Evade The Hero and Flee!

Chapter 338

35. Flee from the Heroes (11)

#9 Their Circumstances: A Certain Hero’s Circumstances.

“Ack!” 

“What on earth is that human doing?”

Seeing my senior who failed to ambush again and flew into the air, I grimaced.

“Tsk tsk.”

Mirea, who had accumulated fatigue from the long battle, was also grimacing.

“And we haven’t even had dinner yet….”

…It seems like it’s just because she hasn’t been able to eat, but

“Ack! Die…ra!”

A black sphere appeared in the air, and from there, thorn-like things sprang out.

“How annoying!”

At first, the Demon King was only capable of beast-like roars and simple attacks. 

But as time passed, he started speaking simple words, and his attack patterns became more complex as well.

Growth. 

The Demon King was growing stronger through battle. Very troublesomely.  

“Die…era!”

“You die instead!” The instructor said.

Humans live by eliminating something.

By hunting animals, eating plants, and as a result, making filthy excrement – that’s what humans are.

Is that all?

Not just by eating, but in what they wear and how they live as well, they cannot help but destroy nature in order to survive. 

And for their own satisfaction, they indulged in extravagance even when unnecessary.  

That’s why,

“A worthless existence like humans who cannot do anything productive should die!” 

The condensed magic within the holy sword began emitting a brilliant light.

It wasn’t just the Demon King that was growing.

For some reason, I felt like I was becoming stronger over time as well.

It was a strange feeling.

Clearly my health/stamina was declining, but my magic didn’t seem to be decreasing at all.

Was I this good at magic control?

I felt very focused as well.   

And the Demon King shook that concentration.

“…Cough! If… If you kill… humans… aren’t you… also not being… productive?”

“Huh?”

That’s true, isn’t it?   

“Gah!”

I briefly agreed with the Demon King’s words, and that opening allowed me to get attacked.   

“You idiot.”  

“Sorry.”

Pierced in the shoulder by the thorn of darkness, I took out a top-grade recovery potion from my belongings and poured it all over.  

“Gah…!”

Along with a burning pain, blood started gushing out of the hole in my shoulder.

Despite having over 90% troll blood, which can reattach even severed arms, the top-grade recovery potion was highly toxic due to the troll blood.  

That’s why it wasn’t sold commercially despite the excellent effects.   

“Urgh…”

“Hurry up!”

“Please give me a little more time.”

The Demon King’s attacks didn’t cease even as he spoke.  

We started fighting when the sun was at its peak, but dawn was already approaching.  

I’ve fought many opponents through an entire night plenty of times before, but have I ever fought a single opponent for such a long stretch of time?

I don’t think so.

“Try contacting with the communication magic tool.”  

“Got it.”

“How come none of your squad members have shown up when it looks like your captain is about to die?”

“I think they don’t believe I’m going to die?”  

“I guess they know how it feels!”

As the Demon King charged while shouting when we were talking casually, damn, he’s become even more difficult now that his speech has improved.   

“Did he get blown away?”

“Looks like it…”

Recalling the senior who still hadn’t returned long after being blown away, Mirea and I steeled our resolve.  

“There’s no way the instructor’s disciple would die to an attack like that.”  

“But since he’s the instructor’s disciple… He might have run away.”

“Doesn’t look like imperial troops are coming, and it seems like the other heroes are still fighting the evil god Army…”  

“We have to deal with the Demon King together with this idiot.”  

“Hey, are you talking about me?”  

“You know already.”  

Mirea smiled mischievously and threw away her blade which had become dull, then took out a weapon that was too short to be called a sword but slightly too long to be called a dagger.  

“Does that fit in there?”  

“A special magic pouch gifted by Her Highness.” 

“Huh….”  

Creating spatial and dimensional magic tools is considered the highest difficulty when making magic tools.  

Unless one is a skilled mage, using such magic like long distance teleportation magic is difficult. This pouch doesn’t have that level of magic, but something that secures expanded space is a rare and precious item even among the Raina royal family.  

“How much expansion does it have?”

“Around the size of a small warehouse?”  

That amount of goods would have considerable worth.  

“Just to check, but what’s your standard for a small warehouse?”  

“The smallest food storage warehouse inside the imperial palace.”   

“You’re insane.”  

