victory

Days passed, and the new poster on the square, which belonged to his portrait, was decided to be included in the compilation of the "New Chronicle" about that battle.

And this book is now gently placed on his bedside.

"Joseph, this is the history of the Age of Braves restored according to your words. You can't go out now, and you have nothing to look at." The writer's attitude towards him is not much different from that of an ordinary person, except that there is something in his eyes. an ineradicable contempt.

When the writer brought the book, he brought a little food and a bottle of rum that he hadn't had since his injury.

He didn't have any big reaction, he kept his head down, and only thanked him softly.

The writer then shook his head regretfully, clicked his lips, and left with a sigh.

After the writer left, he propped up his weak back, opened the closet, touched the polished armor, walked back, touched the rum, and took a sip.

After a while, I mustered up the courage to open "New Chronicle".

At the beginning, there is such a sentence: "Thanks to Joseph, the son of God who was born in chaos, he personally ended the age of darkness and chaos, and brought the long-awaited peace to mankind."

He turned a page and saw his own portrait, smiling brightly, wearing the polished armor that looked extraordinarily strong and heroic, with his intact left foot, stepping on the corpse of the dead dragon, with his back straight.

In the book, it is written about a hero who saved the people from the fire and water.

Tall and mighty, smart and brave, he has saved his hometown countless times, led the army to defeat wave after wave of monsters, and finally slaughtered the dragon.

Perhaps the meeting was triggered by the huge battles in the text, he put on the silver armor silently, closed his eyes and felt the weight of it attached to the human body, and then it was quickly taken off again.

He read the book again, and said a few words softly, "This is not true."

The publication of "New Year" caused a sensation.

The end of the age of the brave is almost unknown except for the small town where he lives, because all the soldiers sent from various places died, making them think that this time it was a complete defeat.

But then came The New Year.

He quickly changed from a hero in the small town to a hero of mankind.

But his head became lower.

He was specially awarded a military rank by the military officer who used to be in the army, and the awarding ceremony was performed by important officials directly appointed by the central government.

For this time, the town has made preparations for a long time in advance. The most famous rum here has been fragrant for a few days during this period, and they have started cellars to prepare for this carnival after the award.

His hut, for this reason, regained the popularity it had when he first woke up.

The mayor exhorted him excitedly and embarrassingly, "Mr. Joseph, this award is inseparable from the honor of the town. I hope you can understand and cooperate actively... You... don't want people to be disappointed, do you?"

He didn't look up, and he didn't say anything, but the mayor felt that he had acquiesced, so he left satisfied.

He found a eloquent and personable bard for Joseph to teach him how to sit on a chair effortlessly and gracefully to show noble conversation and etiquette.

They wanted him to look like the sane, dashing hero in the New Year illustration.

He still doesn't speak.

But the townspeople have long been accustomed to his strange reticence, and the poet thought that he would not refuse his request, so he left in peace.

But...it's not true...

He is not a dragon-slaying warrior, and even the person pictured as Joseph in "New Chronicle" is not him at all...

This fake history actually needs him to use a fake performance in exchange for false glory...

He had insomnia that day.

He was lying on the bed, thinking about the blood that splashed out when the long sword pierced the dragon's neck, he was actually thinking that he should hold the soldier's hand, before he draws the sword...