I Quit the Hero’s Party Chapter 280

〈 Episode 280 〉 Constellations (1)

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Time passed quickly on the battlefield, and it was time to return to the royal capital. Although the schedule was earlier than expected, there were no major problems as the above objectives were achieved.

“The mood has changed a bit?”

“is that so?”

“huh. many.”

“I guess it’s because I learned a lot of things.”

Chloe laughed at my words.

The smile was the same as always, but the mana flowing through Chloe’s body was a little clearer.

‘Your expression also looks a bit brighter.’

Before coming to the battlefield, he looked as if he was worried about something… but now, he seemed to have found his own answer, and his expression seemed much more at ease.

A little over a month spent on the battlefield.

During that time, Chloe saw a lot and learned a lot. Through her watching and learning, she grew. It’s always fun to see your students grow. And, in this case, it was especially so.

“I learned a little more clearly what a hero is and what he should be.”

Because Chloe has achieved mental growth.

Simply becoming better at handling mana and being able to draw a few more circuits is not called growth. Being clear about my goals and having faith is also clear growth.

‘It’s not a visible, tangible growth…’

Maybe that’s why it’s more important.

This month-long journey was meaningful in that Chloe achieved such growth. The purpose of bringing Chloe to the battlefield was precisely for this purpose.

“Good.”

I smiled.

It was a good thing. really.

“Then shall we go?”

The work on the battlefield is finished.

Now it was time to return to the royal capital. There weren’t many people who came to meet us as we quietly left the battlefield, and Destel was among them.

“···What are you?”

“what.”

I blinked when I saw Destel come out to meet me.

Because its appearance is a little different from the Destel I know. I guess I wasn’t the only one who thought that way, as Galahal was also glancing at Destel as if he was unfamiliar with it.

I raised my arm and pointed at Destel’s clothes and hair.

“What are those clothes and hair styles?”

Destel’s frizzy hair was swept over his forehead, and the sight of Destel wearing the uniform of a captured warrior instead of his usual shabby attire… was very unfamiliar.

‘Is this really Destel?’

As I was tilting my head, Destel clicked his tongue briefly.

“You have to show your form in front of your juniors. Is it okay if I pretend not to know? Anyway, look at how oblivious he is, just like my brother.”

“what?”

“Let’s not talk.”

Destel sighed and passed me, approaching Chloe who was standing behind me. Then, he bent down slightly and was at eye level with Chloe.

“Chloe.”

With the warrior’s uniform draped around his shoulders, Destel called out Chloe’s name. It was not a tired voice, but a soft one.

“Thank you for your hard work for a month.”

Destel smiled.

My eyes narrowed as I watched that scene from the side. That’s because that smile wasn’t all that unfamiliar.

‘Before it was called Bigul…’

This was the smile that Destel often wore back when he was called the most realistic warrior and was on par with Galahal. A natural, yet unfamiliar smile.

“Please do your best.”

“Yes, Destel.”

Chloe nodded her head loudly.

Destel took a step back with a chuckle. She then looked at me with her eyes narrowed and she sneered.

“why. Is it strange?”

“······.”

“It seems indescribably strange. I know. “This doesn’t suit me.”

I slowly opened my mouth.

“Just try doing that on a regular basis.”

“···what?”

“Don’t go around smiling sinisterly, but go around with confidence.”

I sighed and laughed.

Leaving behind Destel, who was looking at me as if I was dumbfounded, we got into the carriage. The carriage carrying the three moved smoothly along the road toward the royal capital.

Chloe has grown up.

Now, it was time to prepare for the ordeal that was just around the corner.

2.

A few things happened after returning to the royal capital.

Among them, the most important one was Kalt, who screamed after hearing what happened on the battlefield.

“At this point, isn’t your senior causing bad news? Why, wherever I go, incidents…”

There were a few punches, and Kalt, whose snowball was swollen, sighed and said.

“It’s a joke, I’ve heard rumors.”

There was no need to ask what the rumor was.

It’s probably about the undead wearing Uncle Kuntel’s skin. Kalt muttered, sinking into the backrest.

“I should have followed you too.”

“If I had you, I might have been able to catch you. “Because I was really just one step short.”

