312 31st Statement of "Heroes"




 A great disaster.

 I'm not sure now who first started calling it that. By the time I found out, everyone was calling it that with a lot of fear and a lot of hatred.

 I heard that at first it looked like the number of Hexenbiests had just increased.

 In the beginning, it seemed that it was just an increase in the number of hexenbiests.

 At first, that was all.

 Most of the people did not notice or care. The northwestern part of the Garlist Kingdom is a place that is threatened by magical beasts.

 So everyone thought that it would happen once in a while. The people of the Garlist Kingdom and the people of other countries were the same. For a while, that was the extent of most people's awareness.

 It wasn't until the heroic guardian of the mighty Suzif was killed by a demon during his thirteenth defensive battle that humanity's perception was finally smeared.

 That's it. That was the first time the demons appeared on the stage in the past. Prelude to catastrophe.

 Of course, since this is a story I can tell, there's a good chance it's not the original history. After all, a story can change dramatically when passed from one person to another.

 I don't want to talk about what happened after that, let alone dwell on it. After the fall of Suzif, Hexenbiests began to invade the human world.

 Hexenbiests were supposed to be living between the worlds of humans, but now humans are living between the worlds of Hexenbiests.

 It was as if we had gone back to the primitive and mythical times. It was as if we had gone back to the primitive and mythical times. Since that time, we were no longer the champions of the earth.

 Of course, humans did not do nothing. Soldiers from all over the world took spears and ripped out the throats of magical beasts, and magic ran through the air and crushed the skulls of their enemies.

 Many heroes ran on the battlefield and many heroes were born. At some point, it was no longer a war between nations and demons, but a war between mankind and demons for the right to exist.

 Mankind joined hands with the originally incompatible Elves, and blew away a hundred years of hatred to join forces with their neighbors. We have done everything in our power, I suppose you could say.

 But still, humanity was no better.

 Hexenbiests blew up not only from the Garlist Kingdom, but also from other countries, and sank their fangs into the earth like eroding mud.

 Whenever humans sprouted even a few buds in the earth, the demons would reap their roots. In the end, even the existence of myths became the enemy of mankind.

 The heroes were killed in the jaws of the demons, and the heroes sank into the battlefield. Such days continued for several years.

 At some point, no one called it war or warfare anymore. Because war is when two warring parties spear each other with their strength. It is only possible when there is someone who can compete with each other.

 But that's not the case anymore. There was only the predator and the prey. Humans have become nothing more than predators of Hexenbiests.

 That's why we call that series of hexenbiest invasions a catastrophe.


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"...... Anne. Can you ask me to write for you? I can't write very well, my handwriting is not very good.

 Well, with my dying body, even if I tried to write seriously, my handwriting would be distorted.

 I couldn't help but say that as I looked out the window at the blizzard of dead snow. My thoughts are not quite coherent in my skull, and I don't know what I should say in a letter.

 But her eyes were wide open, so wide that even she could see them.

 Anne nodded as if she was upset by the words, and then asked suspiciously if it was for Mattia.

 Well, who else is there? No, I've never really answered Mattia before, but... It's good for a change, isn't it?

 I forced myself to formulate the words in my head and let my lips wag. The words themselves licked the air very smoothly and strangely, though my mouth stopped in places.

I'd like you to send one to Gazalia, if you can. The princess is still asleep, after all.

 He then roughly spelled out the words, filling in the words on the parchment. Even if there are a few gaffes, I'm sure Anne will get it together. That's how much I trust her.

 But it was a strange feeling. Why am I struggling to move my fingers in the face of such a catastrophe?

 Isn't it called a catastrophe because there was nothing we could do about it? Wasn't it a nightmare that many brave heroes and heroic heroes faced and crumbled away?

 There is no way that I alone can face this horrible nightmare now and grasp something with my hands. It's a matter of course. That's why I kept averting my gaze. I bite my back teeth hard. Behind my vision, I saw the figure of the hero I had once longed for.

 When the letter is finished, you let out a breath and snap your fingers. I bite my teeth again. Then, in one breath, he raised his body, ignoring the intense pain that surged through him.

 The body only needs to move a fraction of a muscle to feel the biting pain all over. It seemed to be telling me with all its might that I shouldn't move now, that I should rest.

 Thank goodness. No matter how reckless I am, only my life will take care of my body. But alas, it seems that my mentality is nothing but stupidity. My advice makes no sense at all.

 Bite the joints that won't budge, raise the spine that howls. What, I don't know, but my body has grown rather strong. I'll let you be a little more reckless.



 I got up from the bed, let out a hot sob, and poured the liquor from the bedside table directly down my throat. Perhaps it was the warmth of the room, but the liquor was lukewarm. In the season of dead snow, the cold sake is the most enjoyable.

"Hey, ......, what are you doing, you! You still have a hole in your body. You want to go to the grave yourself?

 Philos-Treit shouted in disgust, as if he were an idiot. His voice rang in my ears. I want you to stop. The voice made the dull pain ooze from my bones even more.

 Her lips twist as she opens her mouth.

"It's not like that. No one's going to let me get away with it anymore.

 That's true. It is the privilege of the ordinary to live each day in peace, leaving everything to others. Difficulties are the prey of heroes and brave men, and ordinary people can only sit and pray for the end of everything.

 I'm not saying that's good or bad. It's just the way it is. Every living person has a role to play.

 And so I slayed my hero, Heldt Stanley, with my own hands.

 Then there's no excuse for what I did. I can't just hide behind the curtain and pretend I don't know everything.

 You've made up your mind. I've got a lot of trouble ahead of me.

 How to get rid of the evil spirits in Alueno's body, how to kick off the catastrophe, the small things are too many to count.

 But let's eat them all up, one by one. That's right. No matter how powerful Altius is, no matter how threatening the catastrophe itself. That's no reason to turn your face away.

 --Let the rats eat your pale face and your cowardice. Don't let it dwell in the heart of a hero.

 The sword of purple light at his waist. And as he holds the two unmarked white blades, he says.

"Philos-Treit. Just as well. I need you to help me. We have a lot of work to do.

 He said, his cheeks falling. Something dark and sneaky was whispering in the back of my mind. I hadn't felt that way in a long time. Suddenly, in my skull, I remembered the words of my mentor, Richard.

 --You've got talent. Just like me, a scoundrel.