episode_0157

After a passionate night in the carriage, a morning like any other day came. There was no watch at all, but the horses, carriage, and fire that had been lit were all safe.

Even if everything else is the same, the bonfire was not maintained, so how on earth is it safe? When I asked Wayne, he said it was caused by something similar to the warrior’s protection. Stella was also taking care of her child meticulously in many ways.

“Now that I think about it… Wayne, you’re still a hero, right?”

“You didn’t take the holy sword, so that’s probably it for now.”

In fact, it was not a new thing, as Stella herself had said that she had no intention of selecting a new hero unless Wayne died. However, contrary to this reality, the problem was that people’s perception of Wayne was not very good.

“I heard this somewhere, but people say Wayne, you are a corrupt warrior.”

“…Even if it’s just me, I don’t think good things can come out of a human being who has been alive for over hundreds of years.”

Wayne seemed to be deliberately avoiding the main reason. It probably reflected her personality of not wanting to blame others. So, I told her the real reason on her behalf.

“That’s not really a problem. If you think about it, didn’t that happen because Arjen ran away?”

Arjen (Viola) lost her sanity due to separation from me and went on a rampage, destroying everything around her. Wayne, who was supposed to protect humanity from such threats, had already pledged his life to Arjen long ago, so there was nothing he could do.

All Wayne could do was stay by Arjen’s side and avoid people’s attention. They desperately hope for my return.

“If we leave it like this, the gossip about Arjen will quiet down again. Above all, we are distributing food to all mankind without compensation.”

Gong can be destroyed by Gong, and Gong can be overwritten by Gong. It was a simple logic. Unless something special happens, Arjen will continue to grow crops in the green land through automatons, and her previous rampage will only remain as a record in history books as humans pass through the generations. .

“But Wayne, you’re not like that.”

The problem is that it doesn’t apply to Wayne. The actions of a single dragon cannot be a major topic of conversation when viewed from the perspective of all mankind, but the existence of a hero who does not appear over time will remain a topic of conversation for generations to come.

In any case, the warrior is humanity’s decisive weapon, hidden card, and other means of prosperity.

“So, what do you want to say?”

“Because we were given 50 years. I’m talking about taking this opportunity to clear away the notoriety attached to you.”

“…….”

Wayne’s expression changed mysteriously after hearing my words. What is certain is that it is not a very unpleasant expression.

“Can I do it now? I am… a loser who failed to fulfill my mission and ran away.”

“Who did you lose to? Wouldn’t it be much better than doing it later?”

It seems that Wayne had been keeping the fact that he had not been able to carry out his duties as a warrior for a long time as an obstacle in his heart.

“Okay… But I have no idea what to do first… I’ve been living with my hands off for too long.”

“First of all, I have to return to the Vatican. Because the hero has to maintain an amicable relationship with that side. If you don’t solve that first, nothing can be done.”

There are two reasons to start by looking for a denomination. First of all, the person I heard negative things about Wayne is none other than the current Pope. There is no way we can change the perception of humanity without resolving the misunderstanding with the Vatican.

The second is in a similar vein to what was mentioned earlier, and in the end, the most convenient means to make people realize that Wayne was an uncorrupted orthodox warrior was the Vatican. Regardless of the method, the Vatican can quickly spread news to believers.

“Of course, rushing all the way to Plane and claiming to be a legitimate hero might seem like a lack of trust, so let’s make up as many stories as possible on the way there.”

“…It feels like it’s taking longer and longer to reach the destination.”

“You are talking about it. Going to the dwarven village isn’t that urgent. Rather, it can be said that it is good because the alcohol can be aged further.”

As we chatted, Wayne finished his stew. After eating a light breakfast and heading back, I had the opportunity to make a story sooner than expected.

“Oh my! What can I say about this!?”

The carriage suddenly stopped, so I peeked out the window and looked at the situation ahead. The right wheel of the carriage in front was stuck in the ditch and spinning around. Several people were clinging to each other and pushing from behind, and in front, the driver was trying his best to comfort the horses and pull them out, but the situation showed no signs of improving.

