It’s a Magic Sword, but the Hero Is Obsessed With It - It’s a Magic Sword, but the Hero Is Obsessed With It chapter 178

178. But who’s a pig and who’s a human,

“Whoops!”

Fortunately, her divine power is enough to revive any severely injured person as long as she doesn’t really die.

She was ripped off with an unrealistic face. The top owner, who was touching the restored meat, immediately turned her gaze to Cream. And she freaked out as if she had seen a monster.

“Hey! Yo, yo yo yo yo hero…”

Why are you so surprised? It’s not like we inflicted terrible pain on the merchants or turned the attackers into minced meat, it’s just unfair.

“Hero, how do you get the power of darkness…?”

[Well, in a world like these days, how can you live by digging only one well?]

I smirked. Yeah, ‘how’ doesn’t matter at all. The only thing that matters is whether or not it’s possible.

Quite a bit of time has passed since Cream served me, but her gods neither punished her nor took away her heroic power. She even sent her star maiden down to help her on that journey.

Well, it’s clear that she doesn’t like me, like the saintess of the former star that popped out of nowhere this time, or the last time she tried to kill me with her divine protection in the duel in the Great War.

In other words, even though the warrior breaks the rules and taboos like breathing, in the end, that level of restraint is the limit. No matter how much the influence that God can have on earth has diminished. Huh, true.

[Come to think of it, holy sword.]

[My name is Aries.]

[Yes, Ares. Hasn’t the blessing given to the hero decreased a little lately?]

The protection that is always maintained, such as the protection of cleanliness, is still exerting its power, but the protection of the mansin, which Cream wants or in a crisis situation, has been quiet for a while.

However, before the holy sword could say anything, Choco, who had been listening to the story from the side, intervened.

“Isn’t it just because there is no crisis to grant blessings?”

There is a possibility…! Cream’s most recent crisis was that she fell into the trap of the Dark Church. At that time, because the influence of the gods was blocked, the divine protection itself was incapacitated.

I suddenly realized, but I am really incompetent in the subject of God. Well, if the gods were just a little more competent, I would have become a handful of molten iron, so it’s fortunate for me.

[That’s not true. Mansin’s protection is not only bestowed when a hero is in danger. Rather, blessings are generally granted when a hero requests it.]

The Holy Sword’s words pointed to a part I hadn’t thought of. As I said.

[The reason why the protection doesn’t come down is because the hero doesn’t pray to the gods…]

It is not simply a ceremony of kneeling down and putting both hands together, but the meaning of how much one has offered one’s life to God. Countless priests throw themselves into the thorny field of asceticism today in order to grow their faith.

However, despite being endowed with enormous divine power befitting his hero, Cream did not dedicate a single part of his life to God.

[Well, thanks to that, I won’t be interfered with. Isn’t that a good thing?]

Unlike their glorified names of saints and relics, chocolate and muffins are not very sincere. Rather, their way of thinking is closer to mine, just living life as it pleases.

That was also the reason Aries floated alone among us like water and oil. Her good-natured and altruistic personality doesn’t suit our group.

What suits us is moderate insensitivity. It is a flexible way of thinking that does not attach much meaning to the concept of good and evil itself.

“Yo, how could a hero…”

[I’ll tell you because I don’t think I can grasp the situation yet.]

That way even the annoying guy can be beaten without remorse.

[We are warriors, but we are also slavers?]

This is really funny and bizarre. Even though it’s the same person, the same person, that value judgment is determined by my name, not my own actions.

Sangdanju, who did not feel a sense of reality when he saw what the warrior had done, was quickly frightened when he put up the name of a slave trader. I said with a smirk at the hardened expression.

[I’ll admit to having the guts to try and sell us out. However, what happened to the slave traders who failed to ‘sell’ their business partners instead of being ordinary people… Do you know?]

The highest punishment that can be inflicted on a merchant is to become a commodity himself.

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“Ouch, ooh… It’s too hard. Please take a little rest…”

Of course, I wasn’t heartless enough to sell someone into slavery just because I made a few mistakes. Besides, the imperial law wasn’t all that easy either.

I don’t know if it’s the Robbins area where the influence of the ice firm comes in, but suddenly this guy is a slave in an alien empire! It meant that it was impossible to sell it.

