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 206

206 – ending-4

of course. It was pointless.

“aaa!!!”

The sword of the hero is for defeating. It’s not about saving.

The power of a goddess exists to protect something, not to change it.

Of course, there was no restoration or healing ability. If that was possible, Eleanor wouldn’t have bothered to take Celia or Farseer with her.

He was able to wipe away the demonic energy that flowed from her skin. But, that was it.

The scales could be torn off, and the skin could be cut off. Still, that was all.

“…In it, I’m not there.”

Farseer was right. she was this dragon

I’ve already destroyed her body, and even if it remains, once she’s here, she won’t be able to go back.

My already exhausted body couldn’t even sustain the pouring power.

“Thank you.”

Gritting my teeth, I stared at her bloodied body.

“does not it hurt?”

“There’s no way it won’t hurt. This is my body.”

It was stupid.

I was foolish to think that I could suppress that body’s demonic energy, that I could suppress it, that if I cut it down, someday Farseer might be able to find its own body.

It was impossible. There was no way I could accomplish anything with such a clumsy determination and unconvinced actions.

“But… it’s comfortable. It definitely feels like I’m coming to my senses. At least as long as you put your sword in my body, I won’t be distracted by this body.”

“ha…”

Farseer knew I would fail. Nevertheless, there was no resistance whatsoever.

I collapsed from half exhaustion, gasping for breath.

“…shit.”

It wasn’t that I had no idea what I was going to do.

Using Erinis’ power was valid. Having held her power in my arms for too long, I was able to do some ‘authoritative interpretation’.

In the first place, the goddess herself put on a maid outfit and even waited on me. There was an authority that even a few paladins and god’s warriors couldn’t follow.

And with an authority that was too unrealistic for that human being, I was able to designate the target of my anger as the target of my revenge.

Not just humans. I was able to burn the magic that held her back and even the ideological thing of physical restraint with the flames of my revenge.

The hero’s power was essentially the desire to protect it. To some extent, it could be written in a helpful direction.

It was because I was able to suppress the demonic spirit with the divine light, and in the meantime, the Farseer’s soul was able to protect it from being cut by my sword.

“eww…”

But, that was it. That was all.

Already, this dragon was Farseer. Farsi was this dragon.

It shouldn’t be like this. You can’t call Farseer by cutting off this black dragon’s body.

I admitted that very painfully.

“Suffice.”

“why…”

“You’ve worked hard. At this level… you’ve been kind enough to overdo it.”

In my ears, sitting on my knees, I hear Farseer’s voice.

“It was a life not worth saving. Thank you… This was an indescribably blissful, undeserved mourning.”

“I’d rather die… If I die, I won’t even do this! Do you think I’m saying this shit to make someone who’s about to die feel better?”

“You know, Enerel. My future is over, and yours is still there.”

“…”

“It’s impossible to get me out of this body. Even if there were other bodies, things wouldn’t be so easy.”

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Just ‘biting’ her with my sword doesn’t solve anything.

“I didn’t believe in reincarnation, but if this body dies… if there’s a day to see you again, then I won’t hurt you. I won’t make you sad…”

Farseer spoke, but even at this moment I was desperately shaking my head.

“under.”

Yes, let’s admit it. It’s impossible on my own. It was futile.

I set an unreasonable goal from the beginning. Restoring her back is not something I can do with my abilities.

“Finally, did you let go of your heart?”

“for now.”

Let’s split up and think.

As for the reason she couldn’t return to her original body, she was tired of hearing it.

It was because Farseer muttered nonstop the words that there is no spare body, and that materials that cannot be obtained now are needed to adjust the body through which the soul can communicate.

Then, why should Farseer die right now?

It was the instinctive violence emanating from the body of the dragon that had not become a demonic dragon. It’s a scary magic.

Even if you leave her alone right now, within a few months Farseer will lose his temper.

But there were clues.

“Didn’t you say that your head is clear right now?”

“But… even so, it’s impossible for you to stick your sword through me for the rest of your life.”

“Why do you think there isn’t?”

