I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist chapter 1

1. [Emergency] Warrior party, 1 or 2 people (1)

＜I will never come back＞

It is a novel where you can feel the anger of the main character from the title. A novel in which a stupid hero who is jealous of a competent protagonist is expelled from a warrior party. The story of the heroine’s unrequited love for the heroine, who leaves the party along with the heroine, and the hero’s party, who lost the saintess and Ace, go through hardships.

‘I really feel sorry for the warrior.’

It was a joke. I wrote a short comment like that and registered. By the way, who said that a frog was killed by a stone thrown as a joke? I guess my comment wasn’t a joke to someone. The day after I posted that comment, I ended up sitting at the warrior’s desk and banging my head.

“Where did I go wrong?”

At my muttering voice, the giant in the corner sighed. It seemed to be a sigh that made me feel sorry for anyone who heard it.

“Right. Where should I start to say that it was wrong?”

The giant’s name is Georg. Heavy armored warrior. From the sound of the name, it seemed that the muscles were full. Of course, unlike his outward appearance, he was the most responsible and thoughtful person in the party. While the saintess and the swordsman were leaving one after another, she remained in this unanswered party until the end and helped the hero.

“It was your choice, so you should be responsible. Still, given the position you hold, I don’t think you did this without thinking.”

i never chose Is this a responsibility without pleasure? Noticing Georg asking me to say something, I had no choice but to open my mouth. If even Georg leaves the party, there is no hope left for me.

“… The departure of Isis was unexpected.”

“Didn’t you expect there would be a backlash? You should have known that the relationship between the two of them was special.”

you know, of course you know In the end, I’d find Arjen, who was expelled from the party, and the two of them would lead. This hero had a crush on that Isis. Without thinking about the back, thanks to the fact that the whole party suffers and the hero goes on his own, and eventually dies.

“I have no choice but to say that this judgment, to put it mildly, was foolish. Maybe you should have talked to me first. I bet you haven’t heard me yet.”

Georg’s pathetic words made me bitter. I leaned back in my chair and bent my neck. If you close and open your eyes, you are home. If you close and open your eyes, you are home. I closed my eyes and practiced self-hypnosis.

“It will be difficult in the future. Remember that you were really lucky when defeating the third plague.”

Damn. It’s not home. Georg, who was visible when he opened his eyes, said that and loosened his arms that were tightly held together. I rolled my eyeballs the other way to avoid the gaze. Georg looked down at me for a while, then shook his head. do not do that. Because I really feel like crying.

“I wish I wasn’t so blank, Illroy. First of all, I’ll let you go to work today too. It’s a long-awaited vacation, but from now on, don’t be self-indulgent.”

Georg said in a cavernous voice and went outside. Contrary to Isis’ clattering footsteps, Georg stomped away and disappeared. It felt like the whole building was shaking. I stared at the door with a blank expression for a long time after Georg left. My thoughts sank, like tea leaves sinking to the bottom of a cup. It felt like a storm had swept me away.

Illroy.

At Georg’s last words, I was able to remember the name of this body only then. Yes, Illroy. The hero was always called the hero, so few readers remembered his name. Even I, who was an avid reader in my own way, was able to recall it just now, but what about general readers?

“It’s not a name worthy of a warrior.”

Isn’t it too commonplace for a hero’s name? While I was thinking such an absurd thought, I suddenly got excited and knocked on the desk.

“F*ck, almighty writer. If I just possessed it about a day or three ago, where would it go?”

Then at least I wouldn’t have made the main character quit, and somehow he would have pretended to subdue the disaster hard behind his back!

I had a seizure like that alone, and at one point, I lost all my strength and hung over my desk like a jellyfish.

“If I had known it would be like this, I would have cursed at you coolly.”

After saying that, I slapped my face with the palm of my hand. The voice that came out of his mouth was awkward, and his behavior was strange every single time. I got up and walked around the room. If anyone had been watching, it would have looked like a dog hungry for poop. Or just look like an idiot.

What caught my gaze as I was wandering around was the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. I didn’t even know there was a mirror there, because that huge Georg covered every corner of the room. I shuffled my feet and approached the mirror. Even if you die soon, let’s check how it was formed and eaten.

“… Unlucky baby. ”

As soon as I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn’t help but say that. The face of the hero, Illroy, was literally unlucky. First of all, his hair was gray. It wasn’t fancy silver hair, nor was it a subtle ash color, but the literal mouse color. It was a strange color that was black at the root and turned white towards the tip.

Eye. Amidst the well-defined features on the shaded face, the eyes that stood out the most were green. It should be said that it is dead rather than shining. Rather than the green of refreshing greenery, it was the dark green of a damp jungle. The slightly raised eyebrows were unique. The bridge of his nose was sharp, but the subtly mean-looking mouth spoiled the overall impression. A handsome third-rate villain. If I had to comment on one line, the hero looked like that.

“It looks like I don’t like it either.”

I clicked my tongue and went back to my seat. As far as I remember, this space used as a hideout by the warrior party is a building specially prepared by the kingdom. In addition to facing south, the location was perfect, overlooking the entire royal road. I looked out the window and calmed down.

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Now, let’s stop having seizures alone and clean things up a bit. If you have been possessed, shouldn’t you act like a possessed person? Even if that’s a hateful character.

