The Hero Party With Whom I Am About To Part Ways Is Obsessed With Me - The Hero Party With Whom I Am About To Part Ways Is Obsessed With Me chapter 188

188 – reverse-7

Naturally, no meaningful information emerged.

She said that Celia entered this room before I left the capital. Unless it was a Farseer, there was no way someone who could express her emotions as clearly as Celia could fool me for that long.

All I could see here was Celia’s past, no matter how hard I looked.

What kind of nun she was and what kind of life she lived.

“Ah, you’re still here! I brought you the roster.”

“thank you.”

As I lost my thoughts, one of the nuns approached me and handed me some papers.

′′ you worked hard.”

It wasn’t just a name and age. The paper the nun handed to them had a map of where they had to go to get to their homes and where they worked.

“Did you find something?”

“…no.”

I did find something.

In the old diary, which was tucked away in the corner, there were writings she had written alone, or exchanged with someone.

Maybe it was a goddess. It wasn’t that surprising. I thought that if it were a saint, there would be a way to contact God even if it wasn’t necessary.

The content was not light. I could see how distressed the goddess was when she saw me, how desperately she was sending a message that would never reach me.

Maybe it was, I thought. Considering the appearance and attitude of the first goddess I met, I didn’t think she would laugh at me at the same time.

Losing consciousness due to excessive shock was an unexpected event.

And, behind it, Celia’s answer was written.

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Just as the sentences sent by the goddess did not reach Celia, the diary written by Celia did not reach the goddess.

Saying that he was wrong, saying he didn’t know how to apologize, saying that there might still be hope left.

If I had seen this before my thoughts were organized, I might have been upset. But I was cold and sinking.

This is just a memory of the past. I already know what Celia did next and where she is now.

That’s why I shouldn’t feel new emotions.

“Warrior?”

“Ah yes…”

I put aside my regrets and trudged out of the cathedral.

The emotions of others, who had been trying to avert their eyes, ate into my head.

I didn’t understand why she cast that spell on me.

In terms of profit and loss, it was completely meaningless. Everyone’s wounds were bound to grow.

I didn’t die that day. survived I turned my anger and responsibility towards them for being alive.

The same goes for Celia, Farseer, and Eleanor. If I couldn’t control my anger a little more… No, the expression of control is also strange.

I wasn’t running amok in a rage. For my happiness, I thought I had to kill them.

I now know that the goddess of vengeance was involved in the process, but even so, my thoughts did not change.

The moment I survived, if only a little bit of murderous intent had remained, they would have died.

However, in the end Farseer died. dead by my hand

Whatever she was up to, it must have been for me. After all, if it wasn’t for me, he was someone who wouldn’t have to die.

her dreams are shattered

We don’t know if the rumors about Eleanor are true or not. However, if I had died that day and Eleanor had turned out to be a champion, the Empire would have been much more stable than this.

There was no need to fight over the throne, and there was no need to question Eleanor’s legitimacy.

Even if she doesn’t rise to the throne, she can actually rule the empire if she chooses a member of the royal family who is easy enough for her to control.

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Just as the current emperor did, peacefully and wisely.

Nerwen may have gone mad with thirst. However, at least he wouldn’t have been abandoned by the same elf.

As a champion of the World Tree, she would have been treated or fulfilled her duties while constantly overcoming her impulses.

It was nothing but loss. It was a bit disappointing.

“…No.”

Standing in front of the cathedral, I blankly looked back at what I had done.

He killed the Orc Lord and rescued a retired adventurer who worked at a bar.

She protected an elf who had to live under someone from birth. No, keeping it might be a bit exaggerated, but at least it gave her a chance to choose.

It prevented quarrels in the middle ground that could have spread to fights between territories. It wiped out even the magic that was stuck inside and didn’t know when it would come out.

Looking back, I didn’t hate it so much.

