I Quit the Hero’s Party Chapter 266

〈 Episode 266 〉 Reality and Ideals (3)

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Destel was called a realistic hero.

Galahal is called the ideal warrior.

Although they are said to be polar opposites, the two do not particularly deny each other’s methods. Even though we may have likes and dislikes, we do not consider each other right or wrong.

‘why?’

It is difficult for Raniel to understand that fact.

『Don’t force your ideals. Because not everyone can become like Raniel.』

Destel said so.

『Don’t each person have their own path? If you don’t give up, the struggle is worth it.』

Galahal also said something similar.

Raniel quietly ponders the words they left behind.

“Push!”

“Hit!” “Don’t rest and move!”

The surroundings are noisy.

The sound of spear knives clashing, the bones of keel soldiers breaking, and the sounds of necromancers screaming linger in my ears.

It was the middle of the battlefield.

Raniel thought as he moved his body.

It goes without saying, but hearing just a few words will not relieve the worries that have built up over the years. If it had been that light of a concern, I wouldn’t have suffered so much.

However, it is enough to cause a change of heart.

A small ripple appears in Raniel’s unchanging feelings. The calm lake is shaking. So, while his mind was confused, Raniel suddenly looked back on his life.

From as objective a perspective as possible.

2.

There is a human named Raniel Van Trias.

His original name was not that grandiose.

My parents, who ran a small library in a suburban village, named their child Raniel. It had no particular meaning.

A child grows up and loses his or her parents.

My hometown was reduced to ashes.

The wandering child is taken in by a wizard and begins to be called Raniel Van Trias.

Until then, it’s normal.

The child was just a wizard who liked magic and had a somewhat twisted personality. He is a wizard who can do more than others. The child began to change when a word was added to the front of his name.

The wise man, Raniel van Trias.

The young man who becomes the warrior’s companion begins to change. Because he had no choice but to change.

Raniel van Trias is unbending.

That’s true, in a good or bad way.

A man named Raniel van Trias always wants to be perfect. Because a wise man must be perfect. He must be perfect, even for the sake of those who died for him. The wise man thought so.

Even running away.

Stepping back too.

Hesitation too.

Even turning away.

Nothing is allowed to oneself.

Because I thought that was taking responsibility and that it was the attitude a human being should have when standing in front of everyone. He thought so, so Raniel lived.

I wanted to stay upright. always.

Whether it was difficult or not, I had to do it that way.

『I offer up half of my life.』

My body was destroyed. She burned her life. And yet he never collapsed. That’s how Ran El kept his own beliefs. He wanted to show someone by keeping it.

I am standing like this and holding on.

I want to be perfect.

It endures without giving in to anything.

『So, you too.』

You too, who are looking at me.

『You too, stand up.』

『Stand up and grab your sword.』

Stand up and follow me.

I don’t say take the lead. If you can, follow next to me, or if you can’t do that, follow behind me. It’s a support for that.

Raniel does not know that this is a difficult task. Just because she is her doesn’t mean she can’t understand others. Raniel also sympathizes with the fear they feel.

I understand and sympathize.

But I can’t stand by their side.

Someone has to take the lead. Someone has to be a light. If a warrior cannot fulfill that role, he must become such a being himself.

The weaker Kyle becomes.

The more he loses his shine as a warrior.

Raniel stepped forward further.

He tried to take on Kyle’s role and cried out for his ideals on behalf of everyone. I endured it for several years like that. I trust that Kyle will stand up someday. I am confident that you will stand right next to me again.

『The black dragon was defeated. The black dragon, the black dragon that was called a disaster and reigned for hundreds of years… we defeated it, Raniel!

『Everyone calls our names.』

『I was rewarded for my efforts. We weren’t wrong. Let’s keep going together like this, like this. Raniel.』

Raniel firmly believed that the dream he had talked about with a smile in Berta Gorge could come true.

『Raniel.』

But what about the ending?

『You are not suitable for us.』

Expectations were betrayed.

Trust has been trampled.

What Raniel felt at that time was a terrible sense of betrayal. The feeling of being denied everything you have built up, the sense of desperation that comes with anger. He felt that way at the time…

‘now···.’

A year of living as Rania, not Raniel.

That one year made Raniel have different feelings. I’m still angry, I’m still disappointed, but I have the space to not get buried in those feelings.

『What on earth are you? You, and only you.』

Kyle said I was special.

Because he was special, he said he couldn’t be me.

『It means that not everyone can be like your brother.』

Destel also said something similar.

