Before I could say anything, my grandfather’s self-imposed answer to the tax was disappointing.
He was planning to move my body in case the plan failed.
Why is he so unnecessarily noble like this! It’s so irritating! He should just be more true to his desires!
If that were the case, even if he had doubts about carrying around a mace, it would have been fun to tease him!
‘Why did you try to hide it? You got my hopes up for nothing.’
‘Did I say sothing strange when I borrowed your body?’
Ah, I see. This is the curse of the sugaki Skill.
It’s disorienting when it’s distorted at first. Even now, though I’ve sowhat adapted, I still can’t help but say, “Why is it translated like that?!” Yeah. Yeah.
‘Once you adapt, it’s actually pretty fun.’
If you can’t avoid it, just enjoy it, right?
The sugaki Skill still has the potential to provide insults all day long, but it’s not without its advantages.
Blaming this skill, it’s quite fun to joke around with.
‘Even you, grandfather, must have enjoyed calling Erginus “a pity fool,” right?’
I said it expecting an answer, but no response ca from my grandfather.
‘Oh. Grandfather. No way.’
‘It’s okay, grandfather. Everyone is shaken by temptation. I can accept that.’
Hearing his self-loathing cry, sadistic feelings surged, but I stopped. I thought my grandfather might actually start crying.
Truly terrifying! The power of the sugaki to corrupt even a holy knight!
‘Then why hide it? If you had told the truth, none of this would have happened.’
‘You fought?’
The heroes of the mythological age won battles but never achieved their wishes. The evil gods couldn’t be erased by their strength.
The heroes were indeed deserving of the title.
They possessed the nobility that made them worthy of divine selection. Therefore, heroes were extrely strict with themselves.
Even though the world praised their achievents, the heroes never forgave themselves.
Erginus lanted with self-loathing, blaming himself.
Garard shouldn’t have given up, should have stopped yelling blindly... Luell fell silent at Ruell’s scolding.
In truth, Luell, who had scolded Garard, had similar thoughts in his heart. So to hide his own self-loathing, he raised his voice even higher.
And the hero...
Kept silent.
They said nothing.
In official settings, they smiled and talked as usual, but behind the scenes, they tightly sealed their lips, staring at their broken sword with hollow eyes.
The lant of the holy knight was truly brutal.
After sacrificing so much and overcoming countless trials, the sole goal of saving the world from evil gods led to this outco. How could anyone laugh at that?
But the heroes couldn’t do that.
They were far too pure.
They were noble enough to step forward and give up all their glory for the sake of saving the world.
They were foolish enough to rush into sothing everyone else thought impossible.
That’s why they couldn’t say anything. They chose to endure it all.
‘But in the end, grandfather, you and your companions faced what you wanted to forget, didn’t you?’
‘If not, you wouldn’t have left sothing behind for future generations, would you?’
Leaving sothing behind for future generations ant thinking about what they would need, which ant facing the nightmares they wanted to forget. The heroes may have fallen, but they didn’t collapse.
‘Grandfather?’
His voice seed to carry a sense of moisture, and I tilted my head. Did I say sothing wrong? I thought I had said sothing good?
Luell, facing the hero caught by the guards, was shocked by his appearance but also tried to apologize for past mistakes.
At that ti, he regretted not seeing his companions as companions due to being swayed by temptation.
And if the hero had any lingering feelings, Luell had intended to hear his confession as a priest.
‘...What did the hero do?’ ‘Soone who would do sothing wrong wouldn’t think of apologizing.’
Grandfather chuckled lightly but stopped midway, letting out a long sigh. After more than a minute of silence, he broke it.
‘...What?’
If light makes darkness deeper, and darkness makes light brighter, then shouldn’t both just be gone? The hero told Luell this.
‘What kind of person is the Erginus inside grandfather?’
Luell initially tried to explain calmly, but the hero wouldn’t listen. Not even when his rationality broke down.
After that, grandfather traveled to achieve what he had decided, but he couldn’t gather any information about the hero.
‘Where did you last see the hero?’
That’s enough. With just the last known location, I can narrow down the search significantly. Grandpa’s story was far from trivial!
‘Why are you suddenly saying that?’
His voice carried deep worry.
Having seen the hero’s tragic end, grandfather believed that what the hero left behind would harm .
Yet, the efficient part of couldn’t help but suppress the urge to complete this quest.
Saying such things wouldn’t reach him anyway.
The person I need to speak to isn’t the rotten soul of the Soul Academy. I’m the next generation of heroes, inheriting the legacy of those who lived in the mythological age.
‘Grandfather, I just told you, didn’t I? The heroes didn’t run away. They faced what they considered sin.’
That’s probably true. The hero Luell saw was likely far more hideous than I imagined. It’s probably so terrible that even now, I can vividly picture it in his eyes.
‘But he’s still a hero.’
Even so, he is a hero.
More noble than Archmage Erginus. More so than Knight Garard. More than even Holy Knight Luell. He was a hero chosen by the gods—purer, more righteous, and filled with hope.
‘A bird that flies high has to fall longer. But even so, it’s still a bird. Even if it falls to the ground, it will fly up to the sky again. The hero would have been the sa. He just needed so ti, didn’t he?’
‘But he’s the one you recognized as a hero, right? I just trust your judgnt.’
I can’t say that the crappy deity’s judgnt was correct. If I found out the hero was actually a cute girl, I’d seriously hate the deity.
I hid these thoughts and responded, and my grandfather let out a chuckle.
‘Did I grow? Or did I rise in rank because of so miracle, and now my height has grown...?’
‘Little one!? Did you just call a little one?!’
I can accept a lot of things, but I can’t stand being called a “little one”! It’s war! Luell!
‘...The island?’
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