I Became the Villain of a Romance Fantasy - Chapter 136



136 – advance(4)

Warrior.

It is a word used elsewhere to refer to a person who is needed to defeat the demon king or an agent of God, but usually only one person is referred to as a hero in this world.

The first emperor who descended from a god into a human being, drove out the foreign gods, and built this huge empire with all the humans in the world. That’s Altair.

The Goddess Altair did not make a hero by giving strength to someone else, but he himself descended with the holy relics and descended to this land to become a hero and a hero of the people. So, Hero is a title that only refers to Altair.

After her, no emperor had ever used the title of warrior.

Should we call it a kind of sacrosanct realm? It was a nickname given to God, so only Altair had it, and it has always been that way.

Until now she tells me

“What did you just say…”

[You are my hero.]

what did i hear

Of course, being a hero is only a nickname or a title, so if the hero himself wants to pass it on to someone else, there’s nothing to say. The problem is that it is me who receives it.

If you’re a member of the imperial family that handles divine power, you might not know, but I’m a complete outsider.

Why am I a warrior because I have no connection with Altair?

Well, if Altair, the deity above the Emperor of all people, said that, it would be so, but I still couldn’t understand it. Because I was Damien Krause.

Elena’s villain and enemy in the novel. That I’m a warrior is a role that doesn’t fit the role at all. Even if you look only at the talent for nothing right now, there were Noel and Reinhardt, and above all, the main character, Elena, why do you call me a warrior?

When I looked at her with a face that I couldn’t understand, she said this to me with a face of course.

[Because that’s you.]

“What… are you talking about?”

[It’s literally. You are a hero only because you are. Grab the sword.]

The moment her sky-blue eyes looked at me, I knew it wasn’t Demian she was looking at.

The existence behind the role of Damian Krause. She was looking at me, not Damian.

Altair knows who I am.

The moment I realized that, a lot of questions popped into my mouth, but I had to keep my mouth shut.

Although it is an imperfect advent called Kangshin, it is the advent of God. It is impossible for a being in the sky to remain in this world forever. Even if that wasn’t the case, Altair was no longer reluctant to use his power.

When I didn’t seem to want to grab the sword, she forced me to shut up with the power of her divinity and urged me to grab the sword.

[There is not much time left. Grab your sword.]

“…I’m not done with my questions yet.”

Pressure stronger than before.

Unlike before, it was difficult to release the pressure on the body, probably because I exercised my strength in earnest. But still. It’s still fine. Altair had no intention of harming me, and that fact left me room for resistance.

The pressure exerted on me in earnest was truly overwhelming.

No matter how hard I tried, as if I was carrying a large mountain, my legs were staggering as if they were about to be knocked over at any moment. But even so, I was still standing.

“Do you know about me?”

[There is no time. Grab the sword.]

“Why am I here?”

[Now.. really.. no. Please hold the sword.]

“Answer me.”

A voice that sounds like a plea, unlike before.

However, the force exerted on me became stronger as it got stronger, not weaker. Even so, he tells me to hold the sword until the end. I don’t know why she keeps asking me to hold the sword, but I kept asking her questions.

It may be something I would not have done in the original me. Because the questions I had were things that could be buried at any time if I wanted to ask them. If he wanted to know, he might have grabbed his sword and continued the conversation as Altair wanted.

But why do you not want to follow that word?

I don’t know why either.

For some reason, I was just reluctant to touch the holy sword.

I don’t know the real language…

This was the first time I knew that I was such a fickle person. Until recently, I was strangely attracted to the holy sword, but now, on the contrary, I was reluctant to hold the sword.

“Ugh…!”

I mean, that was the end, and at the end of it, an irresistible force forced me to shut my mouth. Any further resistance was pointless. The force exerted on me was beyond my limits and she said as she moved me with a grim face.

[I didn’t mean to force it like this. I’ll apologize later.]

Just as Altair wanted, my body was gradually approaching the holy sword. At the same time, the Holy Sword begins to respond to me. It sounded like a sword ring full of joy as if it had met its owner after a long time.

Hearing the holy sword might hurt me, but I didn’t have the slightest desire to catch him despite his reaction. It wasn’t disgust. just reluctant I don’t know if this thought was my will, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.

Because it seemed like someone was warning me.

Someone very familiar with it.

Anyway, there was nothing more I could do.

The sword and my hand were close to the point of touching, and even so, I couldn’t move my hand.

I thought I would become a hero without moving like that, but just before the sword came out and touched me. A strange thing happened.

Uh-

[That’s…!!]

The necklace, which had been quietly sitting on my chest until now, suddenly rose into the air, emitting pure white light.

