I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist chapter 87

87. left in the past (2)

twelve years old

It was the age when Marianne became the Heretic Questioner. Marianne’s sexual organs bloomed at an excessively young age. The process of raising a Heretic Questioner is quite harsh. Much more than raising any other soldier or knight. Marianne endured all the harsh training without a change in her expression. At first, she didn’t even know what harsh meant.

“He is a poisonous child.”

Another Heretic Questioner, who was watching Marianne, said. The head of the Heretic Questioner, Andre Zavin, looked at Marianne gasping for breath in front of the slain heretics and nodded. The heresy they found this time was actually an armed independent group. A group that is close to a cult that makes noise by killing people, occupying areas without permission, and building a new religion and a new kingdom.

“I don’t know if it’s poisonous or if I just can’t feel anything.”

Marianne brushed past Bishop Andrew. The girl’s body was full of wounds. All the clothes that were fine until the battle started turned into torn rags.

“How did you say that you were a brought child? It’s Marianne.”

“Do you remember that time ago? The incident where I was caught trying to sell off 30 children at an orphanage in Seongguk somewhere. It was probably before you became the Heretic Questioner.”

Saying so, the bishop took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. As usual, he lit a cigarette and took a long inhalation and exhalation.

“Yes, I remember. Was that about fifteen years ago? Are you the child who was rescued then?”

“I was at the scene. While all the other children were crying and trembling with fear, Marianne, that child was sitting there unconcerned. Of course Marianne knew what was going on.”

Marianne, who caught the attention of Bishop Andre, is entrusted to a special educational institution in the Holy Kingdom from that day on. A group of people who work only for the Holy Kingdom and serve to protect the Puritan Church from the shadow of the Holy Kingdom. An educational institution that trains Heretic Questioners.

“… There are quite a few Heretic Questioners who came in because of a case like that child, right?”

“Children without ointment. Children living hopelessly shoplifting in back alleys. It is a group made up of people who have nothing more to lose in life.”

The Bishop removed the cigarette from his mouth and let out a puff of smoke.

“There is nothing strange about it.”

Bishop Andrew waved his hand and looked at Marianne as she walked back. He received only the simplest first aid, changed his clothes, and came back. Not at all, not the look or look of a twelve-year-old girl. Marianne opened her mouth with an emotionless face.

“It is finished, Bishop.”

“Yes, good work, Marianne. Leave the tidying up to others and leave for work.”

When Bishop Andrew gave permission, Marianne immediately turned her head and walked away. Today, Marianne killed five armed heretics who fiercely resisted. five. Marianne counted them. I was becoming numb to the numbers. Because this isn’t the first time I’ve killed someone. At some point, it became work and became a habit.

“If you hadn’t killed them, they would have killed ten times more people than those who died today. At the same time, he must have dared rebel against the Puritans.”

The bishop had said so. Was it consolation? Even if he hadn’t said it that way, he would have killed people as the Puritan Church ordered. Because Marianne had no choice. Because I’ve never had anything to do with her will. Because he had neither deep religious faith nor hatred of heresy. So the attachment he had for his life was not that great. Marianne hated herself so much.

So Marianne continued to kill herself inwardly. Waiting for the day when someone else’s sword will stab her in the neck and kill her.

The dawn was bright. Marianne was sitting alone in her dark bedroom. The sound of chirping birds came from outside the window. Marianne tried to pick up the rosary, but then put her hand down and turned her head to the side. Yesterday before I went to sleep, there was a compass I turned upside down. Marianne gestured hesitantly as she reached for the compass.

“… .”

Marianne picked up the compass and turned it over. The needle continued its pendulum movement, tick tock tock, and stopped at a certain point. I knew where the needle was pointing. But now, the compass kept moving unsteadily. Marianne tilted her head and opened her eyes.

“… Are you going outside?”

Illroy was not in the room. Marianne blinked at the compass. Seeing as the needle keeps moving, I wonder if I am exercising in the morning. Marianne looked at the needle for a while, then put the compass in her bosom and stood up.

Unless there was a major problem, the warrior party gathered in Illroy’s room every morning. After Marianne washed herself and changed her clothes, she stood in front of Illroy’s door. Illroy’s presence was still not in the room. Daphne walked behind the hesitant Marianne.

“What is it, Marianne? Is Illroy not opening the door yet?”

Marianne shook her head.

“Nope… It looks like you haven’t entered the room yet.”

At Marianne’s answer, Daphne tilted her head in a strange way. You haven’t come back yet? Illroy? Daphne carefully put her hand on the doorknob and turned it. The door was unlocked, and the two entered Illroy’s room looking bewildered.

“What, you all came early.”

Soon after, Georg’s voice came from the doorway. Marianne and Daphne turned their heads at the same time, and Georg also looked into Illroy’s room with a puzzled expression.

“Eh? Where is Illroy?”

“We don’t know either. Did you rush to the Vatican in the morning? Otherwise, there is no way I would suddenly leave without saying anything.”

At Daphne’s words, Marianne squeezed the compass tightly in her arms.

“Should I just sit down and wait? Let’s properly investigate the fact that the party leader was late for the meeting.”

Georg crossed his arms with a joke. They quietly waited for Illroy in an atmosphere of uneasiness. But thirty minutes passed, and even after an hour, Illroy did not return. Daphne, who was talking in between, fell silent, and even Georg looked around the room with a somewhat uneasy look.

“… It’s late.”

Georg’s expression was heavy. something happened They were vaguely aware of that fact in their silence. Marianne took out a compass and held it. The needle was still moving, wandering like a pendulum.

