The Hero Party’s Moms Are Obsessed With Me - The Hero Party’s Moms Are Obsessed With Me chapter 86

86 – Episode 86

“count. No, I’d like to hear the story of a traitor as well.”

Balius, leader of the Young Knights, nodded as he watched him aim his sword at a pig with a pale face.

I felt it keenly in Korea, but I felt it again now.

People need strength.

Knowledge is power, and only with that power can you live without discrimination in this damn world.

Just looking at Tris right now, she has no money and no power.

Because he was a commoner, he was returned to the count and then abandoned.

Even though he had done nothing wrong, he was treated as a criminal and subjected to merciless violence.

On the other hand, what about the rich and powerful Count?

Even though he committed a crime, he ate so much delicious food alone with servants that he had a stomach full of several pounds of pork belly.

“Put him in prison. “I will do the torture myself.”

“Imprisonment! Balius! “Do you really think it’s okay to be like this!!”

As the Count seemed to have lost his mind and shouted without any respect, Balius chuckled.

“I think it can be done like this for now. “Take him away!”

“”yes!””

The two knights standing next to the door grabbed both arms of the count, who was sprawled out on the floor, and forced him up.

“Do not touch! “You know who I am!!”

The count screamed and twisted his body.

“I-I-IK!! How dare you little knights and brats!! “Ahh!!”

His arm was broken by the knight Naburaengi and he was dragged screaming in pain.

With the Count gone, the situation seemed to have settled down to some extent.

‘There’s still one step left.’

It is entirely the Count’s fault that this situation occurred.

Because he made money by putting the lives of commoners in a blender.

but.

‘King. ‘This kid isn’t normal either.’

Did he not know that a noble under his command had copied his seal and was using it strangely?

This is serious.

Of course, I might think this because I am from the Republic of Korea, where we elect the president with our own hands.

Wow, that guy is really bad at his job! Let the impeachment proceed! I may think this because I saw the history.

Maybe you think that way because it’s [me].

whatever.

A friend of mine suffered because of a king as incompetent as an idiot.

Am I with [Lageta] who can abuse the king?

[Madame!]

“Aiing~ It’s as early as just now~ The name is Lageta~”

“…”

If you look at it from the outside, it looks like he just graduated from college and entered society.

Although Lageta is so young, the s*xiness she possesses at the same time cannot be ignored.

her age.

At the thought of a woman over 1,000 years old showing off this kind of charm, I felt a bit of cognitive dissonance.

I shook my head and let out a shallow sigh.

“Lageta.”

“Yep! Lageta, Lageta~ Why did you call me Diam~?”

I really need to become independent quickly…

While seriously contemplating, I poked at her wide open cheeks! After stabbing him, he looked away.

As if connected with me, Lageta also followed my gaze and moved.

Where our eyes landed.

“W-what’s going on?”

He sat down on the chair as if relieved and then looked at me.

To be exact, it was the king who straightened his back as if embarrassed by Lageta’s gaze.

[They say the reason Tris had a hard time is because of that grandfather!]

“yes. “If that old man had done his job properly, Diam’s friend wouldn’t have had to suffer.”

The king tried to make an excuse.

“You don’t even know that the seal has been copied. “Is there a brain?”

“Tsk!”

The King furrowed his brow and placed his hand on his chest at the frank blow.

This probably means that even if you think about it, it’s too much.

“This is why a leader must be intelligent, not strong.”

“Hmm…!”

The king bowed his head at the second blow.

As Lageta said, he became king only through strength and leadership.

Balius took a look at the king and came forward.

“Oh, Lord of the Tower. “His Majesty has love for his people.”

He tried his best to watch over the master he served.

“Damn. Then… what did you say his name was? Anyway! Isn’t Diam’s friend a citizen whom King Neg loves?

“You beat those people so hard until they die?”

“Well, that’s…”

Balius couldn’t respond this time either.

Although I fell for the count’s trick, I almost had an innocent citizen of the kingdom witch-hunted.

If Lageta and I weren’t there, they would have just been executed.

Even Balius, who was trying to protect himself, closed his mouth and lowered his head, and the king sighed and got up from his chair.

“Then what should I do? “Would you be satisfied if I, an incompetent person, came down from the throne?”

At the king’s words, Lageta shook her shoulders and looked at me.

‘Of course!! The choice is Diam anyway!!’

He chuckled at her gaze and scratched his cheek.

Honestly, from my perspective, it doesn’t matter who is king.

King and commoner.

If it weren’t for Lageta, my grandfather and I would have lived our whole lives without knowing each other, so what does it matter?

Many citizens will die or cry because of his single choice.

‘It has nothing to do with me.’

If other people heard my thoughts, they would criticize me for being selfish.

They’ll point fingers. They will criticize me.

So what.

I also lost my parents to monsters.

I’m trying my best to survive.

I finally gained the strength to straighten my shoulders to some extent.