Not everyone can be like me, so I told them not to force their ideals on others.

Two sentences, two conversations.

They have something in common.

It wasn’t difficult to find common ground. Rania’s lips parted. The voice that leaked out between parted lips was not only plain, but even dry.

“···It’s just that they didn’t see me as a human being.”

He says he doesn’t feel any fear.

I’m doing this because I like it.

He didn’t feel despair or anything, so he willingly lived half his life and didn’t give up.

Not overcoming it.

I was born like that from the beginning.

From what I heard them say, it seemed like they really thought that way. Even though it wasn’t true, they thought so. Raniel feels bitter about that fact. Stronger than ever.

However, do not turn away.

He is also the same as always Raniel.

‘I found the problem.’

Now it was time to find the answer.

“······.”

Raniel shook off the thoughts that were filling his head.

Look at reality with open eyes.

Even while immersed in contemplation, Raniel was moving his body like a machine and sweeping away the demon lord’s army. His feet are full of broken bones. So, what’s ahead?

“Wow, big…!”

There is a necromancer who makes a crunching sound while being held in his grasp. Facing that face that was turning completely white, Rani El tightened his fingers.

Very slightly.

That was enough.

“Wow,” the necromancer’s body, with his neck bent, goes limp. Ran El lifted his head as he trampled on the necromancer’s skull, which he had thrown to the floor, with his boots. What he sees is a gaping canyon.

Berta Gorge.

A place where I dreamed and saw hope.

Raniel slowly exhaled from the canyon where the head of disaster had once fallen.

『To accept weakness.』

『To move forward despite suffering.』

『So, isn’t it meaningful?』

And then Raniel makes a choice.

Make choices that your normal self wouldn’t make.

2.

Destel’s eyes move even faster due to the variable that has occurred. There was more than one variable, and if we were to be careful, there was a high possibility that the situation would turn around.

While he was busy giving instructions.

『I heard that a variable occurred.』

An electric sound rang in my ears.

It is a message heard through a communication magic tool provided only to important people. That voice was familiar.

‘Rania van Trias.’

It’s definitely her voice.

Destel frowned at that voice. That’s because she had a vague idea of ​​why she was communicating now.

‘You’re trying to do something.’

She is a person who resembles my older brother.

Like Raniel, is that girl also trying to express her dissatisfaction with his strategy? Are you trying to deny your own method and prove it is correct?

It’s not very good news.

Destel opened his mouth and clicked his tongue briefly.

“hey.”

Destel answered in a nervous voice.

“I told you not to interfere with the operation…”

『Give instructions. I’ll do whatever you tell me.』

However, the voice heard was completely different from what Destel expected. What did you just say? While Destel was doubting his hearing, a voice rang out again.

『Whether you use abandon language or anything else, give instructions as you normally do. To me too.』

she added.

『I should see that, because I think I can at least try to understand you.』

Are you trying to understand me?

What is that girl talking about? It is difficult to read the true meaning of the words. It was difficult, but I couldn’t afford to do that right now.

“I need to know what level you are at so I can decide whether to command you or not. “I don’t even know that, so how can I…”

『Raniel.』

The girl spoke plainly

『What Raniel Van Trias can do, I can do too. Just calculate it like that.』

“That’s terrible. “Where else can you find such a monster…”

It’s very pretentious.

This is the moment when Destel thought so.

Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

A loud noise rang out from somewhere.

If you turn your head to where the sound came from, you can see that part of the canyon is collapsing. Also, the image of a girl who broke through everything that stood in her way.

『Are you done?』

“······.”

After a moment of silence, Destel gave instructions.

3.

Bertha Canyon annihilation battle.

The operation was disrupted right after one of the necromancer’s towers was destroyed. As a dark red wave exploded, something flew up from underneath the canyon.

Kieeeeek!

It is an army of wyverns, and judging by their unusually shiny black scales, they are clearly the elite soldiers of the Demon King’s army. So it must have been a reaction to the raid.

However, that much was expected.

This is the time when the knights sharpened their spear swords to deal with the flying wyverns. Once again, an oversized variable struck the canyon.

Huh.

A strong wind blew.

The ranks of the knights are shaken by the blowing wind. And the knights saw. The shadow that blocks the sun and falls on the ground. The shadows are different from those of the wyverns.

The knights looked up at the sky and muttered blankly.

“Dragon···.”

Not a wyvern, but a dragon.

