episode_0047

I was on my way to leave for my second ordeal.

There were two carriages in total that we rode in.

Was it divided into front and rear?

Otherwise, was it divided by gender?

The warrior and I were in the first carriage.

And in the second carriage rode a saint and a wizard.

to be honest-.

Now that I am alone with the hero.

I felt uncomfortable.

It was extremely awkward.

I thought we became a little closer after the last training.

Looks like that wasn’t the case.

The hero remained silent, narrowing his brows. I also couldn’t talk to that hero.

Truly, it was a silent carriage.

I don’t know what it’s like on the other side of the carriage, but at least it won’t be bright on that side either.

Because the relationship between the saint and the wizard did not seem to be good.

Once I got over this silence, I asked the hero.

“… Was there a change after becoming a hero?”

“What changes?”

“Just a change as a warrior.”

I was curious about this before.

Did he become a warrior because he was talented?

Or, did he become talented because he became a warrior?

For example, the question was whether it was congenital or acquired.

to be honest-.

My opponent is the church.

If God takes the side of the cult.

No, that’s likely to be the case.

In that case, if we drastically increase the number of talented people, we will be in a lot of trouble.

“I don’t know.”

You don’t know?

The expression of a grumpy warrior.

He seemed completely uninterested in my question.

“Was there no change?”

“No. I don’t know. What I was like before I became a warrior.”

“You don’t know?”

“Okay. Because I lived an ordinary life before I became a hero.”

… Umm.

I felt like I roughly knew it.

Of course, I found out something other than the answer to the question.

This is why the warrior is angry.

‘The hero is complaining now.’

Like a child.

Because I feel like my normal daily life has been taken away.

Therefore, it is clear that he is grumpy and irritated.

He probably hates the church.

but-.

Even considering the character of a hero like this.

‘… ‘Recruitment to the rebels is ambiguous.’

I do not know.

Although he has a grudge against the church, he does not seem to be hostile to the church.

I think I will go into hiding as soon as I finish the battle with the Demon King.

I don’t think I’ll ever join the rebels.

It doesn’t seem like he’s that angry with the church to begin with.

For now, I think we’ll have to wait and see about recruiting warriors as rebels.

“Hmm… I guess so.”

first-.

Although the question of the hero being selected was not resolved.

Because it’s not really that important.

actually.

If it were possible to mass produce people with the talent of a warrior.

‘The goddess will give strength to even the warrior’s companions.’

Since I didn’t do that, of course it’s impossible.

It wasn’t anything to worry about.

“… But.”

Hesitantly, the hero asked me.

“… Why did you join as a colleague?”

… Join us.

I don’t know how many times I hear this sound.

Does it seem so strange to have me as a colleague?

“Is there a reason? It’s to defeat the Demon King.”

“Okay… ?”

Why?

The warrior looked much more relaxed at my answer.

***

For the past four days.

Moved by carriage.

but-.

It was no longer possible to go this comfortably.

The carriage suddenly stopped.

It was a steep mountain road.

“This road is not suitable for carriages.”

At the coachman’s words, I had no choice but to get off the carriage and move on.

Behind me, I saw the wizard grumbling and getting off the carriage.

It wasn’t that far anyway.

and-.

Because it was midday.

It seemed like if I walked up quickly, I would be able to arrive at the second ordeal location in time.

So the carriage left and everyone gathered together.

The warrior said.

“… Going up.”

The warrior began to rise in that order, followed by the wizard and the saint.

I was last.

A rough, steep road.

Was it because I was blind?

The saintess climbed very slowly, with precarious steps.

As a result, there was quite a bit of distance from the second wizard, but it wasn’t that far away either.

and-.

The precarious saint must have adapted soon, and began to gain considerable speed.

But at that moment-.

The roots of a tree protrude slightly.

The saint tripped on the root and was about to fall.

Instinctively, I stretched out my hand and pulled the saint toward me.

Naturally, it looked like a saint was being held in my arms.

“No!”

The saint immediately pushed me away.

Unfortunately, my foot caught on something and I fell backwards awkwardly.

to be honest-.

I felt bad.

I helped you, but this is what I got.

It was unpleasant.

“Sorry, sorry.”

A saintess who has turned pale.

Even though he couldn’t see, he seemed to understand what he had done through sound.

You probably can’t see that I’m frowning.

“It is done. Please go up.”

I felt like I was going to get angry for no reason, so I told the saint to go up first.

The saint hesitated for a moment.

He soon followed what I said.

“… After.”

It was absurd.

What on earth did I do wrong?

Does it suddenly change like that?

And why does my heart feel so tight?

