I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist - I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist chapter 130

130. I didn’t even step on an earthworm, but the snake squirmed (3)

Feathery clouds flowed like a river in the sky the day after the rain. The sun, approaching the boundary between spring and summer, heated the ground, but people felt strangely cool. Cattle shuddered at the smell of the unknown wind. The dog rolled up its tail and hid, and the rooster did not crow in the morning.

As Daphne looked out the window anxiously, she heard a half-submerged voice in her ears. All night and three days tea. The corners of Nella’s eyes were sunken, creating black shadows. The pile of papers Nella was holding was evidence of an all-nighter. The papers with complex calculations and magic circles were swaying as pale as Nella’s face.

“The problem is that, if there is even the slightest error, everything becomes a joke.”

A few sheets of paper fell to the ground with a flutter, but Nella didn’t even look at them. It seemed like he was trying to ignore it for now, even though he knew he would have to pick it up later.

“That’s why you have to deploy magic on an incredibly large scale with even more ridiculously accurate calculations. The opportunity given is only once, and the supply of magical power is also very dangerous.”

Nella nervously put down the pile of papers and grabbed a coffee cup. Seeing her reflection in the black shimmering surface of the water, Nella frowned.

“I don’t even have a chance to practice. It took more than three days just to prepare for the magic operation. Meanwhile… .”

Nella gulped down her coffee. A bitter taste trickled down Nella’s tongue and down her esophagus. Nella let out a long, satisfied sigh like an addict before continuing.

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“The monster is roaming around annoyingly again. What’s happening? I remember that I didn’t fight this kind of battle with disaster in the first place. I just had to focus on one thing.”

“Iknow, right. This time, it seems that he really decided to destroy mankind.”

Contrary to Nella’s full displeasure, Daphne was indifferent. Nella seemed to understand now that it was trying to hide her true feelings.

“Shouldn’t I be visiting Illroy soon? Waiting until the last minute can cause unmanageable damage. You don’t know when the monsters will attack you, and you don’t have perfect preparations for comets either.”

Wouldn’t you understand that much, Nella worked hard to convince Daphne. Daphne, as always, shook her head and dismissed Nella’s proposal.

“no. It’s not like it happened right away. We have to wait until the end.”

“That was the answer last time too.”

“Good for you. That will be the answer in the future. If you remember that, you won’t have to ask any more questions.”

Daphne said that, staring out the window. In the midst of pouring sunlight, there were fewer people than usual on the roadside. The footsteps of the guards patrolling the roadside were stiff.

“… When I asked why I couldn’t see people like that, there were no adventurers.”

Nella murmured as they stared out the window at Daphne’s side. Daphne nodded as if bewitched by those words. Access to the royal capital began to be strictly controlled except in very few cases. The adventurers who realized that the monster’s movements were becoming strange accepted it despite their dissatisfaction.

Those who became reckless due to their overconfidence went out of the castle and became unwelcome guests. The body was not even recovered. Because trying to find them could have put the search party at risk. The deaths of the adventurers who violated the regulations were classified as missing forever without being confirmed, and they were put on the list of searches that might be carried out at any time.

“… It is said that all entry is prohibited except for the regular evacuation that is said to be once a week, right? There must have been a lot of backlash from adventurers. Jobs are suddenly disappearing.”

They are people who live day by day. Not a very small number would rebel, but in the end the principle was the same. Adventurers who were in a position to worry about tomorrow’s food immediately protested against the royal family’s choice. Some of them tumbled into the back alleys, while many of them were taken away by the guards and disappeared into the dungeon after openly committing transgressions.

“Even though a large number of regular evacuation escorts were selected as adventurers, only those who met the qualifications were sent out. The remaining adventurers are left behind. Well, they said they were recruiting adventurers to form a temporary garrison. There are no qualifications for that, but how much will you participate right now?”

“I am anxious. In many ways.”

A shout came from the alley. It was a common sound these days. Nella rolled her eyes in the direction of the glance, then returned to normal. Either someone else got caught stealing something, or two sensitive adventurers got into a fight.

“There are a lot of smugglers. It seems that even in the capital these days, there are people who sometimes run out into the streets asking for an end. It was very exciting without even a hero.”

Of course, those who cried out for the end disappeared as if evaporating the next day. There were only rumors that people dressed in black suddenly appeared from somewhere and dragged them away.

“Thanks to that, I didn’t expect to see the Heretic Questioners at work. Who knew there were so many apocalypse worshipers hiding in the capital?”

Wait, then, it was the presence of the approaching disaster and the absence of the hero that brought out the demon worshipers and doomsday worshipers who are now being arrested. No way, Illroy may have intended that and went into hiding. Nella shook her head as she scraped the chicken meat from her arms with her fingernails.

“Georg and Marianne haven’t been back here for days.”

“It’s when we’re putting all our energy into strengthening the defense.”

An awkward silence followed. After the small talk, the two naturally picked up the paper. The sound of crunching and writing new formulas on top of formulas was the only sound that filled the space.