“···Were you strong?”

Were you strong?

I answered with a laugh.

“Yeah, like crazy.”

“I heard that even though there were a group of Holy Knights called Kariot who were close to the level of superhumans, Mr. Galahal, and even a senior there… I heard that the fight was not easy.”

“It’s not that easy. “She almost died, and she might have had to give up one of her arms.”

My shoulder where I was stabbed by the knife still throbs.

The injuries were all healed, but the movements the undead showed at the last moment… were beyond imagination.

A silver-white sword light that cut through the flash of light and the spell.

As if to prove that it was not a lie that he had been touched by the sword of death, the sword strike while neglecting his own body was beyond imagination.

“I guess I need to practice more.”

Kalt sighed and wiped his eyes.

I glanced at that figure, then took something out of my robe and placed it in front of Kalt.

“···This?”

Kalt blinked.

I said, pointing to the sword (?) on the table.

“The sword that Uncle Kuntel carried. And, it’s the sword that the undead was holding.”

A sword lost in a battle with the Sword of Death.

It was once broken, but I don’t know how, but it was reborn as a whole sword.

“I did some research and there was no problem with the knife itself. “There is no demon energy (？？) left.”

I said, pushing my sword towards Kalt.

“I think you’d better keep it.”

Kalt picked up the sword without saying a word.

The blade pulled out of the scabbard glowed silver-white. As a sword forged from rare metal, the blade did not become dull, let alone break, even in a melee.

A sharp, shining blade.

Kalt said while looking at it.

“It’s the forging technology of Sword Canyon.”

“···okay?”

“Yes, I have heard it from Kuntel. “In the Valley of the Sword, there was a master who forged swords from rare metal, and it is said that the master put a wave pattern on the blade.”

Just like this.

Kalt twisted his blade. There was a wave pattern engraved on the blade, which reflected light at an angle.

“···The sword must have been broken, but the wave pattern is intact. As if it were newly forged. “It’s strange.”

Kalt muttered, “Okay,” and put the blade back into its sheath.

“Can I keep it?”

“There is no one else to write to but you. “I was thinking of giving it to the Sword Demon, but it looks a bit different from the sword the Sword Demon uses.”

“His swordsmanship is not so much a heavy blow, but a scary series of sword strikes… so the direction itself is a bit different.”

Kalt said, looking at Carl.

“I will use it well.”

With mixed eyes, Kalt looked at the sword for a while.

After giving the sword to Kalt, nothing special happened. There were about ten days left until Chloe underwent the hero’s trials, and I often visited the Black Magic Tower where Chloe stayed to give special lectures.

It was one morning when such a daily routine continued.

Early in the morning, I was having a meal with my teacher and taking a walk in the garden. A familiar figure stood in front of the mansion’s door.

“Galahal?”

“Ah, Rania.”

It was the first time Galahal visited the mansion.

Since returning from the battlefield, Galahal has been busily moving around from place to place without knowing what he is doing. When I asked him if he had some business to do, Gala Hal immediately handed me a poster.

“This exhibition. “Why don’t we go together?”

The poster I received had ‘100 heroes who brought glory to the kingdom’s history’ written in large letters. It was indeed a topic that Galahal would have enjoyed.

“I heard that along with the statue of Ganur, the hero of salvation, his autobiography will be revealed for the first time…”

“So you want to go?”

Galahal smiled sheepishly and nodded.

“It’s an exhibition I’ve been meaning to visit for a long time, but I missed it all because I was on the battlefield. “Exhibitions like this are only held in the royal capital.”

And that’s it.

Galahal mumbled and looked at me.

“I was thinking about what I wanted to do, and this is what immediately came to mind.”

“Well, because you like heroic stories.”

I handed the poster back to Galahal.

“I don’t mind going with you, but aren’t you a little reluctant when there are a lot of people? “There’s too much attention.”

“I’m a little worried about that. “An exhibition of this scale would attract quite a lot of people…”

I burst out laughing.

“Then don’t do that, let’s just go now.”

“yes? However, the exhibition opens in three days…”

“I usually prepare everything like this a few days in advance. It’s just that the disclosure is made on time. “I know this because I have prepared something like this a few times at the Magic Tower, and there is a way.”