The food storage warehouses inside the imperial palace stored food in preparation for war or natural disasters. Since they needed to be able to provide supplies not only to the capital but also all cities in the central region, even the smallest warehouse would contain enough food to feed dozens of small cities for months.  

“A national treasure class magic tool…?”  

To compress that size down to a pouch size!  

That alone would be worth national treasure status.  

During wartime, it’s the optimal item for reducing the military force needed to transport food and the danger of enemy ambushes!

With just that pouch, a single soldier would be able to supply food to several legions during war.   

But,  

“If you want it, become the leader of the Ast kidnapping group.”  

“Nevermind then.”  

No matter how precious a national treasure class magic item is, it’s not worth fighting the instructor for.   

“Really?”

“Yeah. After this battle ends, I’m going to beat up the heroes and go live in the countryside as a farmer.”  

A regular farmer has no need for a national treasure class magic tool.

“So you don’t need it.”

“Too bad. If you just polished it a bit more, you could’ve been commander level talent.” 

“…Hey!”

I’m known as one of the strongest heroes, and you’re telling me I’m only commander level? Isn’t that too stingy?

“Then why are you suddenly keeping your distance?”

I heard Mirea’s voice coming from a bit further than before, so I turned my head to see her standing about 20 steps away.

When working as a team, it’s best to stay close to facilitate communication and provide immediate support against enemy attacks. But she was getting farther away from me.  

“The instructor said, anyone who chatters away about the old days on the battlefield, or talks about what they’ll do after the war ends… dies first.”

“Huh?”

“So keep your distance.”

“Oh come on….”

Over 90% of what Mirea learned from the instructor, I learned too. Of course I was right next to her when he said that.

But there’s no need to blindly believe such illogical words. 

Speaking of the old days means looking back at the past. And imagining the time after the war ends means envisioning the future.

Only those giving their all to survive on the battlefield can reminisce about the past or promise the future.

So things like that are…

“Bulls*&t!”

I quickly bow my head.

An enormous scythe of darkness sweeps over where my head just was.  

“Kraaah!”

“Now what is this!”

At the same time, the shadow of the Demon King reflected in the moonlight moves as if it’s alive, approaching near me and shooting out dozens of dark spikes.

“As expected….”

“No, coincidence! Just coincidence!”

It probably really is a coincidence.

The Demon King has been growing stronger over time, right?

I was closer to it than Mirea, so it’s only natural I alone would face its new attack.

“Damn!”

But I can’t deny the psychological blow I suffered from that coincidence.  

It wasn’t someone else’s words, but the instructor’s. So even though I didn’t believe it, a part of me couldn’t help but think ‘could it be…?’.

Plus, 

“Was it aiming at me? It’s focusing its attacks on me right?”

Somehow it feels like the Demon King is fixated on me!  

“The instructor was right after all….”

“Hey, can you give me a hand here!”

I’m being overwhelmed by its focused attacks, but Mirea doesn’t look like she plans on helping.  

She’s keeping her distance, watching me like I’m some plague patient.

“Die…!”

An enormous shadow spear flies straight at me.

At the same time, an massive orb of darkness starts falling from above my head, and thin spikes shoot out from my shadow on the ground.

On top of that, I feel an unsettling vibe behind me. I’m being attacked from all sides.

“So I’ll die here!”

I explode the holy sword’s magic power. 

Rather than condensing and shooting out powerful force through my sword, I forcefully drive unrefined magic power through it like blowing up a bomb, firing a reckless blast.

“Haa… haa… haa….”  

Thanks to the haphazard explosion, I suffered internal injuries. 

I vomit a mouthful of crimson blood, the dizziness worsening.

I couldn’t block every attack either.

While the orb and other attacks from all sides vanished with the magic explosion, several spikes shooting from the ground managed to pierce my leg.  

“This’ll kill me.”

I was on the brink of death.  

Just moving my leg with the holes from the spikes is excruciating. 

Whether fortune or misfortune, the bottles of high grade recovery potions in my pocket broke, spilling over my wounded leg.

It would heal me.  

But I couldn’t handle ingesting such high grade potions in my current state. 

“Damn!”

First I down the holy water issued by the Order to calm my insides.      

Holy water is made by priests and the like instilling divine power into clean, pure water after receiving blessings from saints and deities.

It’s decent enough compared to getting an actual saint’s blessing I guess.  

“Phew….”  

First, grasp my current condition.

My body? Exhausted as hell.  

