I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist chapter 71

71. The saint and the warrior (3)

“how… How can this be?”

The demon worshiper’s voice trembled. He looked down at the severed limbs, oozing blood black and like tar. The concept of moderation didn’t seem to exist for that crazy swordsman. It wasn’t good for them. Those who wield their swords relentlessly when they judge them to be enemies. Those who do not see a gap in their heart to dig into.

“You truly single-handedly sliced up all these monsters.”

Beneath Bishop Andrew’s feet was a struggling demon worshiper with countless daggers stuck in it. The bishop trampled on its head as if it were a stepping stone, and looked at Arjen calmly. A pile of severed tentacles in front of Arjen, and the dismembered body parts of demon worshipers submerged in pools of blood.

“These are the ones who use unreasonable power without hesitation. Thanks to you, it took longer than I thought.”

Arjen spat that out and kicked the tentacles left by the demon worshipers as if in annoyance. I had to catch them and dig out their stomachs, so I couldn’t kill them all at once. Fighting while controlling your strength was sometimes harder than fighting with all your might.

The power of disaster was formidable. The tentacles regenerated even if they were cut off. I felt like I would kill them if I used the aura, and if I didn’t, I’d have to keep holding on to them. So Arjen kept holding them. Beyond blocking the tentacles and attacks of five or six men at a time, he slashed and cut them off. Until the bastards can no longer play.

“vicious… bloke.”

The evil spirit worshiper muttered that and looked at Arjen. Arjen looked down at his worshipers with a hateful face. It looked like he wanted to spit.

“If you can make more tentacles, try making them. I will deal with you no matter what.”

The tentacles did not even touch Arjen, let alone inflict significant damage on them. Arjen showed no sign of exhaustion. The plague worshiper contorted his face, then threw his head back and fell. Arjen raised his head and shook his head.

“I’ve never seen guys so crazy. Is it because they worship evil gods, or is it because they were like this from the start?”

“That’s something we don’t even know. And if you’re curious about that, now you have to ask yourself.”

The bishop crushed the worshiper’s head on the floor one last time and approached the head worshiper. There is still a lot of dagger left in the cloak. I was able to ask him questions all night long.

“Could you help me with the interrogation process?”

“You talk like you don’t care at all about the situation outside.”

“Well, wouldn’t it be more strange to be worried when the hero is here?”

Bishop Andre put his hand into his cloak and began to rummage through it, choosing the right memorization.

“As long as the hero is present, it will be okay no matter what happens.”

“… You seem to have a lot of trust in him.”

“Rather than trust, let’s call it faith. Kind of like religious beliefs.”

The bishop took out a thin and sharp dagger from his bosom. As if the blade had been sharpened, the bishop rubbed the blade, then nodded and squeezed it in reverse.

“A homage to someone who exceeded my expectations and ended up with a result far closer to the ideal than I could have presented.”

Bishop Andrew stepped on the demon worshiper’s severed arm and bent his knees. The smiling face looked genuinely happy. The bishop then thrust the dagger right into the demon worshiper’s nose.

“Now then, shall we begin with a simple tasting? Because this is a job.”

“U.S… Did you think you would open your mouth saying that?”

At the words of the devil worshiper, who seemed to be determined, Bishop Andre let out a chuckle.

“Everyone who got my hands on it said that. I won’t tell you. Do you know how many of them didn’t open their mouths to the end?”

As Bishop Andre swept down the blade of his dagger, a golden sexual organ followed him. The bishop’s sexual organ glowed like a blazing fire in a cave.

“Let’s see how long you can hold out. Since your name is a demon worshiper, you can hold out a little longer, right?”

The devil worshiper’s expression contorted at Bishop Andrew’s smile. Bishop Andrew threw himself down and sat down on the body of a demon worshiper.

“There’s nothing to break and cut, so let’s start by lightly peeling the skin. It is better to touch the face last. If I pull out all my teeth now, I won’t even be able to answer.”

The evil god worshiper glared at Bishop Andre with the vigor of a snort, but as soon as the blade of the dagger encased in the sexual organ came into contact with his skin, he immediately froze. Chi profit. Smoke rose from the amputated surfaces of the limbs with a groan. A gleam of joy shone in Bishop Andrew’s eyes, and the demon worshiper shook his head in dismay.

“ruler… for a moment. Ugh!”

Bishop Andrew plunged the blade shallowly into the demon worshiper’s flesh as if opening a cloth. The blade struggled through the resistance of the tentacles, but the sensation of slowly cutting through the flesh seemed more painful. Bishop Andre turned his head and looked at Aren, enjoying the screams as if they were background music.

“It looks like the work here is over, so would you like to go check the situation outside? Seeing as the time has come for the sun to rise and there has been no news, it seems that Isis has really succeeded.”

aaa

When Arjen saw the demon worshiper screaming again, he turned around and left the brewery. The sky was turning a dark blue. On the avenue that stretched out to the end of the brewery, people who had previously been apocalyptic worshipers were gathering and talking with serious expressions. And over their shoulders, what appeared to be devil worshipers were struggling with their hands and feet tied.

“Georg.”

Arjen approached Georg, who was watching over the demon worshipers. The knight commander’s distorted face, determined and glaring at him, was more terrifying than that of any other Witchbeast. Georg looked up at Arjen and raised his eyebrows.

“Arjen. Have you captured all the others?”

“yes. Bishop Andre should be talking to them in the brewery right now.”

It’s not going to be a good conversation. Georg frowned.

“What about Isis?”

Georg slapped his palm with an ah, as if he remembered it just then.

