so, he is a professional soldier, and the reason why he has a separate professional occupation group called soldier is in that context.

Venus headed for one of them.

A shabby cabin located a short distance from the cemetery.

When he entered the room, let alone warmth, a chill greeted him.

“Ha… ….”

Even though the sun had not yet set, the inside of the cabin was darker than expected.

“Are you here?”

Her man, who had just taken a wooden goblet from her mouth, tapped her gray mustache with his black knuckle, as was her habit, and asked.

“Then what are you here for? Did you know that I was about to fall out?”

“I, I… I can’t see you talking nicely.”

“Tell me why you called.”

“How was it?”

“… ….”

The armies of Venus are distorted.

“Usuf. Don’t make people angry, tell me what’s going on.”

“This is also one of the business.”

“Do you stimulate the other person by looking at them?”

“Huh? Is this a stimulus? I asked for your opinion, what should I do to make this a stimulus?”

“… ….”

A pot-bellied man who plays slyly while fiddling with his half-skinned hair.

“It’s different from us.”

“Yes, of course.”

“It is fundamentally different. And as I said before, that sword is mine.”

Then he asked Venus, not mockingly, but genuinely curious.

“Can’t pull it out?”

“If you get pulled out, then you can cut off your hands and everything and rob them.”

“I’m not a kid who is spoiled for his toys.”

“What did you just say?”

“Heh heh heh.”

Tilting a glass and making a joke.

I want to kill you right now, but….

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Even that is an existence that once chased the same person’s back.

Some realized the truth and turned their backs.

Those are the writers who knew the truth but silently held onto their position.

… If it wasn’t for that

That would have killed him long ago.

“Why was Rueld’s bastard chosen?”

“God knows that. Or maybe Grandeus-sama had foreseen it.”

“… ….”

“Rupert doesn’t know, so maybe we will.”

The power to peek into the future.

Even Rupert, who had directly inherited the tools related to him from Grandeus, knew very little.

He often eats wrong even with that.

Even if it is a prophecy and an example, in terms of interpreting and understanding it… He was lacking in many ways.

So… He’s a 10-year-old, and he’s got to stick with him.

Do not exalt, but struggle to fulfill the prophecy in the desired form.

That’s Usuf.

That was his role.

At the same time, he was able to accumulate considerable wealth based on the prophecy.

And based on this, he could have his eyes and ears and hands all over the place.

“Each person has a role.”

Didn’t even Grandeus himself say this?

I am a forwarder.

I am the one who delivers.

I couldn’t be an executioner, a revolutionary, or a condemner.

My next generation will be able to if they want to.

“… ….”

But.

It’s not Usuf, Rupert, or themselves.

Not to mention, even all the members of the Rescue Knights, who are relatively new, each have their own roles.

… Even he might not be much different from the many, many beasts that pull wagons and carts.

“I guess I gave you enough warning though?”

“… Okay.”

Originally, it wasn’t news that would have reached this far so quickly.

However, it was made that way.

The guy in front of me.

And what do you mean? Warn me and give me at least some space to respond? Do you want to say hello too?

No matter how you look at it, you’re insane.

“Why is that bastard related to the demon lord? Rather, what kind of devil is that bastard? Isn’t there only one or two rumors about the demon king on the continent right now?”

“I don’t know that far. I’m just guessing at the rumors that flowed in.”

“That’s right. Why did rumors spread that demon lords were popping out of nowhere in Middle-earth? Is this something you made up?”

“That can’t be. Won’t you make me look like an outrageous conspirator? You’re young, so I don’t know… There is only a small fraction of what one individual can attempt. I’m at least bringing that child here… To be precise, even making them leave the system is considered a miracle.”

“… ….”

“Looking at so many collaborators… It was destined to happen even if I didn’t do this. Personally, I feel sorry for that child. That’s true.”

Venus snorted in disgust.

“I don’t think so.”

“Even so. Why me… I honestly don’t know why he came here. If there had been no guidance, how could he have come here aiming for it? Is this also the aftermath of the prophecy? It doesn’t make sense to treat it like that.”

Usurf’s words were exactly what he said, and his words didn’t make sense.

But when it comes to those bastards who rely on prophecy as a beacon, there’s nothing strange about talking like that.

After the death of Grandeus, the relief knights were divided into several groups.

As of now, there are only three factions.

The No. 1 Faction to which Venus himself belongs, and the so-called snake-eye faction to which Usuf and Rupert belong.

And even though they knew the truth, that’s why they were all the more crazy about continuing that noble will.

The Savior Faction.

It’s a bit like including the Saviors within the Relief Knights, but… What will they do if they insist on that?

No, to be precise, they are the only ones who are talking about being an orthodox relief knights, so it’s not like that.

Unless you really beat them all up, it would be impossible to stop their bullsh*t.

… Because they didn’t actually get caught, among many, many things, they are openly active.

But even those were keenly aware of the prophecy that Grandeus’ sword would sooner or later be pulled out, and that his successor would be born.

… Right now, like himself, like a native of this area, in a situation where they desperately try to pull out their swords every cycle, they were not all the same and annoying.

“The saviors are actually showing great satisfaction with Kariel, that child’s progress.”

“… I should have killed them all.”

Hypocrites.

A narrow view of justice.

On the subject of outlaws who live under the pitiful illusion that they are good people and do good things.

It’s not really the same, it’s just ugly.

“I think it’s safe to admit that the ideal you’re pursuing has gone farther than our ideal of world purification.”

“Anything wrong with my will to destroy the privatization of force?”

Even corrupt power.

Even the evil spirits of the invading Demon King’s army.

The essence is the same.

In the end, shouldn’t the corrupt power be built up as well as the demon lord’s army?

Not even a handful left.

“It is power, and power is the instinct of all living things, including humans. No matter how you suppress it, something to replace it will emerge in one way or another. So, your efforts are completely in vain.”

Usuf admired his beliefs that were more crooked than their own, but he couldn’t help but stick his tongue out at the futile idea of scooping up sand from the desert and water from the sea.

The child who would have become a hero by nature meets Grandeus and witnesses his benefactor being killed by the greatest hero of the time.

I came to hate the hero.

That’s why that child couldn’t become a hero.

Even though he had more qualities than anyone else.

… This also.

‘It must be fate.’

Usuf tilted his glass.

Even though the glass has been empty for a long time.

Like a habit, like a habit, he kept drinking.

‘I’m sorry, but.’

I can’t help it.

Kariel. Whether that boy is later or some time later.

When did he find out the truth about all sorts of malice and conspiracies against him?

He hates both himself and Rupert, one of them, even if he kills them.

He, Usuf, was willing to accept that fate.

‘If that’s how our long-cherished wish comes true.’

I’ll die a hundred more times.

He went through the most devastating times and lost everything from that to him.

This world, then and now, was still bloody and gray.

A drop of blood is added to it.

What anxiety?