Dawn was already ending. 

Even when fighting multiple enemies with overwhelming power, I got tired. Now I’m barely holding out against a stronger foe.  

My fatigue stacked up several times worse than usual.

I’m heavily injured inside while covered in small cuts losing quite a bit of blood outside.

I feel beat. And dizzy.

My physical condition is at my utmost worst.  

My mental state isn’t too well either.   

Already unstable from earlier, what Mirea said pushed it over the edge.

I was on the verge of kicking the bucket after all.

The Royal Army watching from afar and Imperial Army observing Instructor somewhere aren’t going to help.

Will the heroes come to assist us soon? I’m uncertain.  

Those guys… Their skills didn’t seem too reliable. 

The only one I can count on is myself.  

This sturdy holy sword that endured the magical explosion and these scales that probably won’t serve me after this fight.  

And….

“Huh?”  

A blank whiteness suddenly fills my mind.

Oh right, I still have it!  

The best weapon currently available for me to use!

#10 Their Circumstances: Some Heroes’ Circumstances

“Kraaah!”  

“Haa… haa… haa….”

I defeated a giant three-headed monster.  

A mutated cyclops with three heads and three eyes lacking blind spots, and four arms possessing the strength to crush anything.  

A monster so powerful even the corrupted ogres seemed trivial in comparison.  

And I took it down.

“It’s over!”

“We… We won!”

“Waaah!” 

Victory cries were bursting out from everywhere.

Just as I had killed the mutant Cyclops, other heroes had also defeated the monsters possessed by evil.

The two-headed dragon with wings in the sky was defeated by the hero of the Skies and the hero of Eyes. The Hydra with twelve snake heads on one body was defeated by the hero of the Seas and the hero of the Earth. The Minotaur variant, three times larger than a normal Minotaur was defeated by the hero of Victory and Glory.

In addition, they were able to defeat all the monsters that, even if not possessed by evil, were still enough of a threat to humans.

The damage was extensive. 

Countless troops died and countless heroes lost their lives.

The reason why people are shouting victory cheers rather than mourning is because the enemy was that powerful.

We brought down such powerful enemies.

Now there is no threat left that can threaten humanity!

We rejoiced that we had secured the peace of the world.

“Phew…”

The moment these cheers end, we’ll plunge into deep sorrow.

While recovering the corpses of comrades who fought together, risking their lives, we will shed tears.

Some may live with trauma they can never forget.

We have to take them all away before that happens.

Before our swords are dulled by grief!

“The cheers are still ongoing. Still… The Demon King remains!”

With that one line amplified with magical power, the cheers were abruptly cut off.

The Demon King. 

An apostle who follows the evil god, and one who tries to destroy the world.

If we don’t eliminate him, the army of the evil god can arise again anytime.

Realizing this, the soldiers shut their mouths and raised their weapons with hardened determination.

“Sir Swin, the hero of Nature, is fighting the Demon King… but too much time has passed.”

Sir Swin is strong.

He is regarded as the strongest hero in history, beyond comparison to the likes of me.

However, the opponent was the Demon King.

No matter how highly regarded he was… There was no guarantee he was unharmed.

“We have to help Sir Swin as soon as possible. I know it’s difficult for everyone, but please hang in there a little longer.”

Experienced commanders selected the injured and a minority of the troops to evacuate, while taking command of the remaining forces.

The remaining troops began to move quickly with us towards the dwarven castle.

“Hero!”

Before I knew it, those words came out of my mouth.

I’m a hero too, but in my eyes, Sir Swin unleashing golden magical power looked exactly like the legendary hero himself.

The fact that he had endured against the Demon King this long was remarkable in itself, and it looked like a woman was gathering magical power to launch a lethal attack while fighting the Demon King.

“Hero, no, let’s support Sir Swin!”

Heroes gripping holy swords prepare to attack. Behind them, soldiers from the Allied Kingdoms get ready to provide support.

Priests and knights from the Order begin bestowing blessings upon the heroes and soldiers.

The moment Sir Swin’s final attack begins, so that everyone can attack the Demon King!

And then… Sir Swin, who had gathered the full might of his magic…

“It says if you catch the Instructor with this letter, he’ll let you catch him forever, waaah!”

He shouted in a voice that seemed to echo across the whole world…

“What the, what’s that?”

I blurted out words I couldn’t understand.

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