30 – fail-1

He lay there as if dead, with a smile on his lips.

It was a happy look.

As Farseer remembers, he was never without a smile during the journey. How pure and beautiful his smile was, she couldn’t remember.

I didn’t recognize it as a person.

When he was a porter, he was just a mule. It was only natural that the party members would not look down on him for interfering in the party without revealing the reason. However, he obediently followed the words of the party members.

I thought I was pretty in my own way. However, that was not respect and consideration as a human being.

It was the cuteness of a pet that listens well and covers the toilet and urine well, and the affection for tools that work well. It wasn’t love for humans.

Even when he acknowledges her dream, unlike the others, she rejoices in ‘what she should rejoice’. I would have thought that it was a non-broken existence. Farseer had never treated him as a human.

If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t have taken his actions as a betrayal and would have been angry.

His smile fades little by little. My body starts to tremble little by little.

A smile still hung on his lips. The laugh seemed so ephemeral that Farseer grew even more depressed.

His eyes opened. As he quietly looked around, his expression hardened little by little.

“Why am I still here?”

“Failed.”

“Why?”

He was wriggling like a bomb about to explode, just looking at Farseer with empty eyes without any emotion.

“It’s me. I failed.”

Emotion related to the hero’s return ritual.

As for anxiety and fear, of course I had it. When a legit warrior gets angry, something terrifying that can only be recorded will happen.

But even up to that moment, Farseer did not see him as a person.

It was Enerel elevated from a tool that had to be moved at her will to something terrifying and gigantic, but it wasn’t a person.

A wildfire that is so huge that humans can’t catch it, or a huge natural disaster that can’t be resisted. It was nothing more and nothing less.

“I couldn’t thank you.”

I saw hope in the words that he was going back, and I got a sense of victory as I sat him in the magic circle. It was a feeling that could all be fulfilled.

However, I couldn’t be more grateful. Because that’s the emotion a person should feel in a person’s actions.

“I… didn’t see you until the very end!”

Since when did it become like this?

There were many who misunderstood Farsi. Like the witch in a bad story, there were countless people who insulted and disgusted her.

Normally, it was a farseer that would have passed those words off as jealousy of those with low intelligence, but now I had no choice but to admit it.

Disgusted with himself, Farseer wept endlessly.

I never thought about how he must have felt. Even when I look back on my memories alone, ‘I would be angry if I felt this much insult.’ Relied on the same rules and circumstances.

“under….”

he laughed mischievously. Laughter soon broke his breathing, and tears mingled with his rough breath.

“Ha, heh, haha, heh, black…”

It was collapsing. The last hope he had was gone.

He screamed like a beast. No laughter, no crying, no expression. Every breath was filled with sorrow.

“That’s right… Well, from the beginning, it couldn’t have happened.”

“No, it was a possible ceremony. If I hadn’t presumptuously intervened, if only I had been a little grateful to you!”

These wizards and priests were the ones who knew who the real warriors were.

Enerel was not without a grudge, but they thought he deserved at least some appreciation.

Had the ritual been conducted only with them, it would not have failed.

“There was no way I could… there was no way I could go back…”

As if he couldn’t hear anything, he muttered incessantly to himself.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”

Step by step, Enerel approached the frozen Farseer.

His mighty fist plunged into the soft stomach of the young wizard with his eyes tightly closed.

“Kkeuheugh!”

I knew it, but the wizard did not avoid it.

She endured the pain of gasping all over her body and the entanglement of her abdominal organs. No, I just accepted the pain.

“Why… why did you do that?”

Enerel was making an expression of pain as if she was being beaten.

“You only need to succeed once, once.”

But apart from his sad expression, his fists were pounding on Farseer without stopping.

belly, shoulders, chest. There was no sound anywhere.

If you use magic right now, Farseer can be freed from this pain. Because there was no power in his hands at the moment.

But she silently accepted his anger.

“Then I could have left this world with good memories of you, at least in the end!”