[Who said it in human language?]

“Ku, honey…”

In that sense, Sangsanju was experiencing a one-day slavery with the mindset of atonement. Of course, he didn’t ask him for his opinion, but it was clear that he liked it too, seeing as he shed tears of emotion.

Well, maybe I actually found my vocation? Sangsanju looked more like a pig than Sangsanju, both in appearance and personality. Just as I was about to seriously recommend a change of course to him, the carriage came to a halt.

“Hey, hey, hehehe…”

Cream peeked his head out the window and saw that the top lord had finally exhausted himself and collapsed. Cream stepped outside and poked the guy’s thick flesh with the tip of his knife.

However, he was just wriggling like a bug, and he couldn’t get up properly. Seeing him do that even in front of his sword, he must have been really exhausted.

Well, considering that soft body that hadn’t been trained in the slightest, it was unavoidable. What I endured so far was actually close to a miracle created by my desire to live.

[Burn.]

“Really! Very! He! Master! Line! Know!”

[No, what if I don’t have a hand? So, are you going to make the master who can’t live like that die?]

While grumbling, Choco abruptly picked up the top bar that had been scattered on the floor and roughly threw it into the coachman’s seat. The body of the new body has been so wet for the past few days, just looking at the outside, it’s just a corpse level.

Though he acted like that, what I asked the lord of the upper house was not as big a deal as I thought. To pull a carriage instead of a horse.

Reasonably, there’s no way a normal human being can pull a carriage, not a superhuman. Even if he could yield a hundred times to pull the carriage, it would not be faster than a horse.

Rather, in order for that pig to be able to pull the wagon, Cream had to bless his horses and even lighten the wagon with a magic formula. Even so, the time to pull the wagon was limited to 30 minutes a day.

An act purely to harass the opponent.

“Is it fun?”

[Of course.]

What bothers the rest of the party? It was kind of a feeling. The attitude of a bystander who has no intention of participating in my actions, but on the contrary, has no intention of stopping me.

Because we are black alone among these gray molecules, it was reasonable if it was appropriate for us to become black as well. Because it is always the loudest voices who gain the upper hand in silence.

But Cream was in a rather unique position. She held the initiative of her party, but instead of leading the others as usual, she simply stood back and watched. And then.

“Why is it interesting?”

To ask such a question innocently like a child and innocently like an idiot.

[Um, why….]

And, like most questions from such a child, those were difficult to answer in many ways. Why is the sky blue?

Someone will talk about the sociality of a language that has decided to call the sky sky blue, and someone else will talk about the scattering of light and the laws of science, but fortunately I had a much better answer.

[Just.]

“Just?”

[Fun is fun in itself. Do you have to add a reason, why is there anything that explains why this is interesting? I just do it because I like it and I want to do it.]

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“Hey.”

Cream sympathizes with my actions in many ways, but that’s only because I am the subject of the action, and he couldn’t understand the motive behind my playful actions.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sorry, but it didn’t really matter that much. Anyway, as long as you don’t put the brakes on my actions, everything is okay.

[Why do wolves attack sheep, and why do eagles eat chicks…? Nobody asks why for such obvious things, right? I am too. If you want to talk about the cause, you can do it, but it’s not necessary.]

Because of the climate, this area has a lot of grass that feeds sheep, making it a good place for sheep to live. No one cares about these stories.

No matter what reason you bring, in the end, the conclusion remains that wolves eat sheep, and you have to hunt wolves to protect sheep. Well, it’s really creamy in that respect.

A warrior who chose a demonic sword instead of a holy sword. A shepherd who listens to the wolf.

[I have to live my life, right?]

[He has a knack for saying that he is trash deep down in his bones.]

[Thanks for the compliment.]

Well, in the end, according to the Holy Sword’s instructions, this also meant that I was evil by nature, and that I was a piece of trash who gave pain and destruction to others as I please, with no reason to say so.

Yeah, it’s a bit self-reflective after arranging them like this. But it wasn’t justifying his actions. Because I didn’t even have to.

“Look over there!”

What idiot would mess up his toy box and apologize to his toys?

At Choco’s cry, we stopped talking and looked forward.

The road of the Empire, painted with black paint of death, was slowly showing its end. The nearest city to the Empire, our first destination, Arkhan came into view.