“I think we should go to the Vatican. I don’t think I can just sit still.”

Georg got up first, followed by Marianne and Daphne.

The distance of Seongguk was the same as usual. Marianne suppressed her fluttering chest and followed Georg. And in front of the papal court that arrived, they were confronted with an unexpected person.

“His Holiness the Pope… ? From such an early hour, how… .”

“The hero is currently a disaster… . You are fighting the fog.”

At the Pope’s words, the faces of the party froze.

“that’s… why… .”

As Georg struggled to spit out the words, the pope let out a sigh.

“The hero decided that it would be better to go alone when attacking this disaster. He said that if you go into the fog together, it might be more difficult to attack.”

Georg furrowed his eyebrows.

“That guy… Did you really say that?”

“There is no reason for me to lie. I couldn’t stop the warrior. The warrior’s will was firm. Having never faced a catastrophe, I had no idea what to say.”

Georg sighed, scratched his head, and bowed his head. Behind him, Daphne opened her mouth with a contemplative face.

“I want to go in too. We can’t just let Illroy fight the disaster alone.”

“It’s not possible.”

The pope’s voice was firm. Before Daphne could speak further, the Pope cut her off.

“This is a request from the warrior. It will be the order of the party leader for you guys. It was a request that no one enter the fog until the hero returns.”

The Holy Knights lined up next to the Pope. Like a wall that says you can’t go beyond this.

“I respected the former warrior’s request. Because the hero must have believed in me and asked me to do this.”

“I can’t understand. There’s no way that sincere guy would do something like this without leaving a word behind. What the hell happened?”

Georg opened his mouth in a slightly exasperated voice.

“The hero didn’t tell me all the details. However, you just told me why I couldn’t attack with you.”

With the words that please believe in yourself and wait.

The pope’s voice echoed in Marianne’s ears.

Bassrock. The grass on the floor made a crunching sound as my feet stepped on it. I moved my steps while touching the tip of the holy sword, but stopped at a certain point.

“They’re fresh bastards, these.”

I frowned. When the hell would it end? This terrain, I remembered. I turned my head left and right and looked. This forest, the shade it casts, and above all,

“long time no see.”

A dark cave with its mouth wide open in front of my eyes. I did not approach the cave, but stared blankly at the entrance. The ant nest seems to tempt me to come in.

“… Should I go in?”

As I muttered to myself and was about to step forward, someone’s hand was placed on my shoulder.

“Brother, what are you doing here?”

A voice you’ve never heard before. I looked back. The three adventurers who entered the anthill together. I blinked as I looked at the adventurer leader, Leah, approaching me.

“… Aren’t you a warrior? It’s the first time I’ve seen you this close!”

I looked at the adventurers who were shaking my hand eagerly. The feeling was raw. It really felt like going back in time and facing them. Leia’s hand gripping it, the flow of magical power, and the information my eyes were receiving. All of that was real.

Before I knew it, I was in the anthill.

“Now, let’s go further. It will be a short time, but please take good care of me, hero!”

Adventurers took the lead. I frowned as I looked at the anthill illuminated by the lanterns. vivid To the point where I feel bad. I touched the walls of the anthill with my hand and felt the damp and cool air. I felt all sorts of monsters roaming the anthill in my senses. Like back then, the adventurers skillfully guided me. I defeated the demons that appeared then, just like I promised, and the adventurers admired me just like that time.

“That’s because our leader is actually a fan of the hero. I thought the leader would really like it if the hero accompanied me on this task just once… .”

“Hey, shut up. stop. You are talking nonsense.”

“Cock.”

The adventurers’ chatter was the same as back then. Listening to the adventurers’ conversation, I closed my eyes for a moment soaked in nostalgia, then woke up.

I shouldn’t have done that.

“Because I’m in the spawning season, they need a lot of food.”

When I opened my eyes again, there was a huge spider with a human torso standing in front of me. And at the feet of the spider, there were three adventurers who fell covered in blood. I looked at them with a dumbfounded expression. Harvey, the male adventurer, grimaced as he lifted his bloody face.

“Warrior… run away… .”

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Kwajik.

And the spider’s foot slammed into Harvey’s head. Harvey’s blood splattered on my clothes.

“Is it very different?”

The voice of the spider, Aragrid, said so mockingly. I knelt down looking at the adventurers beneath my feet. This is fantasy. It is an unreality that the fog shows me. Those people are probably still alive and working as adventurers in the royal capital.

“If I had been hungry then, had I needed food, would you have saved these people?”

Aragrid said in a tickling voice. It’s not real. I shook my head in denial. But I had no choice but to get down on my knees and look at them.

“Warrior… .”

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Leah lifted her head and looked at me with longing eyes. I held her hand The feeling of the blood and the warmth of holding her hand are so clear. My hand holding Leah’s hand trembled. Nope. It’s not real. She was what I was able to save then.

“Wouldn’t you just be lucky? At that time, I wasn’t that hungry. I didn’t kill them because I didn’t need much food, so I let them go.”

Aragrid growled.

“Or maybe you were too late to take me down and let them get caught by the spiderlings and slowly melt away.”

It’s not real. This is just an illusion, letting the fog distract me. I sighed, repeating that in my head.

But, I couldn’t help but be angry.

I pulled out the holy sword. out of breath yes. If the purpose was to distract you a little, I’d have no choice but to praise you. you have succeeded

“Do you know what it means to keep attaching families to the past, Mist?”

“What?”

Aragrid smiled and tilted his head, and I said in a chilled voice.

“It is called mental victory. In other words,”

I flew a new model and continued.

“It’s also called masturbation.”