I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist - I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist chapter 126

126. Leap and Preparation (3)

“Why did you keep me alive?”

Today, in the camps of the Holy Kingdom, there were rare screams. It looks like it was cleaned up, but the stain on the wall remained as it could not be done. The bloody water seeps into the rock as if it had been one with the rock from the beginning and shimmers with the shadow.

“That is purely the will of the hero. I don’t know. I have no intention of getting involved in your life or death. Of course, if even one person died because of you, I think the hero would have relentlessly agreed to kill you.”

Bishop Andre shot a cold gaze at the homunculus sitting on the floor, bound by the holy relic. Natalie was back in the form of a black-haired girl.

“Tell me what orders you received.”

“You can’t find out anything from me. Even if tortured. I will never blow the information you want to hear.”

The homunculus was smart. Not a fool equipped with sheer brute force, but much more difficult to deal with. The bishop shook his head. torture. It was dismissed because the hero would not want it. It is a monster that originally took the form of a girl. He had no qualms about torture.

“That’s it. I have nothing to ask of you.”

Bishop Andrew answered and rose from his seat. Natalie looked up at the rising bishop, puzzled. It is meaningless to ask a question that does not yield an answer even if you ask it. It wasn’t an immediate threat, so the bishop decided not to put his energy into it. This is not the time to hang on.

“There are people who care about you. Let me see your face for a moment.”

The bishop raised Natalie from her seat. Natalie looked down at the noose tying her wrists. It was a noose made of old rope that seemed like it would tear with just a little force. But for some reason, I felt like I shouldn’t tear it up.

“What do you mean, people who care about me?”

Bishop Andre moved on, ignoring Natalie’s question. Like a snoring cattle, Natalie obediently followed the bishop. While going through the long underground corridors, Natalie fantasized about killing him and escaping. can i kill What if you kill this person and run away? Should I move again according to the input in my head? Would you like to contact me again? Shall I tell you what to do? no, in the first place.

“You’d better not think about undoing that noose.”

… can you kill that?

Bishop Andre’s gaze cut through Natalie’s like a blade. A chill seeped deep into Natalie’s lungs, choking her breath. Surprise is useless. That person had the ability to decapitate when the surprise attacker thought the surprise attack was successful.

“Don’t even think of rebelling. I don’t want you to make excuses to the warrior.”

At the Bishop’s voice, Natalie put aside the idea of escaping. The hallway was long. And Natalie was no different than an arrow she had shot. Whether it hits or misses, the shot arrow cannot look back. The shooter couldn’t just look at the flesh that had come out and tell him to go this way or that way. So after the flesh was shot, I didn’t know where to go.

“This way.”

The bishop said to Natalie, who stood blankly at the fork in the road. There were stairs going up the narrow passage. The Bishop put his foot on the first step of the stairs and looked at Natalie. An eye-piercing white light, different from the dim light of the underground, was waiting at the end.

“He said he wanted to see your face and talk to you. I could have just pretended not to know, but I passed the interrogation and even wrote a statement. It must have been a friendship of at most two months.”

Natalie blinked. What the bishop was saying didn’t make it into her head.

“You should look at their faces and talk to them.”

In the room Natalie entered, Eugene and Cora were sitting frozen at their desks, waiting for her. When the two saw Natalie’s usual expression, they greeted her with a half-relieved, half-absurd expression.

“How come you look normal even after going through such a thing?”

“Where did you get hurt? It suddenly disappears and makes people worry.”

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The words of Eugene and Cora respectively. Natalie just looked at the two of them in bewilderment.

“… Why the hell are you here?”

“Are you saying that? You have to pay the price for disappearing without telling us.”

Yujin, whose mouth was protruding from the drain, said that and put her hand on the desk.

“Now, tell me what happened. Except for anything I don’t want to say, only approximate.”

There’s no way they did this to get information from the Holy Land. It doesn’t seem like the two of them have any use for that information. But Natalie didn’t start talking easily. Eugene and Cora waited patiently for Natalie.

“… .”

And looking at them like that, Bishop Andre quietly left the interrogation room. I heard Natalie’s voice carefully speaking from behind.

—

“I thought you cut off your tail well and ran away.”

As the Pope read the report, his voice was a mixture of admiration and disgust, disgust and sigh. It was early afternoon. The long day was still casting bright sunlight over the Pope’s chambers.

“It’s about to reach their bulbous roots.”

“It was exhausting. But as I pulled it without cutting the hair roots, it showed me the way to go deeper. A few people who shouldn’t have died were sacrificed.”

Bishop Andrew shook his head in pity. During the years of the pursuit, the number of Heretic Questioners decreased considerably. Those who remained were those who did not seek the reason and meaning of death. The Heretic Questioners did not seek the convenience of the dead, but they did not consider transporting them cumbersome. This is because death was not considered a big deal.

“… If it’s something that touches their bodies, they’ll be happy.”

