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

The despair that Miyu's world encounters is something he cannot solve.

He may be able to defeat the gods, he may be able to lead people forward, but he can't stop the law, especially when there is a ghost who doesn't want to listen to people at all.

Even if he wiped out the souls of the dead, the result would not change.

If you can't do it, you can't do it.

Although I am a little worried, I can only entrust everything to them first.

Angelica and Beatrice are still in the hands of El-Melloi II. Judging from their combat power, Darius should not act rashly, especially if they have to pursue them across the world.

Anyway, he had time to find the answer.

"Are you leaving again?" Matthew stuck his head out and looked cautiously at Siddija, who was tinkering with the secret refrigerator of Roman's hidden cakes.

"Well, it might be a little long this time," Siddija closed the refrigerator door and said apologetically.

"No, it's okay," Matthew waved his hand vigorously, "you should also do something you want to do."

"He's really a good boy~" Sidika gently hugged Matthew's body, "I'll tell you a story next time."

[I'll keep waiting! ]

"Ah~ He's really a good boy. Speaking of Roman, don't look at me like this," Sidika looked at Roman, who was full of resentment, with some embarrassment.

"Because! My love for Miss Mei Li actually lost to your hand speed!" Roman wailed while holding his head, "I'm not even number six now!"

No, you simply lost to the authority.

Hidega leisurely tossed the bracelet in her hand.

"Isn't this very good, you can continue to give rewards after I leave," Siddija stood on the teleporting instrument and twisted her shoulders.

"I... I don't have to ask you to leave," Roman hesitantly pressed the button, "I have always kept you a piece of cake, so... so be sure to come back."

"Of course," Siddigar gave a thumbs up.

They will surely succeed.

El-Melloi II, Grey, Illya and Miyu, Tohsaka Rin and Luvia, they are all people who can be depended on.

Maybe they will encounter many obstacles in the future, but their will will never be twisted, and they will move in the direction they believe in.

He is not the only tall man in this world. Maybe he is the tallest one. Maybe he can support him all the time, but it does not mean that the world has to be supported by him. Someone to support the world instead.

Speaking of which... Didn't you say you shouldn't be a hero?

Siddija scratched the back of his head and sighed as if giving up on himself.

As a result, he unknowingly took it.

No way~ Since he can lift his hands to support the world, why does he have to bend down? If only there were people who could walk with him and carry the burdens together, it would be a pity that the people who could walk with him are long gone. Go, there are not enough people around now.

But... let me rely on you a little this time~

Hidega closed her eyes and slowly dissipated in the light.

immature people...

"I don't know how long it will take to meet this time," Roman sighed softly.

"Did he set off again?" The door opened, but the person who opened the door did not go in, but stood outside and watched Roman.

"Yeah, this time is a real expedition," Roman closed the instrument, put his hands in his pockets and skipped the people outside the door.

"That means Matthew can continue to be hope, right?"

In the darkness, Roman's expression was a little stiff, and the hands in his pockets began to clench.

"Ah... yes, the call to the pure white hero on Mash can be held again."

"That's good, the experiment on the mixing of spiritual bases can also start." The man in the dark reached out and patted Roman's shoulder, "To create a pure white hero belonging to Chaldea, so that Matthew's life will also be become more meaningful."

Roman gritted the crown of his teeth, shook off the hand on his shoulder, and walked towards Siddija's room.

"I know you don't understand and don't want to understand, but I still hope you can stay by Matthew's side." The man in the dark looked helplessly at Roman's back.

"Don't you want to answer?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh so annoying!"

The door was slammed shut, and Roman sat down on the bed, scratching his head unwillingly.

He couldn't refute it, because what the person said was the truth, and what made him most dissatisfied was that he knew that what the person said was right.

Matthew was born in Chaldea, and has not been regarded as a human since the beginning, even now it is just a test product that performs exceptionally well.

If, according to that person's practice, the spiritual base is mixed on Mash, and the power of the pure white hero and the power of another hero are fused, Chaldea can create their own hope.

In this way, Matthew's position in Chaldea will become the position of Hidicah in Greece. Although it may not be so exaggerated, it is at least better than it is now!

But Roman was just unwilling, not willing to use such a method to make Matthew respected.

"Forget it, eat some cake to make up for it," Romain, with messy hair, opened the secret refrigerator where the cake was hidden.

"Ok?"

Looking at the refrigerator full of instant ramen noodles and several large bottles of mineral water, Roman fell silent.