I strongly resisted, thinking it was an opportunity.

“What’s going on?”

“Ah… I was moving in a hurry and the wheel fell into the ditch. I have to cross five hills today to reach Rombelton… but I’m in trouble.”

It was my first time hearing the word Rombelton, but it was not difficult to guess that it was their destination village. Looking closely, I saw that the carriage in front was a packhorse, and that it was carrying quite a lot of luggage for one pulled by two horses.

“Hmm. okay. If you don’t mind, would it be okay if we could help you?”

“Oh, thank you. Then, would you please push the back of the carriage with us?”

As the man said that, he moved his gaze towards the carriage we had come in. I guess they expected people to get off more since they said they would help.

“Uh… are you two?”

The question was mixed with feelings of embarrassment. Rather than asking why only two people were helping, it seemed to be a question of why only two people were using the carriage. Even if it is not a cart, it is usually a good target for bandits and magic bandits to attack, so it is usually appropriate to bring an escort.

“Yes. But you will never run out of power.”

I said that and looked at Wayne blankly. Then our eyes met, and there was still hesitation in Wayne’s eyes.

‘Resolve it quickly and in a cool way!’

Wayne must have heard what I was shouting in his heart. He got out of the carriage and walked towards the wagon in front of him. People who suddenly saw a woman approaching with bold steps suddenly gave up their seats.

“Inhale!”

Wayne lifted the wagon with a brief cheer. Everyone who had been sweating and pushing the wagon just moments ago looked dumbfounded at the terrifying sight of a person lifting the rear wheel of a wagon into the air by himself.

Coo!

“Wow….”

“What did I just see?”

“You guys! Don’t stand there stupidly. Just leave behind the people who can check the wheels, and the rest go back to their places!”

As Wayne took the wheel out of the ditch and set it down gently, the people who were staring at her for a moment heard a shout and then dispersed to do their own thing.

“Haha, now I see they are noble people. There must be a reason for traveling alone, but I didn’t know it. Thank you so much for your help.”

The first person to answer my question, the man who had just been yelling at the others, became even more polite after witnessing Wayne’s power.

“What? I have to help everyone.”

“My name is Miguel. They make a living by trading in this area. If you don’t mind, may I ask your names?”

“My name is Eugene. This is Wayne.”

For a moment, I thought about using a pseudonym, but I just said my real name. A lot of people know my name because it is the name of a pretty hot(?) god who has calmed down Arzen recently. The faith that comes to me right now is significant.

However, if you gathered 100 street women, 2 or 3 of them would have the same name as Stella. In the world, no one would find it strange that they had the same name as a god. The same goes for Wayne. It might have been different during his time on active duty, but now it’s such a common name that it’s impossible to think of a warrior just by his name.

“I am a spirit teacher, and this person is a warrior.”

So I revealed Wayne’s identity with my own words. Of course, in order to maintain my faith, I did not forget to disguise myself as a spirit priest to listen to the gods’ advice not to wander around the underworld as much as possible as a god.

“Yes? Dragon, hero?”

Naturally, he didn’t seem to believe it. When I looked at Wayne again, he gave me a look that asked me if I had to do something like this.

As I nodded silently, Wayne sighed and pulled out the holy sword from his waist. Not everyone knew what the holy sword looked like, but they could tell it was a holy sword just by looking at it once. This is because Stella’s dense sacred power was so much contained in that one sack that it would almost explode.

Although you can be fooled by a fake, you can never deny the clear energy of a holy sword when you see a real one. Unlike before, when I couldn’t even feel mana, I became a full-fledged god, and now that I was able to feel Stella’s faith, I felt a tingling sensation throughout my body that made me shiver even though it wasn’t my first time seeing it.

And the humans here who serve Stella will also be able to definitely feel it, although the degree may be different.