I couldn’t figure it out, so I got annoyed.

I looked at the back of the saint.

It looks shabby.

It would have been better if I had acted like a wizard.

If so, I’m sure… .

to be honest-.

I wanted to ask the saint directly.

‘Why has your attitude toward me changed?’

Why is it suddenly like I can’t even come into contact with me?

Have you started acting like that?

I wanted to ask.

but-.

I myself knew that there was no need for that in the first place.

It was something I had forgotten for a while.

The saint is a symbol of the religious order, and the religious order is my enemy.

… Because he will be my biggest enemy in the future.

A being that you should never become friends with.

You shouldn’t even pay attention in the first place.

My mind becomes complicated.

What on earth do I want to do?

Isn’t it already decided?

Revenge on the church.

Why do you want to protect someone who is like a symbol of your enemy?

I imagined it for a moment.

The saint-.

I imagine abandoning the church and being on my side.

If you do that.

Maybe I am.

No, it was clear that I would accept the saint as a rebel.

… The beauty world is a great weapon.

Now I have finally learned the horrors of the beauty world.

I stood up, shaking off the dust.

I sighed deeply and lowered my head.

“After… . Come to your senses.”

however-.

Right in the center of my field of vision.

My vision toward the floor caught a strange object.

A ring that sparkles, reflecting the sunlight.

no.

It looks like there’s a thread hanging from the ring.

It was a ring necklace.

A necklace with a flower-shaped ring.

If it’s usually used as a ring or necklace, obviously.

engagement.

Why is such a precious item here?

… ah!

Is she really a saint?

Quite by accident. The ring necklace may have fallen here.

Common sense would suggest that it was just dropped by a saint.

but-.

It was impossible.

I bent down and reached for the ring necklace.

and-.

The moment I touch this ring.

The image of a saint wearing a ring necklace was depicted.

But why?

The saint of my imagination.

She had both eyes open.

but-.

It was different from anything I had seen before.

The saint’s eyes must have been empty.

Those eyes were shining blue.

… Really.

Blue eyes that are said to be beautiful.

and-.

The saint laughed.

With a very innocent smile.

I felt my heart pounding so hard that my breathing stopped.

Embarrassed, I quickly took my hand off the ring.

maybe-.

What I saw.

“Are you saying it’s a hallucination?”

Although it was difficult to understand.

It seems like I was hallucinating on my own.

Anyway.

It looks like he was paying too much attention to the saint.

After calming down, I picked up the ring.

When I lifted the ring, the string slipped out with a ‘sudden’ sound.

All that’s left is the ring.

I thought about bringing a necklace string too.

I quit.

Because the line was very frayed.

“… Still, it’s not from a saint, right?”

Under the circumstances, it may be that of a saint.

Because it is impossible for a saint to be engaged.

first-.

I leave this behind.

I hurriedly headed the way I was going.

Before I knew it, the distance between me and my group had widened significantly.

It didn’t matter.

Because there was only one road anyway.

***

I increased my speed a little.

Everyone was gathered together and waiting for me.

It wasn’t exactly waiting for me.

He must have arrived and rested.

“Oh, is that a warrior?”

A middle-aged woman pointed at me.

maybe.

He must be like the sentinel of the second trial.

“That’s right.”

I nodded and confirmed what the middle-aged woman said.

“Ah, nice to meet you. This is Karen, the second sentinel of the ordeal. Oh hoho, it’s a watchman. I’m somehow embarrassed.”

Karen.

She looked like an ordinary middle-aged person.

“First of all, it’s late today, so why not stay at my house. It’s quite spacious, so there’s plenty of room for four people to sleep!”

Even as they guided us to our accommodation, Karen’s mouth did not rest.

“Honestly, I never thought something like this would happen. Hohoho, as I live, the day comes when I hear the secret of birth.

I am a watchman. My ancestor was a watchman. You have no idea how surprised I was when the letter from the church arrived.”

talker.

It made me wonder how I could survive in the mountains.

however-.

There was a being in my field of vision that looked noticeably different from usual.

Saint.

She kept looking around, wondering what was making her anxious.

He was biting his lower lip and looked like he was blaming himself.

‘… no way?’

The ring I picked up.

Was that why he changed like that?

But this ring-.

‘It must be a ring that signifies engagement… ?’

A saint is engaged.

I’d never heard of it and couldn’t possibly do it.

Or maybe she was engaged before she became a saint?

but-.

This was an area I was unfamiliar with.

Saint. There was no information about her.

As if it had been deleted.

There was absolutely no information related to the saint.

A situation full of doubts.

But why?

The saint had a fiancé.

For some reason, a part of my heart began to ache.