72 – Raising a Hero – 6
Even when I fully recovered and stood up, Brünnhild was still blushing. Then, when our eyes t, I turned my head away.
Even I can’t do that. I have no choice but to wait until ti takes its course.
‘Maybe I should change my clothes first.’
No matter how much elixir it is, it does not even regenerate clothes. The school uniform was torn to pieces exactly where the knife had stabbed him, so that his bare skin was visible. It was absolutely not sothing I could wear.
Bloodstains that covered the entire body as if red paint had been sprayed, and drops of blood still dripping down the leg of the pants were a bonus.
‘…… I think that kind of reaction was deserved.’
Centered around the spot where I was leaning back, there was a puddle that was wider than my height, enough to make a clicking sound when I stepped on it.
I thought I knew why Brünnhild was so panicked and ignored my words. The right arm was cut off and the left half of the body was completely torn off and tattered, and the floor looked like this.
It wouldn’t have been strange if he died from excessive bleeding. Regardless of whether I was speaking clearly or not, it was easy to mistakenly believe that I had no power.
“Brünnhild.”
“Huh?! Uh, huh?!”
I couldn’t stay like this forever. Brünnhild was called. Brunhild, who was still turning his head, answered in a surprised voice.
I picked up the holy sword that was lying next to and held out the handle. It was fortunate that there were no restrictions such as only being able to capture heroes. If that were the case, the atmosphere would have been a bit awkward.
“Let’s move slowly. I have to go outside. “You’re not going to stay here, are you?”
“Yes, yes! Let’s go out! “I’m fully healed so I can move!”
Brünnhild turned around and started walking stiffly.
“…… “Why are you moving your arms and legs together?”
The arms and legs were moving together. He seed really bothered by what had just happened. I looked at him in bewildernt and hurried to catch up next to him.
After this, Brunhild continued to show off his eccentricities.
Even though you should turn to the side, you keep moving forward and almost hit your head on the wall, or you trip over a rock because you don’t see it and almost fall, or you wander around because you can’t find the path right next to you.
Of course it was my responsibility to take care of it. He stops you with your hand right before you hit your head on the wall, catches you when you trip over a rock, helps you up, and guides you to the right path.
But my stiff body had no intention of loosening up.
“Brünnhild.”
“Huh?! No! “I wasn’t thinking about kissing you!”
“…… Why don’t you co to your senses now? “It will be outside in a little while.”
Just as I said, the wind was blowing from sowhere. It was a sign that the outside was slowly getting closer.
The problem was that we could not send Brunhild out in this condition. Because you will probably make all kinds of mistakes in front of people. You shouldn’t do that even for the sake of your own image.
‘If I go out, other incidents will occur.’
If Io and Elisier had completed their tasks properly, the entire city would have been turned upside down. Of course, it’s good for us.
It was an opportunity to give the Starlight Church a big pat on the back.
“You are a warrior! “The warrior has returned!”
Fortunately, as the exit approached, I went outside with Brunhild, who ca to her senses, and as soon as I ca out, I was almost drowned out by the cheers of hundreds of people.
Brünnhild looked puzzled. The lord of this area approached us with a face full of relief.
“Oh, I’m glad, warrior. You’re safe. The person next to him… ….”
Shocked, the Viscount flinched for a mont upon seeing in such a miserable state. However, like a nobleman, his expression soon returned to its original state.
I tried to have a knight bring a potion, but he stopped and told that he was already fine. The Viscount seed in disbelief, but he was imdiately convinced when Brünnhild told him that it was okay since he had taken the elixir.
The Viscount imdiately put us in a carriage and returned to his mansion, and we could feel the atmosphere of the city literally turned upside down on the way to the mansion.
Not only were all the stores closed, but there wasn’t a single rat on the streets, except for soldiers. Even the patrolling soldiers looked very nervous.
“How did this happen?”
“The devil has appeared in the city. “Let’s go back to the mansion and talk about it in detail.”
