17 – Meanwhile, the time hero party (2)

”Warrior! Enter!”

In order to clear the bloated thoughts that clung to his chest, Apis gave a command in a more stern tone than usual and kicked the door violently.

arm and arm.

At the same time as the door opened, piles of white paper scattering busily, as if they were pigeons without beaks, constantly disturbed Apis’s vision.

Among thousands of Wyvern herds, the Golden Eyes of the Elves, who were smart enough to accurately identify and recognize the individual they were aiming for, identified the target with great ease, regardless of untimely interruptions.

A beautiful sword.

Apis’ servant was that if the woman in front of him could be defined in a single sentence, there would be no more accurate expression.

Graceful blond hair that seemed to have been woven from sunlight filtering through the bushes on a loom.

Skin like white jade, where not even a common blemish can be found, let alone a scar, even though it has crossed countless lines of death.

Isn’t this perfect existence made up of all those fantasy elements gathered together as the most convincing evidence to prove the integrity of the existence that the human race calls a god?

Warrior. Traana Abigail.

Without the slightest admiration or reverence, Apis calmly described the impression he felt upon seeing her, and for some reason, the result always ended with words of praise for her.

The fairy tales of the human race to the extent that most of the money earned from adventures is poured into collecting old human storybooks.

When Apis first met her, especially when it came to stories about the story of the warrior, he had doubts that she might have come out of a children’s book.

”····What are you doing.”

Apis spoke in a tone that seemed to be completely absurd, far from the awe-inspiring adjectives he had so far.

A noble sword that was once seen in a human fairy tale, said to be stuck on the ground and waiting impatiently for the master to pull it out.

It was because he was truly lost in the eccentricities of a great man who was praised and revered as a hero by all the people in the system, standing reverently on his head on the floor with a figure reminiscent of that legend, immersed in untimely thoughts.

”Five! apis! What are you doing in the middle of the night!”

It was a resonant and resonant voice that made me forget that it was an ambitious time when the sun was taking a breath.

Apis was well aware that this was also the product of a constant effort to reduce the volume of his voice, so he succeeded in biting off the itchy little remarks from the tips of his lips.

”What on earth are you doing nonsense at night…”

He could not resist the urge to criticize his colleague’s eccentricity unfolding on the stage of a moonlit night.

”They were pumping blood into the head!”

”····What?”

”While I was struggling with an unfamiliar document! suddenly! What an ingenious idea just went through my head! On the head, as if the blood circulating throughout the body is attracted to a specific area to gather mana! If only I could bring them all together! I think that this task, which now feels like a top-level golem with slash resistance, will become a little easier!”

”···· So it became easier?”

”Not at all! It just made my head dizzy!”

”Then why don’t you quit?”

”That’s a fair decision! That’s how it should be!”

Apis thought while watching the hero, who made a full turn in the air in an instant and corrected his stance once again.

Today is still as usual.

Since when did you start to feel familiarity rather than bewilderment at this erratic side of her who pours out utterances that seem to have drawn concepts from another dimension when she opens her mouth, which is so contrary to the mysterious appearance recognized by others.

Should I be pure? Should I be stupid?

Yes, the most appropriate expression would be to be honest and upright in everything.

He was optimistic like a person looking only at the bright side of the world, but not so optimistic as to overlook the evil that lives in the dark and someone suffering from that evil.

While taking great pride in his words and actions, he never neglected his vigilance against arrogance, which can be seen as an endemic disease of the blessed, by carefully listening to opinions that conflicted with his will.

because she was like that

Apis was able to understand and admit that she was a hero, who was quite far from the person he had longed for, and that she was the most worthy person to bear that holy name.

”I did it by chance, but as expected… Were you still hanging on to that stupid letter of apology? At that time, it has already been concluded that it was the fault of the soldiers who ate wagon wheel maintenance and the human children who were eager to die. Until you, the hero, have to apologize…”

”Nope! It’s my responsibility! It’s because I was distracted by the cheers of the citizens, and I couldn’t prevent the unfortunate incident in which the child fell in front of the carriage! If you make a mistake, you have to take responsibility for it! If I neglect that responsibility, I have no qualifications to call myself a hero!”

”yes····. You must be… No, but that’s not to say that until you break down the statue you made…”

”It was an inevitable decision! If I hadn’t destroyed the statue there, I wouldn’t know who would be responsible for damaging the statue!”

”····”

but that statue. You made it in order to find ‘that guy’.

These were the words that Apis couldn’t bear to get out of his mouth.

Because she had no material desires and was always careful and wary of what kind of political repercussions her remarks would have.

It was extremely rare for a hero to make a request to the royal family other than related to subjugation of demons, and it was the first time in name and reality that such a request stemmed from her own desires after she was bestowed with the title of hero.

That’s why, when the story of wanting to make a statue of herself came out of her mouth, everyone in the party, including Apis, couldn’t hide their astonishment.

Some high-ranking officials of the royal family slyly raised their mouths, saying that it was a chance to grace the hero, and some conspiracy theorists were busy secretly slashing her behind the scenes, saying that the hero had begun to obsess about honor.

When the hero directly nominated the name of the village where the statue would be erected, Apis was able to realize the true meaning of the request.

Lidin village.

It was a town that was only briefly mentioned as a passer-by while chatting with colleagues once, with no topographical features to mention, no specialty products to leave a lasting impression on, neither small nor large.

Until it was mentioned directly from the warrior’s mouth, it was submerged at the bottom of the sea of memories, and the place name was so blurry that it could not even be recognized.

The hometown of ‘that guy’.

At the time of the request to make a statue, the hero’s hesitant attitude was still vividly recalled.

It was as if I was looking at an ignorant child who had never used a herd in my life and didn’t even know how to be stubborn.

‘Lee, in Lidin Village… Also, I would like you to make a statue of me, ah…’

It was the moment I realized for the first time that the hero, who always spoke confidently in an eloquent tone, was able to speak with such a low voice, looking at the ground, not the sky.

The hero himself said that he just wanted to see an object that looked exactly like him not breathing, though he spat out an absurd excuse with a rare embarrassed face.

Apis, who knew very well how much the hero cared for him, had no choice but to be fooled by that cute lie.

Probably, you are here. That unchanging appearance will be waiting for you until the end.

It must have been her own clumsy message, aware that her expressive power was flawed.

marching day. Her desperate appearance, as if she was busily searching for something amidst cheers like deterioration welcoming her, seemed to overlap with the image of a delicate girl waiting for an answer to her question.

However, the message was shattered.

Moreover, by her hand. for reasons that are inevitably so.

Apis does not know what kind of expression the hero was making when he destroyed the statue with his own hands.

It is said that a hero is an existence that must extinguish the anxiety of this world, and she always insisted on a bright smile in front of the public.

you would have been laughing would have been laughing must have been laughing

she is a warrior

But that night, Apis was clearly aware of the existence of tears that someone secretly buried in the pillow. I couldn’t be fooled this time. He couldn’t bear to condone the heartbreaking crime that he tried to deceive even his own heart.

so that.

”Hey. Warrior.”

”yes? Why is that! apis! With such a serious face! omg! no way! I’m afraid you have some worries…”

”You get out of this party.”