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

Is it just that enough?

Siddija wanted to ask her that.

Being locked up in this space without any privacy was treated as a test subject for 24-hour observation without any freedom.

Is this really possible?

[I'm satisfied with just this. ]

This girl named Mash would probably answer this question simply.

"What is Chaldea trying to do?" Siddija stared at Blizzard outside the window with her arms crossed. "What is the purpose of doing things that are no different from other magicians in this almost isolated place?"

"Save... this world," Roman pursed his lips.

"Save the world?" Siddija put down her hands and turned to lean on the glass. "This world is really sad. Only by sacrificing a girl like that can be saved."

"I can't refute," Roman turned his head away, clutching the folder tightly with both hands, "but this world is such a reality, and everyone has difficulties."

"That's why I feel sad," Siddija closed her eyes. "Does that kid know what's going to happen to him next?"

"Mash... she's always known," Roman exhaled with an ugly smile.

"That child... Matthew is very cute, and I really want to lift her up if I can," Siddija opened her eyes.

"Yeah, very... eh!" Roman's eyes widened, as if to say with an incredible expression [Did I jump for a while. ]

"Such cute children are working hard to save the world," Siddija spread her hands, "I always feel that I have a little conscience to fish here."

"Yes... yes," Roman looked around with some guilty conscience.

"So~ even if it's only a little bit, people like us have to do something more or less," Sidika sighed, "I'm not a hero, but I can also do something within my power."

"What do you want to do?"

"I asked a little before I came," Sidika stretched out, "Even if the idea of ​​the Chaldean Arabian Nights really succeeds, I am afraid no one will believe it, after all, no one believes that it is success. proof."

"Indeed," Roman nodded, "but they weren't here to be praised, they established Chaldea just to save the world."

"It would be perfect if we could reduce some sacrifices," Siddija sighed softly. "It would be good for that child to bear a little less... No, even if he is not a hero, he can do it as an ordinary person."

"What do you want to do?"

"You... don't you like experiments?" Siddija raised her hand and pressed it on Roman's shoulder, "That transfer should not have been tested on humans."

"You..." Roman opened his mouth wide, "Even you can't be fine."

"I can do it, I have been able to do even more difficult things, well~ I actually have my own purpose," Sidika smiled slightly, "I have to ask you to help the doctor at that time~"

"It's really embarrassing," Roman scratched the back of his head, "but it's a companion who made an appointment to eat cake together, remember to come back!"

"Well, after all, there are some uneasy little guys." Sidika raised her right index finger, "That slate is in your hands, right?"

"I am here, but I have failed many times," Roman pointed to Siddija, "because you are here."

"After I leave, I will replace Matthew's holy relic with that slate. Although it's just a projection, the power of blessing will help that child," Sidika chuckled, "You should do it, after all, you should You must have come in through the back door."

"Ahahaha~" Roman laughed awkwardly.

"Don't worry, it will work, because the pure white hero will save the child."

Because he's on a journey again.

Chapter 1 On that day, the pure white hero and the pure white son met

If there were words to describe the woman in front of me, the word noble would be enough. Although she was wearing ordinary clothes, she felt like she had to bow her head just by looking at her, no, not bowing her head. is blasphemy.

After all she is...

"Long time no see," Sidika lowered her head with a wry smile, "Lord Hera, the Queen of Heaven."

Although it was true that he acted on the premise of finding the Greek gods, but he ran into it as soon as the transfer was successful, no, it should be said that Hera was waiting for him as if he had expected it.

Still some surprises.

"Welcome back, Sidika," Hera raised her hand to support Sidika's head with a wry smile, "You have worked hard because of our willfulness."

Blessing is also a curse. Their willful kindness makes Siddi farther and farther away from their wishes. They should have understood it a long time ago, but it is not the happiness they think. They have always believed in Siddi as a human being. Jia will regret it, that kind of ordinary people's life will not be happy, because they are gods, they have seen too much, after a long time, as a [child], Hidega will understand the importance of those things, So they arbitrarily wanted Hidega to be happy.

And the happy result is unimaginable despair...

"I'm sorry," Hera shook her head.

They thought they were far-sighted and never thought that Hidega, who already had the blessing of thirteen gods and was not afraid of anyone, would really go to crusade the former king of the gods.

Why be afraid?Why are you smiling and jumping off?

Even now, she has not forgotten and cannot imagine that the king of the gods, who is proud of everything in the world, will return to the Olympics in a state of despair and escape.

He regretted it, but it was too late.

For him, that hell is Pandora's Box. The Titan imprisoned in it will overturn the despair of his rule, and the Sidga, which he personally sent into it, is the hope that can comfort his soul. Can he do it?

Endangering his own rule because of his so-called conscience, he has already done it once anyway, so he just…

The king of the gods, who can see through the future with wisdom, does not even have the courage to see through himself.

He made up his mind, but it was too late.