“…… “The devil?”
Brünnhild was surprised when he heard that the demon king he had fought with had appeared in the city, but the Viscount kept his mouth shut, saying he would explain when he arrived at the mansion.
Soon after, Brunhild and I went to visit the Viscount after taking a bath and resting a bit. The Viscount, who was waiting in the throne room, sighed loudly as soon as he sat us down on the sofa.
“Shortly after the hero headed to the dungeon, the Demon King appeared in front of the temple. And he said this. “The hero was not worth killing.”
“… ….”
Brünnhild’s face hardened. She seed to rember how Elisie had mocked her before he disappeared. The Viscount continued speaking as if he was in a hurry to lighten the mood.
“After saying that, one of the priests said that he would punish him for making him do sothing like this…… They skinned it and disappeared. The priest was alive, screaming, with his skin peeled off. “We killed him ourselves.”
For the sake of ti, I think he went to the temple right after he left us, but perhaps because of the years he spent as a demon lord, he committed quite brutal acts.
“The priest was the only one who died, but the re appearance of the Demon Lord ant that the situation was already beyond my control…… “After reporting to the imperial palace and controlling access to the temple, I headed to the dungeon myself to check on the warrior’s safety.”
Brünnhild had a depressed expression, perhaps because he did not yet understand the situation. I decided to offer a little help.
“If you think about it, it was suspicious from the beginning.”
“What do you an you won an award?”
“We didn’t even co here through official procedures. I just ca to buy so dessert for myself. But how did they know and greet us?”
“…… I know?”
It was only then that Brünnhild began to wonder if he had also noticed sothing suspicious.
That may have been done by the Succubus Queen after being reported to by Roxanna, but the Succubus Queen probably didn’t plan anything beyond keeping an eye on us.
If only the Demon King hadn’t shown up, they could have made up any excuse for a high-ranking priest to co out to greet them in person.
If only the Demon King had not appeared.
However, the high priest who was supposed to make an excuse died in the dungeon, and the Demon King appeared and directly revealed that there was sothing between him and the hero.
It is clearly visible that sothing unusual has happened, and since I have spread evidence of that unusual occurrence through Io, the whole story will be revealed in an instant.
It’s all fabricated evidence, but what’s there to know? It didn’t matter because these were so rotten that even the original hero gave up.
‘There is a possibility that evidence can be found around here…’ ….’
“My lord!”
As soon as I thought of that, a knight opened the door to the throne room and quickly got down on his knees. The knight bowed his head and raised what he was holding in his hands.
“What’s going on? “I’m having a conversation with the hero.”
“I have co to see you at the risk of being rude because there is sothing I must see!”
“Umm… ….”
Hearing that there was sothing he must see, the Viscount’s expression distorted as he opened the paper. Looking at the pattern engraved on the outside, it was evidence that I had manipulated it.
Io seed to have completed his mission and returned.
‘How much did they steal from the storehouse?’
The additional fee I proposed for this request was unlimited access to the church’s temple treasure trove. He told them the location of the treasure chest and how to break in, and told them to take as much as they wanted from it.
Most of it was illegal property and would have been omitted from the ledgers, so it didn’t matter how much it was taken. Because it is a property that does not exist in the first place.
The remaining items are scheduled to be returned to the national treasury anyway.
“Why are you doing that?”
“That…” … No. It’s so shocking that it’s hard to even say it to the hero. Here, read it for yourself.”
Brünnhild, who unfolded the evidence given by the Viscount, also had the sa expression. As I read the content, the expression on my already unusual expression beca more and more hardened.
“What is it about that you have that look on your face?”
“…… “You will find out if you read it.”
When I asked, pretending not to know, Brunhild gestured. I approached the side.
As he was thinking about it for a mont because his sitting position was awkward no matter where he went, Brünnhild gathered his hair and flipped it in front of his right shoulder. The pure white nape of his neck was revealed.
