I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist chapter 145

145. Snow in Midsummer (2)

Snowflakes landed on the noses and foreheads of the people who were clearing the battlefield. Seeing the snow falling out of nowhere, everyone put on a bewildered expression as if they were dreaming. Snow fluttered. In the dark void caught between the cracks of daylight, the sky-blue snow fell.

“… What is this?”

“I don’t know either.”

People stopped arranging debris and corpses for a moment and looked up at the sky. The origin of the snow was unknown. I could only vaguely guess that it was a rift in the pitch-black sky. People were feeling afraid of the darkness of the rift.

“It’s scary. What the hell is going on? What kind of eyes are you suddenly seeing?”

“But strangely… Isn’t it ominous?”

People couldn’t deny what someone said. The darkness was deep, but the eyes were not ominous. The sunlit eyes shone in a variety of colors. Invisible prisms scattered and spread the light. The snow that fell on the floor did not melt right away. A crack in the sky covered the sun.

The snow gradually accumulated. People were looking at the piling snow curiously. People let the snow pile up, knowing that it would interfere with the removal of debris. He just seemed to think that what was happening now was a post-war daydream that everyone in the capital had at the same time.

“You will go through all sorts of strange things. Snow in midsummer.”

“I will.”

Over the rubble, over the corpses, snow piles up. Into the castle, out of the castle. The comet lost its roots and became just her eyes. Snow was falling, saying that the world would not perish, but people did not know him. The news was delivered to people only after the snow had completely piled up all over the streets.

“It’s snowing.”

“I don’t think it’s a useless sign. Wasn’t it the snow that fell after the comet disappeared?”

In front of the southern gate. Agnes was caught in the snow. Archduke Quenore took a step back from her. A gust of wind blew the hem of the Archduke’s black robe.

“By the way, what the hell are you doing here without receiving treatment?”

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The Queen narrowed her eyes and looked at the Archduke. Beneath the bandages, Quenore’s skin must be ragged from the three scars left by the lion. The bleeding stopped, but that didn’t mean it didn’t need treatment. However, despite the deep wound, the archduke put my treatment on the lowest priority. Thanks to this, Quenore survived for two days with only the most basic first aid.

“I will live if I leave it alone. The lives of other wounded soldiers will be in danger if not treated right away. It is enough to endure the pain, but death cannot be avoided by gritting your teeth.”

“It is your choice. I won’t say anything unless you die.”

Agnes checked herself. The wound was shallow. Deep, sharp pain is a fracture, broad and dull pain is a bruise, and pain that supports a burnt area with the tip of an icicle is a stab wound. Agnes sorted and counted the pain. A talent for growing and blooming minute by minute graced her body.

“It’s embarrassing to go into battle and not be unscathed.”

“I am glad that Okche is safe.”

As long as she protected herself, Quenore wouldn’t have hurt her body. Agnes showed no shame. By telling her words without looking back, she replaced her embarrassment.

“The person who should be supporting the country is being supported by someone.”

“It is people who support each other. Do not be ashamed of relying on people to overcome.”

Agnes laughed bitterly. He was not ashamed of relying on people. However, he was only in a guilty mood. He’d rather take responsibility if the hero couldn’t save him, but the hero never failed to save him. The queen thought him happy, but she felt sad.

She said, “Okay. Do not engrave The king is also a person now.”

“He was never non-human, Your Majesty.”

Quenore’s words were straightforward. Agnes did not take straightness for granted. Quenore knew that too. The conversation between the warlord and the god does not advance to the personal realm. Agnes stopped complaining and looked up at the sky. His black cracks were still pouring snow.

“Is there any way to know what happened to the comet? It is frustrating for her to wait for two days.”

“Looks like we have no choice but to wait for the wizard’s report.”

“I guess so.”

It was when Agnes sighed and turned her back. On the way back to the capital, he suddenly appeared and stood there. As his eyes stared at the slightly piled gray hair, Queanor and Agnes blinked.

“Hero Illoi, I came after defeating the comet.”

It wasn’t until his mouth moved that they realized it wasn’t in vain. Agnes looked at Illroy with a frown on his brow. The hero appeared so calmly and reported so calmly.

“How long do you have to surprise me to be satisfied?”

“I’m sorry. I’m glad you’re okay.”

Illroy lowered his head. Agnes walked slowly in front of him. Even with her head down, Agnes had to glance up at Illroy. Gray hair flowing down like a cloud. Agnes, who had been looking at him quietly, stretched out his hand.

“Your Majesty-“

“Be still.”

Agnes’s hand stroked Illroy’s head

It was. The hero’s body tried to back away like a frightened dog, but only flinched. A public accident, whatever, now I just wanted to quietly stroke the hero’s head.

“You saved the world. One more time.”

“I didn’t ask for it. Along with His Majesty, everyone who was defending this country saved it.”

“What I wanted to protect was a small piece of land and a flag, and what you wanted to protect was the world. Who would disagree with the statement that you saved the world?”

The Queen said with a smile. Illroy still didn’t raise his head. The Queen slipped her hand away and placed a hand on Illroy’s chin to raise his head.

“Thank you.”

“… I do not know where to turn.”

The queen smiled and waved her hand. In response to the silent order to celebrate, Illroy bowed and turned his head. Quenore Strop greeted the hero with a weary smile.

“The debt is paid, Illroy. Every warrior in the north remembers you. But….”

Quenor glanced down at his snowflake-covered palms.

“You’re in debt again, Illroy. I don’t know if I can repay the debt I owe you even if I risk my whole life like this. If you pay off, you will be given a bigger debt.”

“Don’t think of it as a debt. I also didn’t do it with the thought of lending money.”

“People can shed grace, but they cannot shed debt. So please think of it as a debt.”