“Have you recovered the body well? There must have been more people to keep in the basement of the church.”

The pope’s words were dry and bitter. As much as the coffins piled up, the number of cigarettes the two smoked increased.

“The raid from Kairos Kingdom… . We cannot conclude that they have failed. Their purpose was not to kill the hero or destroy the mage tower.”

The bishop extinguished the cigarette by rubbing it in the ashtray. Cigarette smoke lingered in his exhaled breath.

“okay. Those madmen really seemed to think that the Hero or the Mage Tower had nothing to do with it. It would be enough if I could just bring disaster to this land.”

“I don’t know why they are so obsessed with destruction. Judging from their actions, it seemed that they simply did not think that destruction was the end.”

The pope’s face was pensive. The movement of the world was unusual. There must have been another reason why the previously shackled demon worshipers suddenly lifted their veils and acted as if they didn’t care if they were all exposed, but the pope and the bishops had no clue about him.

“The more you do, the more grateful you become. To think of capturing him alive in such dizzying circumstances.”

“… Well, it doesn’t seem like the hero kept him alive with that particular intention.”

What is the importance of intent? The pope swallowed a sigh of relief and picked up another cigarette.

“I wonder if it must have been this frustrating not knowing the news of the hero. Isis locked the door and told me not to leave the door.”

“It’s not like I’ve been supervised. Because I believe in that child and the hero. You asked for time, so I’m just following the request. Of course, we must not neglect the monitoring of disasters and evil spirit worshipers.”

Conversation was interrupted. The room was filled with the pope puffing and puffing smoke. The pope tossed his half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray and opened his mouth again.

“Continue the chase. They’re much bigger than we expected. You have to let go of the idea of a blowout and focus only on the movement. It means that it may not be an opponent that can be dealt with only by the power of the Holy Kingdom. We may have to recognize it as a threat equal to a catastrophe.”

The pope glanced at the bishop. The bishop sipped his coffee as if he didn’t know anything.

“I’m telling you not to do crazy things again by yourself. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes. All right.”

Are you listening to yourself properly? The pope sighed proudly at Bishop Andre, smoothing out his growing wrinkles.

“Are the homunculus restraints operating well?”

“You don’t have to worry, you’re taking good care of it. It is currently impossible for her to break the restraints.”

Bishop Andrew’s eyes shone.

“If you try to contact the outside or release the restraints, we should be thankful. I don’t think that monster is that stupid. also… .”

The Bishop remembered Natalie’s expression when she was dealing with her classmates. If it helped defeat the enemy, there was no reason to reject it.

“I don’t think I’ll try to solve it.”

“If you are, then so be it. I will stop asking.”

The pope cut off his words neatly. I wasn’t the type to buy and worry about things I didn’t have to do.

“So, where is the hero now? I know you haven’t moved to the Holy Land.”

“We have contracted not to divulge the exact location. What you told me was to show the greatest possible consideration to the monarch of a country. I’m curious, but there’s no way I can tell you.”

Bishop Andrew immediately gave up. If you asked that much, the hero expressed his intention that he never wanted to be disturbed.

“Where are you going?”

“You have to keep pulling at the roots. You have to pull it when the bite comes.”

It wouldn’t be too hasty. The pope was about to say that to Bishop Andrew, but stopped. There was a limit to what the Pope, who had never been to the site in the first place, could order. The work of burying blood is to be left to the person who has been tainted with blood. The Pope was not ignorant.

“It would be fortunate if the disaster was over.”

If not, I didn’t want to think much about what awaited me after that.

—

Every time he gripped the sword, the feeling of the hilt touching his hand was unfamiliar. It’s not like it’s a new grip. Like a person holding a sword for the first time and wielding it for the first time, it feels as if unknown sensations arise in the palm of his hand.

“The third stage of opening is not simply a matter of dealing with power.”

The Holy Sword, who was sitting next to me, said so. I couldn’t properly cut down one scarecrow and was still at a loss. The scarecrow continued to exist on top of my sword. My sword kept twisting, and as soon as I cut it, the scarecrow was restored.

“You must have already realized that you have crossed the realm of power.”

The reason why the Holy Sword did not present the conditions for the third opening was simple. There were no conditions convenient for the power to cut the stars and destroy the world.

“There is no other way than to get there yourself.”

Again, the sword is lowered. This time, the scarecrow was on top of the sword. I didn’t feel any physical fatigue, but I sighed as I thrust my sword into the ground. For a while, I needed to change my perspective. After looking into the scarecrow’s cross-section for a while, the holy sword approached in front of me.

“Illroy.”

I raised my head at the sound of the holy sword calling. The Holy Sword made a hesitant expression.

“What is it?”

“Would you like to die to me once?”

what is this all of a sudden

Unlike me with an absurd expression, the holy sword’s eyes were serious. I trembled as I looked at the fingertips of the holy sword that was heading for the hilt of the sword at my waist.

“I will cut you once.”

I had a feeling that something was definitely wrong.