The faces of the hero party became familiar at some point. Celia’s laugh, which was hateful at first, and Farseer’s disgusting smile were tolerable.

It was a bit shabby to say it was the purpose of life, to say it was a happy future that had been expected. Still, I don’t think it was unbearably painful.

Maybe, this feeling is just because I see them as ‘the past’.

It’s just that my memory has faded, and at that time I might have been suffering from the fact that I had to go on a trip with them again.

However, I knew what to do. Slightly calmed down, I walked forward.

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“Have you seen the saintess?”

The sun was slowly setting. I had to knock on the door before more time passed.

Fortunately, the person living in this house came out shortly after. Looking at his innocent-looking face, it seemed that he would not intimidate me or respond to my question with silence.

“That… what are you looking for a saintess for?”

“I know him personally, but… he hasn’t been seen lately, so I had to find him.”

It seemed that he didn’t know that I was a warrior. However, after thinking about it for a while, he obediently told me about Celia.

“Hey, I ran into him once at the north gate. He seemed to be walking somewhere at night, but I haven’t spoken to him.”

“Haven’t you seen it before?”

“That way… there’s a market street, right? I think I’ve seen it there once or so… Besides that, I think I’ve seen it once or twice around there, but I don’t know the details.”

“Okay. Thank you very much.”

This person was the last one. I checked the places where she was seen on the map.

We have secured the information that we did not use accommodation facilities. I checked the mansions of the nobles she was likely to enter, but nothing came out.

“It’s around here…”

However, there were not a few people who said they saw her. Most of the people who lived here belonged to the Goddess Church, so there was plenty of information.

By diligently selling my footwork, I was able to gather a lot of data.

Crouching in front of the door, I marked with a pen where she had been seen.

“Here, here, and… here.”

There were many dots on the map.

Although she did not wear the usual saintly white clothes, there were not a few followers who knew her face.

Combining her eyewitness accounts, a small circle was formed.

“This way…”

I walked all the way to the center of the circle. From here on, I had to find her location entirely with my intuition.

I’m not as good at tracking and smelling as Nerwen, so finding Celia isn’t easy.

At least, if she had at least some divine power left, she could have followed the trail of that enormous divine power, but she was just a normal person who was a saint now.

So, there was no trace of her to look for.

“…is this?”

If Farseer was involved in all of these plans, she would have her hands on how to ‘use’ Celia.

Because she was the most knowledgeable person in the warriors’ party and the one who could make plans.

A little, his expression darkened.

“At least, you don’t have to check whether things are working or not…”

Before dying, Farseer’s expression flickered in his eyes.

Slowly walking around the neighborhood, I found traces of magical power. Of course, there were countless traces.

However, it wasn’t that difficult to distinguish Farseer’s magical power. There was only one wizard I had met for a long time, so it was just a matter of finding familiar magic.

“Is this place empty?”

However, there was no income. I went to the fourth trace of magic, but I couldn’t find anything suspicious.

However, at the end of the fifth trace of magical power, anyone could sense something suspicious.

It is an ordinary house on the street. Just a building among countless, similar houses.

However, the magic of Farseer was at stake. Somewhere underground, it felt like her magic was running rampant.

“Are you inside?”

There was no answer. I’m sorry, but I didn’t mean to prolong the time.

I kicked in the door and glanced around the room lightly.

It didn’t seem like a place made to hide. Or, her magic that was placed to protect this place disappeared with the death of the caster.

Although it was covered with carpet, it was clear that there was a basement. Even though I’m a warrior, if I could spot it this easily, I’m sure it would have been discovered someday.

Maybe, I guessed wrong. The place where the corpses were gathered was much more cleverly hidden than this.

As I opened the basement door and went down, I could smell something familiar.

“Who are you!”

not a person no, it’s a person

These are definitely the ones I’ve seen somewhere.

“Put down your weapon! Ha, I asked who it was, and it turned out to be the porter. How are you?”

People I thought I would never see again were hiding in it.