What’s wrong with saying that you will use the power you have earned through persistent effort for yourself?

Someone will say

Don’t you plan on doing your best to prevent pitiful people like you from ever being created?

doesn’t exist.

Not only am I not a saint, but I am also a bad person who will take other people’s things for my own life.

I’m so busy living my life that I’m going to look around. What nonsense?

therefore.

[It’s your last chance!]

[Don’t be lazy just because it’s annoying, act like a dog to prevent victims like this from happening!]

[If Diam comes to the castle again because of this annoying thing!]

[I will erase Trevaian from the map!]

[Okay, old man?!]

Balius tried to draw his sword at Sylph’s rudely vivid translation.

“your majesty!”

The King stretched out his hand to stop him.

Then he smiled and looked at me.

“If I threaten you like that, won’t I lose the desire to do it?”

Wow. Are you going to come out like that?

“Lageta.”

Secret special move! Calling Lagueta!!

I point to the king and call his name with a sad expression.

“hey. Diam is sad! Want to rummage?! no! Create a never-ending fire in hell right in front of the royal castle, roast them in it for 100 years, then rip out their souls and bury them in the deepest part of hell for the rest of their lives?! yes?!”

No matter how king he is, he is just a human being.

I guess I didn’t want to show my teeth and end up in hell for the rest of my life when I was only a short time away from an ordinary death.

He swallowed his dry saliva as if he was imagining it at Lageta’s kind and vivid explanation.

“… I’ll try my best.”

I lowered my head helplessly.

‘That old man always earned a beating.’

***

Tris ran away from the castle after receiving a large sum of money from a count.

To keep the Count’s words to live as quietly as possible.

To repay Diam for creating this opportunity.

He was active in a barely settled rural village using his woodworking skills, which he honed in Trebaian, the capital of the kingdom.

How many months did he change his name and spend as just an ordinary carpenter?

Knights in black armor came rushing into the village.

The knight who was inspecting the village with the permission of the village chief saw Tris and swung his club without saying a word.

Although Tris was used to being beaten for not being able to work while working at a woodworking shop.

Pop! puck!

The knight’s blows targeting only weak points were not at a level that Triss could withstand.

The violence may have continued even after he fainted, and he came to his senses from the pain, but then lost consciousness again from the pain.

Why to me…

Why me…

What did I do wrong…

What did I…

When I was filled with thoughts of wanting to die, I was dragged somewhere.

“That b*stard? “The crazy guy who took the money from the relief center and ran away.”

“Yes.”

I couldn’t see clearly because I was hit near the eye.

An irritated female voice and a deep male voice were heard.

no.

No!!

“Oh, no… I’m not!!”

With invisible eyes.

Although I cried out with my messed up body.

“Shut up.”

A strong shock felt in the abdomen accompanied by a sharp voice.

Coughing! Cough! The moment when the spirit that was barely attached to you as you came out was about to break away.

Even though he was lying on the floor, his body instinctively curled up to prevent further shock.

In that body.

Not the merciless pain I’ve felt these past few days.

Sigh. Sigh.

Small yet large hands.

Palm, not fist.

When was the last time you received… anything other than contempt?

It was a caress filled with emotions that I can’t even remember anymore.

patting your shoulder

stroking my arm

patting your back

The warmth of stroking my head.

I lost my mind without realizing it.

My closed eyes opened.

Pure white ceiling. Pure white blanket.

Warm sunlight coming through the large window.

I couldn’t see before I fainted, but I can see the right colors.

‘In the end… did he die?’

If I were dead, would this be heaven or hell?

Since I haven’t done anything bad, it would be nice to be in heaven.

Let’s laugh and try to get up.

“Ugh!”

I furrowed my brow at the throbbing pain I felt throughout my body and lay down again.

weird.

I think they said there would be no pain when you die… Why does my body hurt?

From noble mtl dot nete

Let us frown at situations that differ from the doctrines promulgated by the church.

“Are you awake?”

A man’s voice was heard.

The man’s voice was familiar, yet somehow unfamiliar.

I turned my neck to see the person whose voice I thought I had heard before, but was different.

“Ugh…”

My body was so messed up that my neck didn’t even work properly.

If it were a normal Tris, I would have given up because I hated the pain.

I was more curious about the subject of that voice than the pain.

He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, turned his head, and called out to him.

I saw the owner of the voice.

“you you…”

“Long time no see. Should I say that?”

The main character of that voice is.

“Could you… say… nya…? Diam…?”

“Why do you turn a normal person into an aphasic patient?”

The moment I saw the main character, water flowed from my eyes, which I thought were dry.

As if a vein had burst, it flowed and wet my cheek.

‘Is it a dream… If it’s a dream… I hope I don’t wake up…’

Jump on the blanket. Pop. Let’s shiver in the falling water.

“Why are you crying when you’re old enough?”

Diam reached out and wiped away my tears.