I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist chapter 77

77. Looking (2)

6:30 am. Illroy weather.

Wake up later than usual. Marianne got up at 5 o’clock, washed, sat on the bed, and waited for Illroy’s presence, but Illroy didn’t get up until half an hour later. Marianne turned her head and eyes to follow Illroy’s rustling around the room.

“… It’s a little late.”

I heard Illroy muttering. Illroy’s room was right above Marianne’s. Marianne blinked slowly, sensing Illroy’s every step and movement. I couldn’t sleep for a long time, but I washed away my fatigue by activating the magic in my body.

“I need to wash.”

A rustling sound led to the door. The sound of a door opening, a light closing, the sound of something murmuring out into the hallway. Marianne lifted herself from the bed, saying that she too should get up soon. The sun rises noticeably later. Even a month ago, the sun would have been showing signs of rising by now.

“… .”

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Marianne stared blankly out the window. The window outside the royal capital is different from the window Marianne knows. Gorgeous but not clean. Noisy but not noisy. It was not the neat scenery of the holy kingdom, and it was different from the scenery of Baktins and Evernode. Marianne’s love for the scenery was light. It was just enough to stop even if it was there.

In the past, of course, I wouldn’t have caught the scenery in my eyes.

“It’s getting cold.”

At the end of Illroy’s muttering, Illroy disappeared into the bathroom. Marianne got up and walked slowly towards the kitchen. There was a sound of slippers rubbing against the wooden floor. I was going to prepare breakfast while Illroy was washing up.

Chi profit.

The fire came up. While the pen was heating up, Marianne looked for cooking oil. The headquarters kitchen was now almost Marianne’s. Cupboards, cutlery, cooking utensils and more. Marianne took out the ingredients as soon as she could, and started cooking with her familiar hands.

While using the kitchen, I felt at ease. The noise of a pen being heated, the sound of breaking an egg, and even the orderly movements of oneself. Marianne liked the kitchen here. Although it is a little disappointing that the size of the kitchen is the size of a normal family house, despite the fact that it is a 5-story building. Marianne finished preparing the meal and set the plate on the table.

“… .”

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Marianne then looked at Illroy’s usual seat. Illroy was in trouble because he said he would cook whenever he had a chance. Should I say there are no instructions? He was full of enthusiasm, but he had no talent. Why can’t I cook when I use my sword so well?

“Oh, it smells delicious.”

footsteps. Illroy appeared, with a towel over his shoulder, coming down the stairs. Marianne nodded, poured the water, and sat down in a chair. Illroy rubbed under his eyes and sat across from Marianne. It looks like it’s tired somewhere, but I wonder if there’s something worrying about it.

“I prepared as usual.”

“I will enjoy this food.”

Illroy said that and picked up the spoon. When he ate Marianne’s cooking, he had a very happy expression on his face. Even while eating her own breakfast, Marianne would occasionally raise her head to check Illroy’s reaction. When Marianne checked her expression like that, feeling a little satisfaction inside, she lowered her head and concentrated on the morning.

“Do you have plans for today?”

At Illroy’s question, Marianne shook her head. How about Illroy? muttered, and took the bread and ate it. The crispy toasted bread crumbled in Illroy’s mouth.

“I plan to go to the blacksmith guild to retrieve my sword today, would you like to go with me?”

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Marianne blinked and nodded. I never thought that Illroy would propose this first.

“Then I know that since I’m going to finish my work quickly and leave today.”

“Yes. All right.”

Illroy then looked at himself and smiled. Marianne hesitated to avoid Illroy’s gaze for no reason, but soon got up first and began to organize the tableware. Illroy stared at Marianne, then sorted out his dishes and dropped them in the sink. Marianne glanced at Illroy, who pushed her to go back first, then went back.

8 am. Illroy started working.

Of course, the hero’s party, Illroy, was in charge of administrative duties. When it comes to administrative work, there were only simple reports or budget execution. Illroy was contemplating what he had to do today, looking intently at a piece of paper.