A dragon that was easily twenty times the size of the wyvern looked down at the knights from the sky. The intimidation that comes from that huge body is on a different level.

···In recent years, dragons are no longer called the rulers of the sky. It’s just the glory of the past.

Even the black dragon, the pinnacle of dragons, was subjugated by humans. Humans caused countless dragons to fall to the ground. The dragon is no longer the ruler of the sky or a symbol of immortality.

But, that doesn’t mean that.

It is by no means possible to ignore the existence of dragons.

Dragons are still a threat. Even more so if it is in the middle of the battlefield.

【———————!】

A roar comes out from the dragon’s gaping maw.

A dragon-specific technique called howling, which charges the sound itself with mana and lashes out at the area. The knights stumble, covering their ears.

Hwareuk.

Next, a spark bursts into the dragon’s mouth.

There is no knight who does not know what it is a precursor to. Hastily erecting shields, the magic knights recite spells.

Tuhwaaagh!

Flames engulf the canyon.

The knights shed heavy sweat as they endure the heat of the roaring flames. They intuit. If we don’t tie that dragon here, this operation will fail.

『Hold on.』

And, their commanders also make the same judgment.

With electric sounds ringing in their ears, the knights grit their teeth and endure the heat. The armor of the knights holding the great shield begins to melt from the heat.

Chi profit.

Even as their skin burns, the knights persevere.

‘If it’s just one, there’s a good chance.’

If there is only one, you may be able to win by aiming for the moment when the breath stops. It’s not an easy task, but it’s not impossible…

However, that thought does not last long.

Because there was more than just a dragon on the battlefield.

The wyvern is also waiting for the moment when its breath stops. The necromancers riding on their backs are chanting spells. The knights sense the end.

There is no chance of winning.

It just buys even one second more time.

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“Did you hear?”

『Yes, Destel. I was listening.』

“As you know, I am someone whose top priority is the success of the operation. “My strategy will not change just because I have new forces.”

『I guess so.』

“I will use that bold young lady to complete the operation as quickly as possible. I ordered the knights to destroy the tower. I will leave the dragon that suddenly appears alone. “Because this is a race against time.”

“I understand.”

“but.”

“yes.”

“I’m not going to force that on you.”

“Thank you.”

“···Chloe, are you with that child now?”

『Yes, of course.』

“Then show it to her.”

『What do you mean?』

“Are you asking because you don’t know?”

Destel laughed bitterly.

“What kind of hero do people want?”

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The heat of the breath subsides.

Even though they felt this, the knights’ faces were dark. Because I know what comes after the breath stops.

With a body exhausted from blocking the breath, you must block the spells of the necromancers. You must counter the Wyvern’s hand-to-hand attack. It’s something close to impossible, and even if you happen to succeed at it…

‘The breath will pour again.’

And then there is annihilation.

The ending is clearly pictured in my mind. As death approaches, step by step, the knights feel fear. They are also human. You can’t be free from fear.

However, a knight is a word that refers to someone who is determined.

They resist until the last moment, hoping that their sacrifice will be worthwhile. Eventually, the breath stopped, and the necromancer’s hands flashed beyond the fading heat.

A terrible, terrible spell is coming.

What is being shot at them now is a terrible spell that is so painful that they will have to become their playthings forever even after death… The knights, sensing this fact, grit their teeth.

And, at that moment.

Ssssssssssssssssssssss!

A beam of platinum-colored light shot out with the sound of cutting through the wind, pierced the head of the necromancer who was preparing the largest spell, and lodged in the nape of the neck of the wyvern he was riding.

“Wow!”

With the short-haired horse’s scream, the gathered magical energy loses control. Other necromancers hurriedly tried to control the huge mana that had begun to run wild…

Flashing.

The beam of light embedded in the wyvern’s neck blinks white. The light that flickers and emits is platinum-colored. It is starlight that rejects and disturbs the magic energy (？？).

Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Starlight explodes with a roar.

Pieces of flesh bounce in all directions, and out-of-control spells engulf the necromancers along with the wyverns. With a patter, bodies fall to the ground.

It’s not just corpses that fall.

In the aftermath of the explosion, someone grabbed the spear blade that was floating in the air and landed in front of the knights.

widely.

The white collar flutters.

In his hand, he holds a holy spear shining brilliantly in platinum color. There is no knight who doesn’t know what’s going on behind the scenes.

“The warrior, Galahal.”

The most heroic warrior.

“I will join you.”

Galahal, the hero of the holy spear.

He stood in front of the knights.

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fantasy,