“But what happens after the comet is contained in that large barrier? Well, as long as the barrier is maintained, there won’t be a chance that the comet will suddenly come out of the barrier and crash into the ground, but to replenish its magical power, ten 3rd class wizards will have to die every day.”

Nella spread all her fingers. Of course, it takes much less magic to maintain magic than to activate it, but when it comes to a super-large barrier, the amount of magic required to maintain it is not negligible.

“Isn’t there a way to destroy the comet after it’s contained?”

“Puha. Well, you can turn it into powder. But if that was possible, there wouldn’t have been a need for barriers in the first place. Just shoot down the flying comet and that’s it.”

Nella let out a big laugh, and Daphne sighed knowingly.

“Laura… , A person with the amount of magic power equivalent to the owner of the tower would stick to the barrier and let mana flow all day long. If the supply is cut off even for a moment, the world goes boom. is going to perish Otherwise, there is no way to solve it even if the comet is contained.”

Well, as a result, you will live as a slave to the barrier, but it will be better than the world perishing. Nella thought about that and shrugged her shoulders.

“There might be a way.”

And Daphne answered with a surprisingly sincere voice. Nella turned her head to Daphne, frowning. Daphne’s purple eyes were burning with will. An ominous expression of will. Nella studied Daphne’s face intently, then put the pen down.

“Hey, you can’t… .”

Udangtang.

At that time, the door to the laboratory opened as if collapsing with a sudden roar. Their heads turned at the same time, and a sweaty soldier stood by the door panting.

“A big thing happened. I think you should both come to the wall.”

Daphne and Nella exchanged glances for a moment, and the two wizards got up without saying anything first.

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Sometimes the imagination led me to terrifying and alien sights. The only thing he could see was the sky and the ground plastered in pure white like an isolation camp, so his imagination became more specific. Ruins of ruined castles and cities rose above the empty land, and the corpses of people and monsters left stains on the wreckage like scattered paint. I remembered the image of holding hands that were cold. My numb fingers crumbled in my hands.

“… .”

The delusion spreads as it spreads, but does not erase it. I let the scenery stay there. The first time it flickered in front of my eyes, I thought I had to go back. Familiar arms and faces glimpsed through the rubble kept grabbing my shoulders and stopping me. Come back, their voices begged. At that time, I resisted the temptation to escape from the world of images.

“I trust you.”

So, I had to believe. I hope they can survive without me. That I won’t make the same mistakes I did during the fog. If you don’t call me, you don’t call me because you don’t really need me.

“And I will live up to your faith.”

Rather than trying to erase that, I had to swing my sword one more time using the delusion as the driving force. The body was wriggling unsightly. He felt the touch of the sword through the torn flesh of his palm. The skin was rubbed and a burning pain came. I did not deny the pain of the body. Thoughts and insights that are not delusions become sharper in the midst of the pouring load and pain.

hook.

swung the sword The mirages dispersed for a while, then regrouped. Swinging the sword stayed at a certain speed and rhythm. Slashing At once, everyone had different thoughts. One slash with proper thought process was far better than 10,000 random strikes. 10,000 sword strikes without thinking were not 10,000 sword strikes, but 10,000 arm movements.

habit.

As I wielded my sword, I began to review and redefine the ‘Illroy’ habits that were ingrained in my body. The point that the strength of the stepping foot is not properly firm, the timing when the shoulder opens and closes. Communication and unity between body and sword. Are you properly resting your wrists when holding the sword? Whether the body’s potential and flexibility are open. Even so, when he strikes the sword, does it draw an unchanging trajectory?

“… again.”

Adjusted. It was not an easy task to repair the body from the very beginning. I changed my posture as I believed it was right. I swung my sword until I got used to the slightly changed posture. Correction, correction again. So that the body does not become an obstacle to swinging the sword for one purpose. So that only the movement of the sword can be felt in one slash. I swung my sword.

“I can’t anymore.”

When he felt that his body had reached its limits, he plunged his sword into the ground. It’s probably a broken shoulder joint. It became a signal and the image space healed my body. Accidents did not stop even while the subordinates disappeared. What and how can I cut the stars?

“… ?”

Then, my gaze suddenly reached the sword stuck in the ground. After staring at the sword for a while, I pulled out the sword as if possessed and aimed it at the air again.

“… okay. Even that was a process.”

I laughed miserably. Everything I’ve ever done has become stupid. I recalled the sensation I felt from the sword of the Holy Sword at that time. Extremely pure, extremely simple, yet truly terrifying. I put my hand on the blade. The tip of my finger met the point of the knife and cut it. Blood flowed down the blade, and I muttered as I looked at the bright red drops of blood.

“It was the same whether you cut down the scarecrow or the stars.”

got the sword The bloody hand grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled it out. I couldn’t feel the weight of the sword in my right hand. And, I turned my back after a very long time.

A scarecrow was standing there, waiting for me.