I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

How sad.

As Grey, she was never expected, because it wasn't Grey that they needed.

She was always revered as a replica of the king, because the king they asked for had returned.

How much time is left to survive as Grey?How much time is left before she will become that king?

How long can she help Master?

Just thinking about how she was gradually becoming another person made Grey feel like she was sinking into a swamp, the more she struggled, the more powerless she became.

"Snapped---"

Warm hands pressed against her somewhat cold neck.

"ah---"

Grey, who had been staring at the reflection in the car window, screamed, and the figure in the car window changed back to the weak girl, but her face was a little red.

"You...what are you doing!"

"Don't show such an expression," Siddija smirked and helped Grey braid her hair.

"Because..." Gray opened her mouth, then lowered her head and her voice was extremely weak.

"Are you afraid?" Sidga sighed while looking at the braided braid in her hand, "I am no longer myself."

"Ah."

Grey's hands are shaking, and the light in her eyes is extremely dim. This is probably the first time she has confided her fears to someone. If possible, she hopes to bury this fear in her heart forever, so that no one will help her. ...No, in this world, only Master is probably worried about her, so she can't let Master know her fears, and she can't distract Master. Compared with the little things about her, Master has more important things to do... …

But in the face of Hidiga, she unconsciously relaxed, and the fear that had been suppressed in her heart leaked out.

"It's really a silly girl. You will only make the gloomy guy more worried," Siddija raised her hand and pressed it on Grey's head, "Don't worry, you will always be yourself."

"Hey!" Grey raised his head.

"Your feelings, your soul, your body, all of this belongs only to you named Grey, and you have reasons why you will never give up no matter who your opponent is," Siddigar chuckled, "Don't underestimate it. With everything you own, you still have a mission to accomplish."

"Mission..." Gray said softly.

"That guy is too dangerous by himself. He is obviously a rookie but always chooses the most dangerous choice, so..." Siddija put down his hand.

"I will..." Gray clenched her fists, "Protect Master!"

"This is... an obsession that belongs only to Grey, a will that even a hero can't distort," Siddigar pushed open the door, "Then it's time for you to go."

"Thank you," Grey stood up and bowed respectfully towards Siddija.

"It's just to help a little girl dry her hair," Siddija leaned against the wall with her arms around her chest. "And correct me, it's for company, not protection."

"Well," Grey nodded and grabbed Yard and rushed out of the room.

"Really," Siddija sighed softly, "one awkward and one just like this is enough, just looking at it makes people reach out and hit their heads."

"Snapped---"

Medusa stepped out of Siddija's shadow and struck Siddija's head on tiptoe.

"Eh? Why?"

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When the truth is revealed, two situations often occur.

[Is it actually discovered! ]

The prisoner wailed and knelt on the ground to give up his resistance.

In this way, even a weak chicken can go back to that office to deal with seemingly endless documents and worry about huge debts.

If only so.

El-Melloi II covered his forehead with a headache.

No matter how amazing his theory is, it can't hide the fact that his combat power is the same as scum.

[Discovered?Then I have to kill you. ]

This is the person he hates the most, but he can meet him every time.

"Oh~ that guy isn't here this time," Hephaistion threw the sword in his hand, "Finally, the stain of the king can be erased."

"Please don't do this, you can't let the monarch die now," the young man with flaming hair smiled softly, and the back of his hand had a bruise-like engraving.

"I didn't expect to meet you in this way, the former head of the modern magic class, Dr. Hartres, the man whose heart was stolen by the goblin," El-Melloi II pushed his glasses, "but I didn't expect you to be disguised as Yvette, and sure enough this guy is also involved?"

"If it is successful, give her a copy of the purchased magic eye," Hatreth spread his hands. "Although I still paid a lot of assets, it was successful, so how did you find out? I asked myself. There are no flaws."

"That's right, there's no flaw at all, that stomach-ache feeling hasn't changed even when you are exposed, but..." El-Melloi II rubbed his stomach, then pointed to his own Eyes, "You shouldn't imitate her, even if you imitate your tone, you can't imitate her magic eye, she who can judge emotions can jump around at my limit, she knows when I will be angry , but you can't, just cheat a little and you'll be able to find out."

"It turns out that you chose her to be able to observe her up close, but I didn't expect so many accidents," Hartres sighed. "So? Do you want to catch me?"

"If possible," Kano Ryori's face was a little ugly.

It seemed that this matter was out of her control.

Servants cannot be matched by humans.