Hero.
A word that embodies hope in itself, a title bestowed only upon the ‘most special and powerful beings’ in this world.
“…Hero?”
How should she accept the one who appeared before her, ntioning such a word?
Even before she beca aware, mockery began to seep out of her mouth.
“You, a hero?”
That soone claiming to be a hero had co to stand before her, who knew the aning and weight of that word better than anyone.
Wouldn’t it be naturally ridiculous?
“…So what about it?”
A subdued voice leaked from her mouth, calming her heated emotions at the end.
The politeness felt from it did not convey the sa madness as before.
Although lifeless as a dead person, she felt her rationality gradually establishing itself.
“I have faced countless self-proclaid heroes. Except for the last one I faced, none could take my head.”
At the end, it revealed traces of acting to escape her rough rcenary days.
At the sa ti, it was arrogance stemming from a position of absoluteness, and what one might call composure.
“Do you really believe you can face with just what was shown before? Just because you have the power of rely one hero?”
Yes, the enemy knight was certain.
The firm belief that the person before her could not interfere was felt through a ‘sense of déjà vu’ emanating from him.
“…However, it does bother a bit. Unlike ordinary heroes, you’re exactly replicating the techniques I’ve used.”
The temporary materialization used before reached the realm of creating matter using mana that produces physical force in response to will.
Since it was a technique that handled energy responsive to will, it was unattainable without the cooperation of beings that could fine-tune mana like spirits.
And the only way for humans to handle spirits to such an extent was by inheriting rank from beings like dragons.
“Ah, I see… Are you the sa as , then?”
And there was only one dragon existing in this world.
Even after being repeatedly provoked, the dragon didn’t die, and, despite losing consciousness, the will to cling to life remained in that walking corpse.
Such a being passed on its rank to another human following in its footsteps.
“…Just with that much.”
With that realization, the slashing of her sword swung fiercely, and she began to stir her reins.
“Do you think you can oppose just because you’ve been chosen by her? Even after seeing the army surrounding you?”
As her madness subsided, she could now think rationally about her purpose.
There was nothing left to extract from her mother, but as her feelings towards her intensified, she felt more adept at handling the power.
-Crunch, creak.
The troops rising from the earth in response to such power taught her that she had far surpassed her forr strength.
They have surpassed re weapon manifestation to embody a self capable of realizing an era of madness that even dismisses armies as insignificant, making it virtually impossible for a hero to defeat them.
“…You’re quiet.”
The man in front of her, still silent, rely glared without a word, affirming her certainty.
Seeing that, the enemy knight smirked and was about to mock.
“Did you just now realize the reality and freeze up? Well, considering you’ve walked right into enemy territory…”
“The atmosphere is quite different from when I saw you last ti.”
Only then did his mouth belatedly begin to open.
The enemy knight, montarily interrupted, began to glare at him, who was looking back without understanding the aning.
“…You saw before?”
“Don’t you rember ? We t once, four months ago.”
Rember? What does that an?
Feeling puzzled, the enemy knight gradually began to recognize the face of the man before her.
Yes, certainly the commonplace adventurer she had t when she went to prevent the Black Knight from acting independently.
She had not killed him, a being she could easily have killed, because she deed him not worth killing.
After all, all the living would eventually join their legion, and it was considered the right decision to disregard him, especially to take away the Black Knight who showed interest in him.
“Sorry, but I don’t rember well. Even if we had t, that mory is too trivial.”
But now, such things hardly matter.
It would be odd for her, who no longer even considered the Corpse Lord her mother, to take an interest in soone she had spared before who had returned stronger.
“…No, even if we had t, it wouldn’t matter. No matter how many of your kind co, you can’t stop .”
As she aid the sword mixed with that will forward, the magic began to spread to the soldiers gathering around her.
The mont tens of thousands of soldiers, drenched in madness and hunger, focused their attention on him…
“Everyone, take him down. With his fall, we declare a war of blood upon this world!”
It was, in essence, a death sentence.
While it was sowhat possible for her past self to face an army alone, now he faced an endlessly surging legion.
As long as she did not fall, an infinitely regenerating army of blood was set to swallow the whole world soon.
“Uh, uh…”
Soon, those soldiers, following her command, focused their attention on him.
Once they recognized his presence, they stupidly dropped the weapons in their hands to the ground and gaped.
“Woo Hyo?”
The enemy knight, who had expected an imdiate charge, uttered an entirely unexpected phrase.
“Woo Hyoooooo…”
“Woo Hyo, Woo Hyooooo.”
Even after listening a few tis, wondering if she had heard wrong, it was the sa.
Those before him all made the sa bizarre interjection, just standing there stupidly.
“Woo Hyoooooo~”
“Woo Hyooooooooooooo~!!”
Even the shouts that should have spread far and wide were drowned out by such bizarre wailing, making the enemy knight’s face stiffen as she realized sothing was amiss.
“What on earth…?”
“Aaaah! Please, stop with that damn Woo Hyo noise!!!!”
The man yelled at the stupidly standing soldiers and swung his spear.
Even as their bodies were slashed by the attack, the wailing that began after they recognized him did not stop.
Even as their bodies were cut, the fact that they continued to make such sounds stupidly seed as if they were bound by so strange spell cast by the target.
“You bastards!! How many tis do I have to say my na is not Woo Hyo but Woo Hyo-sung?!”
But why was the man in question losing his temper like that, rcilessly cutting down their bodies?
As the enemy knight watched in bafflent, the man, who had stopped cutting down the soldiers, began to shout at the top of his lungs.
“My ability makes my na unforgettable, so why do you keep calling weird nas?! You should be dropping the first part, not the last! The last!!!”
“Shall we start the performance together?”
rilyn Sutherland, the troubadour of love.
Her beautiful performance began to resound across this cruel battlefield.
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