I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist chapter 107

107. Prodigal Son Returns (3)

“I think it would be good to compare it with the trend summarized in the report after the 4th observation in 3 days.”

Even after the insect-bitten expression, Nella continued to report to Edwin with a calm voice that regained her professionalism. Edwin nodded as he flipped through the pages of the report Nella had delivered.

“’Comets’ are not ordinary celestial bodies. You don’t know when it will cause a change… . It is right to see it as a magical phenomenon. Unfortunately, with our current magic, we are unable to track the comet in real time… Reports from other mage towers will also need to be closely monitored.”

Nella’s expression gradually calmed down. It seems that they decided not to put me in their eyes at all. Meanwhile, Edwin, who seems to have decided to let go of her rotten expression, smiles benevolently at Nella.

“Okay. You did a lot of work, Vice President. I look forward to your performance in the next observation.”

“You shouldn’t relax, well, I think the professor will take care of it. Just because a collision is certain doesn’t mean you don’t have to make observations.”

Nella did not look very happy despite Edwin’s praise. As if it were natural, he just added his opinion with a grave expression. I took a short breath as I watched Nella participate in the catastrophe observation with enthusiasm. She forgot about my existence and was having a heated discussion with Edwin. I took my eyes off her and looked around the terrace.

“Before astronomy was coined, astrologers preferred to look into the sky with their own eyes. Because it’s easy to look into the sky.”

Edwin suddenly spoke to me next to me. I saw Nella staring at me intensely but not leaving her seat.

“Well, I guess I’m doing these things. Comet will give you a chance to check it yourself later. The weather is not going to be good tonight… .”

Edwin rummaged through the report. Then he found something that looked like drawing material and thrust it at me. Amidst the planets dotted, there was an arrow pointing to the comet’s position.

“At this speed and trajectory, the comet will collide within a few months. The wizards who are said to be the best of the continent are gathering and holding a countermeasure meeting, but… . Right now, the only thing I can think of is to lean on the hero.”

At Edwin’s words, Nella’s expression rotted. I think maybe my pride was hurt when I said that I had no choice but to lean on me.

“I still have no idea how to stop the comet. Even if the hero cuts down the comet, there won’t be any damage if the remains fall in abundance. The method of destruction seems to be possible only when it reaches the very end.”

Then, Nella took a step forward and opened her mouth.

“It is not that there is no way at all. If wizards put their heads together, somehow we can figure out a solution, Professor.”

Nella turned her head toward me. There was something akin to fighting spirit in her eyes. A fiery fighting spirit that burns with pride as firewood.

“You dare to be a warrior… I believe that this disaster can be solved without relying on you. Isn’t it the effort we put in? If it goes purely in the direction of relying on the hero, I feel like I can’t tolerate it.”

Nella spoke clearly, as if to see and hear me. Daphne stared at Nella from the side with a cold expression on her face, but Nella didn’t seem to care.

“So, the president of the society, please cooperate. If we just defeat this disaster, wouldn’t it be a matter of getting all the honors and the position of the next owner of the Mage Tower?”

Nella speaks openly in front of Laura, and Edwin laughs as if he is troubled. Has Nella grown up, or has she become a demon worshiper?

“I think it will be fun to listen to more, but I don’t think I can stay in the lab for too long. Edwin must have something to study, too.”

said Laura.

“Now, let’s go introduce some other departments. Always chasing comets is a lot of trouble.”

“Wait, hero, no, Illroy.”

I was about to leave the terrace behind them, but Nella’s voice caught me. I deliberately turned around with a sad expression, and Nella, who faced me like that, frowned again.

“In time. I need to talk to you later. Same with the wizard over there.”

It was still a wild talk. As I stared at her without answering, Nella stammered, embarrassed.

“I-I’m not going to talk about how I got kicked out of the party on my own. Because it doesn’t matter now.”

Then, he passed me and Daphne, who were about to leave the room first, and briskly left the terrace. Daphne stared at the place where Nella had left with a curious expression, and I sighed in a complicated mind. If it is true that he became a demon worshiper, then I am not without responsibility.

“What are you thinking, hero?”

Laura asked as she approached me. The Holy Sword might be right. an old fox Laura, who climbed the elevator again, was making an incomprehensible expression.

“I didn’t make that list to embarrass the hero, though.”

Laura turned her head to me and smiled.

“It’s nice to see a hero who is in trouble somewhere.”

“At this point, you look like a demon worshiper. Please speak the truth.”

Laura giggled at my joke and shook her head.

“If I had been a demon worshiper, it would have been very difficult to prevent the fifth plague.”

“I know. It’s because it’s worse than it looks.”

I sighed as I looked at the flickering lights on the 11th floor. As long as the evil spirit worshipers get entangled, things become more complicated than dealing with disasters.

“Comet is the gummi that will probably collide by the end of this spring semester. There will be more than one or two forces trying to hinder him.”

Laura turned around and smiled.

“Evil worshipers are still very much dissatisfied with the disastrous ending of the plagues. They must be frantic to somehow activate the sixth plague normally.”

With a meaningful smile, Laura got off the next stair. I wondered if being able to smile like that, even in this situation, tells me how old this person is. Perhaps when the sixth plague approaches, the first goal of the evil spirit worshipers will be to kill the tower owner.

“Okay, it’s the next floor. This is a research building… .”