“Aristocrats are such a nuisance. In the first place, Her Majesty the Queen would have invited a hero to a social church and put a nail on it not to use it for political purposes.”

Illroy swayed disgruntledly as he held the envelope between his index and middle fingers. A check slipped through the loose envelope.

“Put this in and send it. If that’s the case, just send the money. It’s funny that it’s not even a donation. Aren’t you tired of it?”

Illroy frowned and set the check on top of the stack of papers. Marianne thought that such an upright side of Iroy was very like him. I don’t even write a reply and give it a chance, I just put in a check and send it back. Even so, the nobles who couldn’t give up the merit of being a hero continued to send letters to Illroy.

“… Isn’t it?”

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Marianne nodded at Illroy’s question. Illroy looked at Marianne with narrow eyes and then started flipping through the letters again. Then, having sorted through the letters, Illroy picked up a pen and began scribbling something on a piece of paper. Marianne, who was sitting in the office, seemed to be bothered. But Marianne didn’t give in to Illroy’s eyes and continued to look at him.

“… What day is it today?”

I heard Illroy muttering.

1:30 p.m.

There was something strange about Marianne. I thought so. It seemed that he was following me while glancing at me from the evening, but since this morning, he hasn’t taken his eyes off me at all. To be honest, I was told not to do that, and I left it alone, so what are you trying to do?

“[I’m sure you have something to think about. It’s the same as following you around, so be careful not to spy on you while you’re washing.]”

The Holy Sword made a strange sound. Does anyone have anything to do with criminals? I frowned.

“[The more docile, the more terrifying, Illroy. Because I don’t have the means to know what you’re thinking inside.]”

I think Marianne is a nobleman. Rather, the one who can’t understand his thoughts is probably someone who always smiles like Bishop Andre.

After arriving at the blacksmith guild, I went around the alley for the first time in a while and arrived at the shop. The blacksmith, Robin, came out and greeted Marianne. Robin grinned, removed his gloves, and led us inside.

“Oh, honey. long time no see Did you see the letter I sent you?”

I nodded. For some reason, I had the feeling that Marianne’s gaze at me seemed a little sharper.

“Yeah. The sword is almost finished, so come pick it up.”

Robin nodded cheerfully and pointed at a sword wrapped in cloth. The sword body was wrapped in cloth, but the hilt exposed at the end seemed to say that an unusual piece of work had already been completed. I swallowed dry saliva and stared at the sword.

“[…] A much better sword has been completed than I thought.]”

It was to the extent that even the Holy Sword spit out exclamations like this. I started to look forward to what kind of sword was completed. Did he notice the gaze I was looking at the sword? Robin unwrapped the cloth-wrapped sword and showed it to me.

“Maybe it’s because it’s been a while since I’ve been making it, so I guess I was a bit greedy. It took a long time.”

“Are you done?”

Robin shook his head and carried his sword towards the furnace.

“It has to be quenched a few times, and finally dipped in a corrosive solution and taken out. I also have to change it once. It won’t take long, so could you sit down and wait for me?”

Robin dipped the sword into the furnace, took it out, and let it cool again.

“Still, I don’t think I’ll ever make a sword for someone else again. Until this sword becomes unusable during the battle and the warrior-nim says he needs a sword again.”

Robin looked at the sword and smiled bitterly. I nodded quietly. A red-hot sword. Robin dipped my sword into a long circular barrel. It was probably a solution called caustic fluid. Robin took out his sword and wiped it on a cloth.

“If this happens, it’s no different from being a blacksmith exclusively for the hero.”

At the blacksmith’s words, Marianne’s gaze sharpened even more. Looking at Robin and Marianne bit by bit, it seemed that he had figured out the right number of jokes.

“Consider it an honor. It is a sign that will not exist again in the world.”

“How do you put up a sign like that when you don’t make other people’s equipment?”

