16 – On the other hand, the time hero party (1)

If you want to know what a person is like, there is a saying to sit around the same table.

Self-conscious. Among them, food culture is like the foundation, root, and backbone of human society.

what kind of food you eat how you eat Being able to observe what kind of conversation they share while eating food.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that you can read the trajectory of that person’s life as it is.

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Just as no one can say that the possibility that a perfect person who has both outstanding talent and beauty and has an impeccable personality and character will suddenly turn into a psychopath who eats sweet and sour pork with mint chocolate sauce on the table.

Even if he covers his nature with a thick mask, there is no superman in this world who can completely hide his bare face in front of the primal desire of appetite, as long as he is covered with fear of life.

And this, of course, also applies to beings who are commonly praised as ‘heroes’ by the public and regarded as sacred.

”I must have warned you that if you read the book at the table one more time, I’ll stick an arrow between your eyes! Downa!”

”I won… Complaining about this efficient method of consuming the necessary calories for the body and broadening one’s knowledge at the same time… Are all the elves obsessed with such private principles like you? apis?”

”····”

Her name is Apis.

The name of this black-haired woman who is responsible for littering the dining table with countless books whose written language is not uniform at all, and who stands out with a bloody appearance that seems like she would collapse even in the breeze.

And the name of this solemn man, sitting solemnly with his arms crossed and dozing off in his seat, ignoring the tumultuous scene, is Viktim.

If those who don’t know their names and identities see what they are seeing now, it’s likely that they won’t take it seriously, saying that the Dasol family’s children are just talking about something trivial.

If those who clearly recognize that they are individuals possessing the power to destroy a small country in one night see this bloody scene.

Probably, like the poor civilians caught up in the dragon’s power struggle.

It was so self-evident that he would try to get as far away from this spot as possible, while surrendering to the survival instincts that drove him from within.

new palace. apis.

Margie. Downa.

iron wall. big team.

warrior party.

The fact that all of them are beings with the dignity and power worthy of their great reputation, and that they are the sharpest and sharpest blades that mankind can thrust into the neck of the demon king.

It has long been established as an immutable truth in this system, to the extent that even ignorant children sing it in songs.

”Looks like you want to see the bottom of my patience again! Yes, if you’re that curious, there’s nothing this kind body can’t show you!”

”What nonsense are you talking about? There is no need to even experiment with such a thing. That your patience is inferior to that of a land-crawler ant’s gallstone, I have already proven in the evenings long ago.”

”····”

It was a truly spur-of-the-moment situation.

Apis’ arrow was already pulled tight, and it seemed like it wouldn’t be strange if it was fired at any time.

The pulse of magic that was flowing around Dauna was hastily reshaping herself into sharp ice and violent fire, as if to counter Apis’s anticipation.

Although the only person who could stop the turbulent clash that was sure to turn this area into a barren wasteland was the party’s vanguard, the Vic Team.

He, who was always asleep except when facing the enemy, was barely awake at the trivial quarrels of his comrades.

It didn’t take long for the situation to deteriorate to the point where no one could control it.

”under! Try it?”

”Those who can’t communicate with each other will be subdued by force…’ It’s something that doesn’t really fit into my arms, but sometimes acting like a savage to a level similar to yours might be helpful for new insights…”

The moment when the two heroes are about to clash with such animosity that it is hard to believe that they originate from personal Gagansa.

Oh, why are you fighting again?

Feeling the voice of someone who couldn’t be heard and who couldn’t be here at the same time, the two people’s eyes suddenly turned toward the empty chair.

It was always up to ‘him’ to mediate the quarrel between the two.

Innate temperament and acquired culture. The fact that the friction between the two, who didn’t even have a single interlocking cogwheel, had never reached a level where the party could collapse.

It was a fact that even the girls who were involved in it realized implicitly that it would have been an impossible stunt without the lube called ‘he’.

”ha····. Quit. Quit it. Even when eating, it’s not my duty to support and stir-fry with you…”

”I agree with you…”

At the same time as the two of them reaped their speculation, the chill in the air that was shaking rapidly began to subside.

Half a year already.

Half a year has passed since he disappeared leaving behind only one letter.

The emotional chasm between the two deepened as it deepened. There was not even a hint of an amicable outcome.

With a sigh of disgust, in the end, Apis left the seat.

”Where are you going?”

”To feed the warrior… Seeing that he doesn’t come down even though it’s mealtime, it looks like he’s going to starve because he’s working again… Why, not too long ago, in order to save some unknown human children, he broke a statue of himself with his own hands… No matter how circumstantial it may be, destroying something made by a fan is an act unbefitting a hero, and he is writing an apology letter to be delivered directly to the sculptor…”

”yes····. That’s a reasonable decision for you…”

”under! Yes, thank you very much even to the point of tears.”

”·······Hey, Apis…”

”Oh, what else!”

”Oh, it’s nothing… Go on your way…”

”Chit.”

Right after Apis trudged upstairs to the second floor where the hero was, after carrying the prescribed meal on a plate, Dauna, who had been unable to turn the pages of the book she was reading for a while, sobbed quietly to herself that no one else had heard.

”Please come back soon… dear… Isn’t that enough now… I got it now… I understand… Without you, I wouldn’t be able to properly say even a simple word, thank you for taking care of the meal… If you are watching… By any chance, if you are looking at the foolish me now, run to me in a month and sternly push me…”

The ephemeral reverberation, which did not become a voice due to the vastly insufficient volume, was blocked even by the open book and could not reach anywhere or anyone.

◈◈◈

Apis, who placed her forehead in front of the tightly closed door, took a deep breath.

That day, ever since the man suddenly disappeared, whenever Apis faced the hero, he always had to endure the tension of walking into the beast’s lair without a bow and arrow.

”Warrior····.”

Apis recalled the past.

His gaze was always straight.

Even after the man disappeared, the hero did not take a single day off, calmly cutting down the group of demon beasts with a bright smile as always.

The subjugation lasted for several days, without sleeping a sigh, until that brilliant blonde hair was stained with fresh blood and burned.

Despite the persuasion of other colleagues, including himself, when he single-handedly subdued a group of hundreds of monsters, it was as if he was watching the return of a hero from a human fairy tale.

Was it a sense of duty? Was it good luck?

Perhaps it was an action to relieve the burden of colleagues who were in anxiety due to an untimely absence.

Strangely enough, however, I didn’t think any of the above options were the right answer.

In fact, the reason probably didn’t matter too much.

The fact that the hero fought single-bloodedly against countless demon beasts without sparing his body is tantamount to contributing to this system, to the society of the human race, and to everyone living and breathing in this world, so to speak, worthy of respect.

but.

”That’s not like you… Warrior····.”

Although there were some creaks in everyday life, on the battlefield, at least on the battlefield, the hero looked no different than usual.

His sword technique was perfectly orderly, and his movements were neat and tidy. He also did a great job with his co-workers.

However, as a party member who had always been watching her, she couldn’t help but feel something unpleasant.

I thought I couldn’t explain it well in words. There is only a dim cloud of war that something is out of order.

A sense of heterogeneity, as if someone who looked just like her was forcibly playing her.

For example, a candle that looks like it will soon go out. Gunpowder that ignited the fuse.

I felt as if I was looking at something precarious, barely, just barely, maintaining a balance that would collapse with the slightest shaking.

And the beginning of it all was so clear.

Apis’ clear emotions that she couldn’t control eventually gradually materialized through her mouth in the form of resentment toward someone.

”Hey····. Where are you and what are you doing right now, you asshole… come fast····.”