The necklace floated into the air, emitting light, and as soon as it came out of my clothes, it lit up the world white as if it had exploded with a flash grenade. As the light covered my entire body, I felt the pressure on my body weaken.

Unprecedented power permeates into my body along with the light.

It was a force I had never felt before. The power that made him transcend his own limits, which he felt when he saved Noel just once in the hunting competition the previous day. Now it was oozing out of the necklace Elena had given her.

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My consciousness began to blur as I confirmed that it was slowly moving inside and starting to blend in with me. I tried to keep my eyes wide open somehow, but I couldn’t get any strength in my whole body, probably because I had already used my strength to overcome Altair’s coercion.

[Elena!! Such a cowardly number…]

In my clouded mind, I closed my eyes as I watched her cry out for someone.

***

“Who is calling whom cowardly…”

Pushing back her white hair that glistened in the moonlight, Elena muttered very quietly.

It’s not fair to say that you were the first to touch someone else’s, and then call it cowardly.

Could it be that she didn’t know that Altair would move? As long as Damian entered Luden, no. As long as she was in this world, it was an established fact that she would try to contact Damian, so Elena was preparing in her own way.

It has become a fact that no longer exists, but he was the owner of the holy sword in name and reality.

That’s why he handed over his holy relic to Damian in advance to prepare for him. No matter how much Altair is the main deity, he would not be able to interfere even if he tried to interfere with the body that was deeply imbued with the holy spirit.

It would be inevitable to reveal this power to him in the process, but it is better than leaving traces of Altair on his body. The best option would be to block any opportunity for her to intervene.

“Sigh…”

After the work was done, Elena felt that she was not at ease.

Even if it was a fact that he would know someday, it was true that he wasn’t ready to bring it up yet. It’s not that difficult to manipulate memories, but it was right to tell the truth if he wanted to, so I didn’t think of intervening further using the holy relic here.

There are too many stories to bring up in order to explain foreign media, past lives, and regression. How will he react after hearing the story? Might it be different from now? That was what Elena feared most.

Even though I was trembling with fear, the trembling in my body gradually subsided when I thought of the time I had spent with him. It was because the time and emotions she shared with him were not lies.

It was only then that Elena felt at ease.

I gathered my emotions again and focused on my original work.

I made Altair step down once, but I had to think about defense after that. The purpose of the sacred object given to Damian was to protect him, but it also had a function to make him escape from Altair’s gaze, so it was necessary to find out why this problem occurred.

After thinking about it carefully, I realized that the holy object that I had first interacted with was the holy sword.

Is it because it remembers the owner? The sensitivity of the holy sword was higher than expected, so it seems that Altair was able to recognize Damian.

“It’s a holy sword…”

Since she had instilled her divinity into him, it wouldn’t happen that she was attracted to it like this time, but Elena recalled the past and remembered the way he wielded the holy sword in her mind. I drew it.

The image of him wielding a holy sword and running across the battlefield with golden swordsmanship is still vivid even after time has passed.

The holy sword was one of the best swords among his weapons, which he used to handle many new recruits, so he was often another weapon, and to Elena, Damian handling the holy sword was familiar.

Recalling such an image, it wasn’t that Altair’s words to Damian didn’t make sense at all. He who held the holy sword was truly a warrior of salvation.

He was undoubtedly a man worthy of the word warrior, to the extent that he was able to level the scales tilted due to regression.

Elena, who had been thinking about the past for a while, opened her eyes again and looked at another sacred object in her hand with a faint smile and said,

“As expected, the next sacred object would be a holy sword.”

Shouldn’t he be given a new holy sword to take responsibility for taking away the chance to become the owner of the holy sword? Not Altair’s, but his own.

It doesn’t sound like a bad idea, so Elena smiled into the air and looked at the holy relic in her hand.

“Then, I wonder if this isn’t enough…”

The crystal skull in her hand was a size that could not be said to be very large. Even if he made a sword out of that material, he wondered if one small dagger would be the maximum.

However, in the first place, a sacred object is made by forging the divinity of a god.

Outward size didn’t matter. What’s inside is what’s important. Of course, the power contained in the holy relic in her hand was far beyond the divinity of ordinary deities, but in Elena’s eyes, even that was considered insufficient.

There was no shortage of swords to give him.

Elena asked the one who brought it to her.

“I think I need more holy relics.”

When she spoke so briefly, the one who had been quietly kneeling and lowering his head until now bowed his head once more to answer her question.

“I will do as you command.”

With a very ecstatic expression on his face, the being called the pagan archbishop disappeared into the darkness.