Galahal is a man who only makes money but does not know how to spend it. I rummaged through the pocket of my robe and took out a small rectangular card.

A card that shines in gold.

I smiled as I waved the card, called the Gold Card, on which all my assets were stored, in front of Galahal.

“Money is everything.”

3.

“yes? Pre-release is basically…”

“■■■■■■■■.”

“Money, even if you spend money.”

“■■■■■■■■■.”

“Huh, huh.”

“■■■■■■■■■■.”

It didn’t take a lot of money to buy the conscience of the exhibition manager. The general manager, who was breathing harder as his amount increased, eventually nodded his head when Gala Hal appeared next to me.

“···If Galahal is with you, the story is a little different. Mr. Galahal is like a person involved in this exhibition.”

“yes? “Do you mean me?”

“of course. If you have time, it would be nice if you could at least leave an autograph in the relevant corner.”

The person in charge smiled and let us into the exhibition. We rented an exhibition hall that wasn’t even open yet for a day and walked around the exhibition freely.

“Oh oh···!”

Galahal’s eyes lit up and he walked around the exhibition. Galahal took several commemorative photos in front of the statue as if he were a child.

“This is a statue of Efta, a warrior called a master archer. In history, it is very rare for a star weapon to appear in the form of a bow, but among them, Efta’s weapon is…”

I burst into laughter as I watched Galahal explain step by step every time I saw the statue.

100 heroes who brightened the kingdom’s history.

Naturally, most of them are heroes or companions of heroes. We walked along the statues of heroes placed in order according to the flow of the times.

Portraits, statues, and models of weapons used by heroes. An anecdote of heroism that accompanies it.

“Gannur of salvation.”

As I was walking, I stopped in front of the hero with that name. A hero who earned the nickname Salvation (??) because he saved countless people from a burning city.

“Is this your idol?”

Galahal nodded to my question.

“Yes, that’s right.”

Galahal was standing in front of the statue and reading an autobiography written by Ganur.

“Even though there are some parts that are different from fairy tales… after all, you are someone who deserves to be called Salvation.”

After taking a few more photos in front of the statue, Galahal walked away. As you take a step forward, time passes, from as little as a year or two to as long as several decades. How long did it take to walk like that?

Time no longer refers to the past.

Those ahead are heroes living in the present. Heroes who have not yet died and are writing their own stories.

[Hero, Kyle Torben]

As soon as I entered there, I frowned at the name I saw, but I didn’t show it and skimmed through the anecdotes related to Kyle.

There is a long list of achievements, but the achievement that stands out the most is ‘slaying the black dragon.’ Kyle’s statue was sculpted to show him stepping on the head of a huge black dragon.

“Ah, Raniel, you are here too.”

Galahal pointed to one side of the statue.

There was also a statue of me not far from Kyle. While standing in front of the statue, I inadvertently burst into laughter.

[Sage, Raniel van Trias.]

A statue with a solemn expression.

I asked Galahal a question, pointing to a portrait or photo next to it.

“Did I look like this?”

“It’s similar.”

“It really looks like you stabbed someone to death.”

The eyes are so fierce that they are even murderous.

While looking at unfamiliar photos of my past without knowing why, I turned my head. Galahal, who was walking ahead, stopped in front of a statue.

[Hero, Galahal.]

A statue of a warrior holding a holy spear.

Galahar was looking at his statue in silence.

“It’s an amazing feeling.”

He said.

“To be named in the same space as so many heroes… and people I dreamed of as a child. “It feels a bit strange.”

“Is that so?”

I stood next to Galahal.

The achievements that Galahal has accumulated are introduced one by one before your eyes. How many battlefields and how many people did he save? What has he achieved?

And, at the end, how did it come to be called?

[The most heroic warrior.]

I poked Galahal’s side with my elbow, pointing to a phrase written in bold letters.

“Do you see that phrase?”

“Yes, I can see it. “Stop stabbing me.”

“You look in good spirits.”

Galahal, who was straining the corners of his mouth to control his expression, eventually burst into laughter.

“Yes, really…”

He smiled as if he was really happy.

“Anyway, it looks like I’ve already achieved my dream.”

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fantasy,