The hero’s power shines brightly through the holy sword.

A heart to protect, and the courage to sacrifice everything for it.

The greed to protect what is mine, the embrace to embrace it.

The power bestowed on me by the goddess of vengeance covers it.

Disgust, anger, hatred, memories of what I’ve suffered, and revenge for it.

Retribution for all unreasonable things in this world.

“Huh…”

The anger that flowed from the demon dragon’s body and that demonic energy were, after all, farseers. Cutting it off doesn’t reveal the ‘true woman’.

However, even that could be pulled if it was a Farseer. could be accepted

I stabbed the holy sword deep into Farseer’s body.

“K-K-K-K-K-ss… There, it’s not a deadly place…”

“I know!”

He vents his resentment towards the world that oppresses Farseers and makes them die.

It’s forced. It is not the right way to use the power of the goddess of revenge.

Fill the gap with anger. I force myself to think, ‘If I’m hurting this much, are you saying I don’t have the right to take revenge on me?’

I forcibly burn and erase the demonic energy that enters me and the demonic dragon’s violence. Even so, the ugly things that I couldn’t erase are rampaging inside my body.

“Kuaaa!!!”

It’s painful. It seems that the demon dragon’s blood is entering my body through the sword.

That anger, instinctive violence enters me. Could Farseer have endured this with only her reason?

Anger mixed. The emotions extracted from her body and those created by herself to use Erinis’ power are mixed.

“Keugh…”

“What, what are you doing, that’s…”

“Shut up… Stay!”

Most of them burned. I accepted what didn’t burn.

My heart is pounding with urge and rage, but my body can’t even afford to be pampered.

I roughly pulled the sword out of Farseer’s body, and with the holy sword buried in the ground, I leaned against it to support myself.

It’s painful. Really, I feel like I’m going to do something I wouldn’t do.

But I can bear it. I had no intention of degenerating to the extent of the urge and demonic energy that I once sucked in.

“What do you think…”

I no longer had the strength to lift a finger, but I smiled triumphantly at Farseer.

“You gave me this shit, but I’m sure you can last a few months?”

“No. This is, like this…”

If you do this, you can prolong her life immediately.

If you are in Parse, you will surely find the answer. No matter how difficult the magic material is to obtain, one day you will be able to achieve your goal.

If you get on the dragon’s back, it might not take too much time.

My eyes blur.

“Oh, no. Enerel. Enerel!”

Her crude hand draws a magic circle.

However, restoring energy is one of the most inefficient actions magic can do.

You can force a tired human body to fight more, but you can’t make a fallen human wake up on their own.

“I’m not dying…”

I just got tired. It’s been a while since I haven’t slept.

Come to think of it, the sky was still dangerously dark. What time do you think it was?

“It didn’t have to be this way! For my short-lived lifespan, there was no reason you had to go this far!”

“… The one who regrets is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one.”

I hated having holes in it.

If you hate it, you hate it; if you like it, you like it.

I just hoped that it would be forgotten at some point.

I can’t forget this. If she leaves like this, I will never forget Farsi for the rest of my life.

Remembering the gaze of the great dragon Farseer last showed you, her death will be etched into the deepest part of your memory.

I can’t hate the woman who did this for me, the woman who accepted death on her own, for the rest of my life.

“That’s not allowed.”

Boring, plain.

Hate it, forget it, think about it occasionally, pour out your anger again, and one day it will be okay.

For that, I could do this much.

“You’ll have to do this for the rest of your life. For now, this will fix it, but the frequency will increase. One day, you may have to do this every day!”

“Well, it can’t be helped.”

I was able to bear it. Because it is to force someone who has accepted death to come down and live.

Even I, who had listened to some ‘gentle’ persuasion, was pissed off, but I thrust a knife into my stomach. No, he pushed her in and forced her to live.

I was able to receive such a resentment.

“…You’re doing quite a bit of fun.”

Then, someone behind me spoke to me. I listened to her words, holding on to my fading spirit.

The pure voice of a white horse with horns.