I became the villain, the warrior Illroi in ＜I Won’t Come Back＞ (hereafter referred to as Dadolum). This guy has a terribly self-centered personality and is stupid, so he cut off the actual ace of the warriors party with the word useless. Just because I was jealous.

The healer, whose party wouldn’t work without a lead, also left the party. Now, the only thing left in the hero party is a tanker, a wizard who has been harassing the main character all along, and a chaffed warrior who has only a holy sword. It was a salty combination. In the second half of the original work, they rarely appear. Briefly, only news of the annihilation along with new party members is heard.

To sum it up, I just want to lose my motivation.

“Can’t I just hit him?”

just feel at ease. Return the holy sword, go down to the countryside and farm. Since it’s the original, you don’t have to go through complicated fights like saving the world.

“Absolutely not.”

Of course, if you do that, you will be killed by the Kingdom and the Holy Kingdom. Because of the Holy Sword. Because the holy sword does not serve others as its master until the person who once recognized it as its master dies. In the original work, the hero who was only digging a shovel died and ownership passed to the main character.

“I don’t want to die.”

I want to wait for the main character to eliminate all the ‘Seven Plagues’ alone, but if I take too long, the Kingdom and the Holy Kingdom will put pressure on me again. Warrior, what are you doing when you’re not working? Should I hand over ownership of the Holy Sword to someone else? In this way.

dismissal, dismissal. Reject this and that. In order to somehow survive as a warrior in this world, there was only one way, albeit clichéd.

“Do I have to be strong… .”

Laughter just leaked out. I looked at the sword on the desk with a resentful look. Even when he lifted the hilt and looked at it threateningly, the holy sword kept its scabbard tightly closed like a mouth and didn’t say anything. what is this doing

I put the sword back on the desk.

Aside from getting stronger, for now, somehow filling the big hole in the hero’s party. I don’t even want a saintess or a protagonist. If I could find someone who was even half as capable as those guys, I thought I would be able to run and bow.

“I’ll have to jump on my feet.”

Requesting support from the kingdom was absurd. As I recall, the kingdom didn’t like Illroy very much. The only thing they liked was Illroy’s stupidity. A warrior who is not trustworthy and filthy and pays a lot of taxes. It’s perfect to use for political play.

“Because I can’t go to my grave with my own feet.”

I looked down the streets of the royal capital. Down there, high-rise buildings that could not be considered medieval were rampant. It’s like it’s just a European country’s city center. I’ve only traveled abroad a few times in my life, but it was new. I looked at it with dim eyes as if it were the last scenery I saw in my life.

“… great.”

I picked up a pen I picked up a piece of paper that was scattered everywhere. I started scribbling down on the paper as ideas came to me.

—

Georg Ginter let out a short sigh as he left the house.

It was five days ago that the hero, Illroy, fired Arjen at his own will. It was two days ago that Georg, who was on vacation, found out about this, and it was only yesterday that Isis found out. In my mind, I wanted to hold the warrior by the collar and ask why he did such a thing. Or go to Arjen and Isis, who have disappeared, and beg them to come back because the hero made a mistake and please, we were wrong.

“Does he have a brain or not?”

The two were practically equal to half of their strength. Because the hero’s face is important, he always yielded the final blow to the hero, but it was always Arjen who killed most of the enemies. It was the saintess, Isis, who instantly healed Arjen and Georg, who acted as a meat shield in battle.

“Damn the warrior.”

As a person in public office, I couldn’t just throw away the warriors party and leave, which made me even more angry. In the midst of this, the wizard went on a vacation far away, and even if he looked for it, he couldn’t find it. The more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t find an answer.

Still, when Isis came and said she would leave the party, she must have come to her senses, and her face was pale and her mouth was silent. If it was a normal job, I wouldn’t have been surprised if the office was turned into a mess. Rather, as usual, shamelessly beat them up in anger. Illroy’s bewildered look only angered Georg even more.

“… Tsk.”

Georg went to the adventurer’s guild as usual. I felt like I had to take on a simple mission and knock something out to make my senses go away.

jump.

When I opened the front door of the adventurer’s guild and entered, the noisy adventurers suddenly became quiet. Georg frowned as he realized that all their eyes were on him.

Why are these things like this? They’re not the ones who care so much about me coming in.

“Georg! Is that true?”

“No, the fact that you came here at this time is just to check that out, you idiot!”

“Is it also related to defeating the third plague?”

And, looking at the adventurers rushing towards him, Georg put on an indescribable expression. After confirming Georg’s reaction, the adventurers tilted their heads as if it were strange.

“Look, you don’t know. It’s a scam after all.”

“No, but if you pretend to be like that, won’t you be arrested unconditionally? Even in the Adventurer’s Guild?”

“Even if I watched the warrior come and put up the poster yesterday!”

Georg asked, pushing away the clinging adventurers.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Hey, check the bulletin board. Someone put up a job advertisement in the name of a warrior party.”

A job advertisement?

Georg led himself to the central bulletin board, guided by the adventurers. A central bulletin board with requests for commissions and job advertisements piled up. Georg’s eyes caught a wall mural.

[Emergency] A party of warriors, 1 or 2 people.

Qualifications: Wizard of 4th Circle or higher. Or a person who has experience in performing single commissions of level 2 or higher.

And, the handwritten signature of Illroy, the hero drawn below. Georg noticed at once that it had been made by a real hero. The interview date is one week later.

“this… You crazy bastard.”

A swearing sound like a shriek flowed from Georg’s mouth.