Robin said calmly and placed the sword on the grinder. The blade of the sword that came out of the corrosive liquid was shining bluish. Robin stared at the blade with narrow eyes before inserting it into the spinning grinder. Sparks flew and the blade began to sharpen.

“It’s a needlessly strong alloy, so it takes some effort to sharpen the blade. To be honest, I can’t imagine a situation where this is broken and the warrior-nim asks me to make a sword.”

Robin grumbled and took out his sword and checked its condition again.

“I don’t know if I can make a sword like this again. I’ve been thinking of a few sword names.”

that’s the name of the sword I blinked and looked at the sparking sword. Because the holy sword was just a holy sword. Do you have any idea what name the sword gets?

“[It varies from person to person. After all, there were knights who gave swords the same names as people and treated them like lovers.]”

… I honestly can’t do that. I twisted my mouth. What is a knight like?

“Okay, it’s over.”

Robin said plainly, put his sword on the cloth and returned to the table. Marianne’s gaze, which had been glaring at me for a while, was also drawn to that direction by the brilliance of the sword. The blade was almost translucent. When a metal called mithril is mixed, it seems that the blade changes like this.

“This is the second sword of the hero.”

Wave-like patterns were engraved on the blade. I swept the blade once with my index finger. I felt a chill creep up my fingers. It was as if he was trying to pierce me deeply with his piercing eyes. The length and width of the blade were similar to those of the Holy Sword. It feels like it was intentionally made as a pair with a holy sword. The leather wrapped around the hilt was a different brown color than that of the holy sword.

“[This, the sword already covers the owner. Even the sword used by the Grand Duke of the North allowed you to use your body. Do you know that it was made for you?”

The Holy Sword seemed to be interesting. Without hesitation, I gripped the sword with my left hand. A chill instantly penetrated his hand and rose up, then lingered in his arm as if it had suddenly hardened.

“[This naughty bitch, I’ll fix it, Illroy.]”

The cold voice of the Holy Sword came. The chill that was running up his arms disappeared before he knew it. For some reason, I felt that the sword in my left hand twitched and moved, but it must be because of my mood.

“What should I do with my name?”

I asked Marianne. Marianne opened her eyes wide as if she hadn’t expected to be asked that question, then looked at the sword in my left hand.

“… Would it be okay if I built it?”

“I can’t come up with a good name.”

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Marianne quietly rubbed her chin, then carefully looked at the wave pattern on the blade.

“How about the ‘soil’?”

“Have a veil. It’s a cute name.”

I said that and touched the hilt of my sword. I shook my head when Marianne put on an expression that said, “Have you got the name wrong?”

“A veil would be nice.”

“That’s a nice name. Originally, the simpler the name of the sword, the better.”

Robin nodded slightly. I smiled and raised my sword. veil. It was honestly my favorite name.

“Anyway, to name the sword.”

Robin smiled at Marianne. Marianne looked back at Robin, seemingly puzzled, and I sighed at the subtle composition of the two.

—

4 pm. Illroy came home.

Illroy asked Marianne for sparring, saying he wanted to get used to his new sword. Marianne immediately accepted this unexpected offer. In the meantime, he had taught Illroy some martial arts techniques, but he had never fought directly with a sword and spear. Marianne sat quietly in her office without Illroy, lost in thought.

“Then, I’ll go downstairs first.”

In the basement of the headquarters, there was a separate training room. Illroy hurried down to the basement with a somewhat excited look on his face, carrying his newly acquired sword. Marianne sat back against the holy window and stared at the desk. What was it that Illroy kept scribbling on and frowning on? I wouldn’t be able to rummage through the desk.

Then, Marianne caught a piece of paper that had fallen on the floor. Marianne couldn’t resist her curiosity to pick up the paper and examine it. Perhaps the reason why Illroy was dazed was because of that paper.

just putting it back.

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Marianne justified her curiosity and cautiously approached the paper. Then, after picking up the paper and checking what was written on it, there was no choice but to freeze on the spot.