“Isis succeeded. He healed the child completely. Healing magic seems to have grown, even the child’s severed hand grew.”

Georg said so in a weak voice. Even though the plan was carried out as Isis said, it seemed that they were distracted by something else rather than joy.

“You succeeded.”

“yes. Thanks to that, Isis’ healing ability was also able to grow.”

Georg looked at the people.

“… What happened to those people?”

“One of the villagers who was helped by Isis is working hard to convince them. Most of the dubious people are starting to doubt the doomsday cult, and there are still people who deny the reality.”

is it.

Arjen nodded.

“Is Isis all right?”

“yes. I used a lot of mana and exhausted myself, but I was unharmed and unscathed. Illroy took them back to church.”

without a single wound. Hearing that, Arjen let out a small sigh in relief. When the villagers walked out of the brewery as if they were going to give it a shot, I thought things were going to go wrong on the outside.

“… yes. Illroy saved it this time too.”

Georg muttered. Arjen looked at the villagers expressionlessly, then took a step. I kept putting it off, but I couldn’t put it off any longer.

A conversation was needed. A conversation with a warrior.

Arjen made up his mind and moved on. To face a certain form of truth or change that you have been avoiding so far.

—

One thing I didn’t know while reading the original. Isis was a crybaby.

“sorry.”

He kept sniffing while I was holding him, but when I got to church and put him in my bedroom, he started crying again. Why is he suddenly like this? what did you eat wrong I awkwardly sat down on the floor across from the bed where Isis was sitting.

“It was my fault, but at the time I was just scared… . People here don’t even think about it.”

sniff

Isis shed tears like chicken droppings. As I wiped my eyes with my hand, tears ran down my fingers. I feel ashamed because I cry so sadly.

“[Why don’t you give me some comfort? It’s a bit like just letting it go.]”

sorry. There is no talent for consolation, and there is a reason why I cannot comfort it.

I sighed and changed my posture to sit a little more comfortably. At my sigh, Isis shrugged. Seeing this, I really felt that Isis is still young. Isis lowered her head and sniffed to calm herself, then raised her face. His eyes are blue, but his tears are red. The hair was stuck all over the face. What a mess.

“Isis.”

When I called her name, Isis nodded.

“Yeah.”

“First of all, good job. Thanks to you, I was able to save this place from danger. Catching the demon worshipers by the tail would probably have been successful. There will be opportunities to care for the injured more.”

Isis blinked. Tears splashed little by little as I blinked my eyes.

“It’s just a little bit of what I didn’t think of back then. You will have to keep looking after it. To find a sick person, a person struggling in pain.”

Isis’ words have become much more mature. I thought I was lucky and smiled a little.

“yes. I’m glad.”

“… It’s because you insisted on sending me here.”

The voice of Isis who said that was crawling into the rat hole.

“I can’t even think of that. Just, back then, I just hated you… . I said that in anger and ran out. You don’t even blame me.”

There are many mistakes I made. Isis smiled dryly and lowered her head again.

“At that time, I couldn’t instill trust in the party members. With the title of a hero.”

“Nope. I… What we did wrong is too big. If only I had believed in you back then, as you believed in me the day before yesterday.”

I shook my head. It was good to think about and recall the mistakes of the past, but it was not good to flow into the family. I have to make sure it doesn’t repeat itself, and family is nothing but an act of staying in the past.

“My magic has recovered a little. I will treat you right away.”

Isis said that and clenched her fist. Then he got off the bed and came a little closer to me. Isis’s hand touched my head, where there was a wound. I raised my hand involuntarily, and when Isis saw the empty hole in my hand, Isis’ expression turned sullen again.

“A lot of… It hurt.”

Isis very carefully placed hers in my injured hand.

“me… instead of me. Black.”

Isis couldn’t let that fact come out. When people’s beliefs shifted from the logic of doomsday worshipers to Isis’ devotion, if Isis confessed her wrongdoing, the game would turn over, and even those who denied doomsday worship could not know what would happen.

“it’s okay.”

yes. If I was able to save them by being so angry, resentful, and barely getting hit by flying stones, then that’s it. I was hit by a giant’s fist, but is the stone a big deal?

“sorry.”

The depth of the word sorry was deep. Maybe the words I’m sorry aren’t just for me. Um, did the tears burst again? Isis rubbed my hand, then silently wept again. Then, a warm golden power slowly wrapped around me from the top of my head. The tingling sensation slowly began to fade.

“… I am cured.”

After a while, Isis removed her hand and said. The wound literally healed as if it had been washed. It would have been nice to have a healer like this in our party. I laughed bitterly.

“With this power, I can now help others more.”

“Yeah. I will.”

Isis nodded. It was a messed up face, but it was still beautiful. Heroine is not just anyone.

“[Isn’t it your hobby to look at anyone and think they’re beautiful?]”

… no. No.

The Holy Sword tried to misunderstand Amon. I barely managed to shake my head out of nowhere and squeezed the hilt of the holy sword.

“… I’ll wash my face and come back.”

Isis stood up and said. I did need to wash my face. wipe some tears Blow your nose a little. Tidy up your hair too. Isis trudged over and opened the door.

“The story seems to be over.”

Then, facing the person standing at the door, Isis opened her bunny eyes and stopped. It was Arjen who looked tired somewhere. Are you here to find Isis? Looks like the devil worshipers got a good catch.

Contrary to my expectations, Arjen looked sideways at Isis, who slipped through the door, then turned his head back into the room. while staring straight at me.

“Let’s talk.”

I blinked as I saw Arjen saying that.