I looked at Laura, who casually started guiding.

“Here is the swordsmith who will assign private rooms for Daphne and the hero. I’ll do three things at once. Instructor work, chasing comets and, crucially, weeding out the rats who would get in his way.”

How long has it been since you started your vacation, this person.

“This new semester is going to be fun. Not because of the freshmen, but because of the instructors.”

Laura smiled like a witch and walked away.

“… I don’t know how far these guys are going.”

Bishop Andrew said in a cold voice. The pursuit continued uninterrupted and uninterrupted. It seemed to leave a subtle trace, as if to ask them to come if they were to come. The bishop sighed as he stepped on the head of the ‘transplanter’ who had fallen at his feet. The transparent blood of the locust was dripping down.

“I feel like it’s getting worse and worse. I don’t even know what these guys’ real purpose is. What the hell are these transplants made for?”

Next to the bishop, heretic inquisitors in black clothes walked. Their priestly robes were wet and glistened in the purple light of the cellar. The bishop looked around at the surrounding lights with cold eyes and ordered.

“Light the lantern, put out all those purple torches. While looking around the basement, if you see anything that catches your eye, pick it up and report it to me.”

At the bishop’s command, the Heretic Questioners moved in perfect order. As the purple lights were replaced by yellow and white lanterns, the cellar door opened and someone ran in.

“These fucking Puritan mutts-! Do you know where this place is and mess around with it!”

The evil god worshiper standing on the stairs with a distorted expression shouted as if everyone could hear. Bishop Andrew glared at the worshiper with narrow eyes.

“All of the brothers and sisters who fell outside were all the work of you guys. Even if I burn my life today, I will die with you to soothe their spirits!!”

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Bishop Andre stopped the heretic inquisitors who were about to throw themselves at the worshipers. The worshiper began to turn into a monster as he watched Bishop Andre tear his skin.

“Evil spirits are scary. I never thought I would get rid of such hesitation in giving up my life.”

The bishop shook his head. Tentacles extended from the worshiper’s body. Among the transplants, those transplanted with fragments of the Kraken were the most common. It was probably the disaster that evil spirit worshipers approached the most and was the easiest to rectify.

“■■■■!!”

A worshiper screaming incomprehensibly turned into a monster. The tentacles extending from the monster shattered the torches of the Heretic Questioners hanging on the wall and plunged the basement into darkness again. Each of the Heretic Questioners started lighting up their sexual organs, but Bishop Andre, who had already lit a cigarette, had a relaxed expression.

“You are late.”

Along with Bishop Andre’s words, the tentacles that had been extending toward the Heretic Questioners were severed. Literally dozens of sword attacks poured in in the blink of an eye. The Heretic Questioners looked at the bright red line drawn on the space and stiffened their postures as if they were surprised.

“To be late. Even if I couldn’t come in, he would have organized everything by himself.”

With the sound of the sword returning to its scabbard, the monster collapsed. There was no sign of a sword attack after the sword was fired. Arjen, a mercenary with even sharper momentum, came down the stairs.

“no. There shouldn’t have been too many demon worshipers out there, but it seemed like it took some time to sort it out.”

“It was because a suspicious circumstance was detected. I did some interrogation before they died on the spot. Did you find anything there?”

Arjen entered the basement, kicking the corpse that was blocking the stairs. The bishop brought a lantern to life with his holy spell, lighting up the entire cellar.

“Here, there are traces of trying to make something. What does this look like?”

Bishop Andre sent the orb of light into the corner of the basement, and Arjen narrowed his eyes as he looked at the scenery of the basement.

“what. Could that thing on the floor be a slime?”

Arjen moved to the bishop’s side and looked at the green goo that wet the floor. The bishop tapped the slime with the tip of his toe and shook his head.

“no. It’s not acidic, and it doesn’t seem to be as harmful as it seems at first glance. And if you look at that in the first place, don’t you have a rough idea of what they were trying to do?”

At the end of the place where the bishop chin was a broken glass coffin. When they raided this cellar, they hadtily broke the glass coffin and stole ‘something’ from it. Arjen’s face contorted and he clicked his tongue.

“Tsk. Was it all for distraction? For some reason, it seems to be a little different from usual.”

“yes. It looks like this raid was a failure.”

The bishop looked around and sighed, exhaling smoke.

“I’ve been struggling for weeks to get one of these, but it all seems to go back to nothing.”

“It won’t be all that hard work.”

At Arjen’s words, the bishop raised his eyebrows. Arjen rummaged in his arms and took out a piece of blood-soaked paper. The bishop hardened his face after receiving the paper Arjen held up.

“this… Why are you here?”

“Even when interrogated, he just smiled as usual. With the sound that this time, it will be a hard time.”

Bishop Andre let out a laugh, glanced at the broken glass coffin, and then closed his eyes again with the paper.

“This seems to need to be conveyed to the kingdom at the same time.”

“You can do that yourself.”

Arjen spoke lightly and accepted the cigarette Bishop Andrew handed him. As Arjen took the cigarette, the bishop let out a long sigh, supporting the paper with both hands.

“… Are these guys going to show their teeth now?”

Most of the letters on the bloody paper were obscured, but the bishop could immediately recognize what kind of paper it was.

Kairos Kingdom Academy Admission Announcement.

Bishop Andre couldn’t even guess what the devil worshipers were up to this time.