“This way.”
He stuck his head out over his left shoulder as he wanted. I could sll the refreshing mint scent of his blue hair.
ㅡI have carefully checked the letter you sent, and as you said, I have burned it and destroyed it. A hero is coming
The letter that said the hero was coming was cut off, but that alone was enough to serve as evidence.
Evidence that contains too much information in one page or that provides full context is likely to be suspected.
I smiled happily inside. Now the denomination in this area has completely co to an end. If this were to happen, even the Queen would be a bit upset. She wouldn’t know who the traitor was.
Who would have guessed that the traitor was the devil?
“Haaa…… I can’t even warm up. After all, humans are sloppy, so it’s not okay.”
Astaroth moved his neck, swallowed his vital energy one last ti, and raised his upper body. There were close to a hundred n lying around, dried out and twisted.
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At first, I only tried to take about five, but sohow there was no one who could last three tis, so the number gradually increased until now.
All of them had their vital energy drained to the point where they would die in no ti even if they received imdiate treatnt, but Astaroth did not pay the slightest attention to that fact.
“Pope! Where’s the Pope?”
“Yes! Queen! “It’s here now!”
Astaroth shouted angrily. In contrast to the splendid robes, a gaunt and aged old man hurriedly bowed down in front of him.
His right foot, wrapped in a high heel, kicked the face. The Pope fell behind him, then knelt down again, his blood dripping from where he had kicked him.
“Hey, don’t you manage your subordinates properly? Do you know how much I was scolded by the Demon King because of you?”
“Ugh! Sorry! Queen! Huh! Forgiveness…….”
The heel of the high heel trampled the Pope rcilessly. His shabby, old body instantly turned into a wreck. Astaroth huffed and stopped moving only after the Pope was covered in blood.
“Did you find out who sent the letter?”
“Not yet, cough. “I couldn’t figure it out.”
“These useless bastards are really… ….”
Astaroth, who was summoned by the Demon King and accused of motivating him with such a useless thing, got ridiculed and made a huge fuss to find out who the guy who had sent the letter was.
Of course, there was no choice. Because the letter itself was fabricated by the devil.
However, since Astaroth had no way of knowing that the possessor Elisiere had been tornting him out of his resentnt, he was busy internally trying to track down the sender.
“If you don’t know, you have to pay the price. Remove the hysteres of all the children sent there and throw them to the goblins. “Don’t ever take it out until I say it’s done.”
“I understand. “Queen.”
The succubus standing behind him bowed his head. It was an order not to take the horse out until he said he was okay with it, so it was safe to say that it lasted forever.
For example, a succubus who committed a great cri about 700 years ago and had her uterus removed and thrown to the orcs had not yet been pardoned.
For 700 years, he was unable to reach his peak or absorb energy, so now he has beco a ntally collapsed at pot and is being ignored even by orcs.
Astaroth, who had been wheezing for a while as if his anger had not yet subsided, looked down at the Pope.
“…… Okay. That should be enough. Hey you. “You said you wanted revenge on that guy last ti, right?”
“Yes? Yes That’s right!”
“Try it. If it’s our kids, we’ll give them as much as they want. If you fail, I’ll think you have no neck. No, I’m going to cut off the head of your dick that doesn’t even stand up properly.”
In fact, as soon as the Pope heard the news of Alexander’s death, he went on a rampage and sought revenge. She just held back because Quinn told her not to.
But now the situation has changed. Astaroth gritted his teeth.
“Mummy crate…… “Let’s try this until the end, right?”
From the mont the hero and the mummy Krait were discovered together, Astaroth’s mind had almost confird that this was all a sche planned by that man.
How? thod? What does it an to know? First of all, it’s clear that he did it.
If he thought about it a little, he would have realized that the evidence was very weak, but the pride that had collapsed due to repeated failures clouded Astaroth’s judgnt.
Of course, it was true that Mira Krait had planned it.
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