Quenore said with a wry smile. Illroy shook his head lightly as if he would not be more condescending.

“Thank you for holding out, Archduke. I have already received enough and overflowing.”

“Well, you think you received it, but I don’t think the repayment is over yet.”

The Grand Duke approached the hero. Quenore secretly tried to estimate the hero, but the hero had already gone far beyond what the archduke could have imagined. Beyond the wall, even beyond the mountain, there was a higher place. In the faraway place, Illroy was silently watching without even gesturing.

“It’s good to have a sense of pride, but think of your body first, Grand Duke.”

Quenore smiled shyly and stepped back. Illroy, who defeated the giant, was a wounded warrior, but now Illroy is a mythical hero and an idol of the people. The king was a human, but the current hero exuded an air current that was difficult to call a human even to Quenore.

“Don’t go too far, Illroy. Give me time to catch up I think I’m at the point where I have to ask you to teach me a lesson.”

Illroy smiled without saying anything. Illroy seemed to be well aware that being humble was now rude.

“If you fully recover, I will go to the North. Then we will try again.”

“Don’t make me go south again this time.”

Quenore laughs like a joke. Agnes quietly listens to the conversation. Illroy caught the two of them in his eyes, then moved on and disappeared. There were no footprints of Illroy in the snow.

—

“How are you feeling?”

Georg suddenly opened his eyes and looked at me. Georg was lying on the bed looking pretty funny. His left arm, when he was holding his shield, was bound with a splint and bandages. He also broke a couple of ribs, and his cuts were too numerous to count. He probably has a lot of invisible microfractures. Sad child. He seemed to have used up all his dragons at the head of the front.

“Worst but good. You won anyway.”

“You know that if you mention your fiancé before a war in a story, you die in that war, right? You saved your life.”

“Were there any stories like that? It’s the first time I’ve heard of it.”

I smiled at Georg, who said it strangely and strangely. Since he was not in critical condition, Georg’s treatment was put on a lower priority. A gaze staring at me. I met Georg’s eyes and frowned.

“What is it, gross.”

“… No. Good work, Illroy.”

It seemed that there was nothing more to say. I also didn’t have anything to talk about, so I got up on my knees. Georg, who was hesitant, handed over his words to me, who had half turned his body to stand up.

“Are you injured anywhere?”

“Would you have been walking around like this? He must have been lying quietly in the hospital room like he did when he was a giant.”

An exchange of silence and gaze. Georg gave me a look, but I remained expressionless. I don’t know why such a question popped up.

“Yes. It’s not like I’m going to gossip in the hospital.”

Muttered Georg and straightened his pillow.

“I sleep. I can’t come to my senses because of the drug.”

Immediately, my eyes closed, and I heard a scratchy breathing sound. I left Georg’s room and went into the next room. The headquarters of the warrior party was being used as a temporary ward. While everything except my room was turned into a space to accommodate patients, the strong smell of disinfectant wafted through the hallway. I used to go around the hallways and go down the stairs until I reached a room in front of me.

Before I could knock on the door, the door to the hospital room opened spontaneously.

“… Hi.”

Marianne and Daphne were sitting on the bed, looking at me. Marianne was in a state that was no different from Georg, and Daphne nursed Marianne and held her face close to her, as if talking about something secret.

“Come in and sit down.”

Daphne beckoned. I stepped into the room with a shy smile. There was a holy window leaning against one wall of the room, and objects that seemed to belong to Daphne filled the empty furniture.

“How are you feeling? Are you getting better?”

“Yes. Not bad. There are many minor injuries, but they are not seriously injured.”

If there’s one thing that stands out, maybe it’s the bandage wrapped around his head. Marianne, who seemed to have sensed my careful gaze, rubbed my hair.

“It’s not a big wound. It’s just a little torn.”

I couldn’t really trust her little bit. However, seeing him desperately trying to hide the affected area, I decided not to look at the bandage. Her silver bangs had been cut short and fluttered in a cute way.

“What about Daphne?”

“I think he looks better than Illroy. Aren’t you up all night again? Where did he go, why is it that he doesn’t always appear in the dorm, but suddenly appears in the morning?”

I didn’t answer. There was no need to gossip about using ‘wings’ to travel around the continent and check the damage status of monsters.

“Walking.”

Maybe it was because most of the monsters were gathered in the royal capital. In other parts of the continent, damage was not so great. Not to mention the northern part that was at the forefront of subjugating monsters, it seems that the eastern and western regions that passed to the holy kingdom were also able to stop the monsters with difficulty. Late at night, I went to the heavily damaged area to see if anyone needed help.

‘… Who was here?’

And, more than anything, I was worried about Baktins. In a situation where the restoration of the village was not yet complete, the coastal city, worried about whether it would be able to withstand the attack of the monsters, was less damaged than expected.

‘Yes. An unnamed person came and fought the monster alone.’

It was someone who introduced himself as an anonymous mercenary, with his face covered, said the provincial governor of Bakhtins.

“… If you’re going to make an excuse, show some sincerity.”

Daphne answered with his mouth sticking out. She thought that there was nothing she could do about it. I pulled a chair and sat down. We looked at each other for a while without speaking.

“How did you defeat the sixth plague?”

Snow had accumulated on the window sills as well. I nodded my head as I stared into the softly piled eyes.

“There is only one left.”

Are you saying that there is only one left, or that all disasters so far have been preparations for that one time? I looked back at my memory and frowned.

The seventh plague.

Come to think of it, what kind of ending did the original work have? ?

It was a knock at the door that broke the idea of digging up memories. Daphne wordlessly shook his hand, and the door opened, revealing the welcome guest’s face.

“Does anyone need treatment?”

Isis looked around the room, then fixed her gaze on me. Seeing the saintess’ eyes carefully looking at me, I squinted my eyes involuntarily.