Blood dripped from the wizard’s lips. There were more dangerous and more painful moments when fighting the demon king, but at that time I had no time to think.

I had to keep thinking of how to get out of this predicament and how to lead this fight to victory.

But not now. There was no monster that could be defeated without a twinge of conscience, promising a happy future as long as one was victorious.

The only monsters he had now were the woman who had never understood him and the man who collapsed after not being understood.

“Why, why did you do that…”

His words didn’t make sense. Already, he couldn’t have any good feelings for the mage.

However, if time passes and many things are forgotten, emotions and painful memories disappear far away and only happy memories and their beautiful appearance are remembered.

At that time, he might remember Farseer’s last favor.

It was a meaningless assumption now.

Rough fists without much finesse continued to pour down her cheeks and chin. The weight-bearing fists continued to hit her.

Every time the fist hit the body, Farseer let out a soundless scream. He didn’t even have the strength to close his bloody mouth, and the sound of the wind escaping leaked through the space.

Wizards and priests were watching the scene of madness, trembling. They were in a state where all their abilities were consumed in consciousness.

Even if they were fine, no one could confidently stand out in the face of his wrath.

“Stop.”

However, the princess calmly approached him. The light emitted from the warrior’s sword brightened the dark basement a little.

Through the shimmering light, Ennelel could see little by little the face of Eleanor, and Eleanor the face of Ennel.

“Come back, Eleanor! That’s no way!”

The emperor shouted urgently, but Eleanor did not put her sword back or stop her steps.

“I think this was half a betrayal, and I’m disappointed in her… but at least Farseer is my friend.”

Enerel paused.

“Heh, heh…”

A smile slowly spilled from his tear-stained face.

“Huh, haha, hahahaha…”

Laughter is also a movement that makes breathing rough. His breathing, which became endlessly steep, made it difficult even to smile.

“This is not going to help you. I promise you everything the Emperor can give you. As you wish, you will not have to take any responsibility.”

Eleanor raised her sword.

“It was a friend. A friend, a friend…”

He let go of Farseer helplessly. The little sorcerer, who had been bleeding, fell headlong to the ground.

“I can’t gather the ingredients again right now. Regardless of my feelings, the Empire and His Majesty did their best.”

“…”

“It can’t be helped. Give it up. Baron Leodrin is a manor. Go back and enjoy life. We won’t care what you do in it.”

Right now, Enerel was an ordinary person without any abilities, but everyone except the princess was afraid of him.

“Hug a woman. Eat delicious food and sleep comfortably. I will risk my life to protect you, who became a subject of the empire.”

“…Give it up.”

The farseer wriggled, struggling to open its blood-soaked throat.

“Immortality… I can use mystic arts… Somehow, even if it takes time, I’ll send you back…”

As Enerel stepped on Farseer’s wrist, the voice she had been wringing with all her might died in an instant.

“That’s Okay.”

Enerel gave a short laugh.

“I don’t have anything to go back to, and I already have no family or friends.”

“…what?”

“I don’t want to go back.”

The Princess, the Parseer, and the Emperor all listened to him in bewilderment.

If you don’t want to go back, nothing is explained. What was he enduring for, and what did he hope for and act on?

“It’s not that I want to go back, it’s that I didn’t want to live! I didn’t want to live even for a moment in this world where you guys are!”

Finally, he gave them feelings they could understand. Eyes filled with hatred were burning.

“For a moment, I need to cool my head. I won’t risk any lives.”

The hero’s sharp sword moved towards him little by little.

“I don’t like it… I hate it…”

As if the anger he had shown just now had been a lie, he lowered his head with his shoulders drooping.

“I’ll be sure to apologize when I wake up. You may insult and beat me like you did with Farseer.”

Eleanor swung her sword at his shoulder. Blue light emanated from the warrior’s sword and tore the skin.

“…uh?”

The hands of the ‘what used to be a hero’ were stained with blood and horrendous wounds.