The Hero Who Returned From Death Quits

19 – EP2. One Night’s Love

‘That invitation…?’

The invitation from the Ruderan family.

It was an invitation that his late father, the former head of the family, had sent to him.

Sein recalled the stories that came up at that time.

Clearly, his father suddenly stepped down from his position and the conversation was abruptly cut off.

No, perhaps, it was because he died that the result came out like that.

All the abnormal and unnatural incidents that happened during the journey began to raise suspicions.

…Also, what happened?

Now, it’s funny to debate about it.

There is no longer any desire to dig into him, nor can I defend him.

Just moments ago, in the footage I saw, he was filled with negative thoughts secretly, so it wouldn’t be strange to say that he betrayed.

And, to be more honest, I have doubts about morally judging him.

If an ordinary person colluded with demons, they would be outraged, and there have been cases where they actually have been outraged, but at least at that time, he was a patient with a mind illness that couldn’t be called by any means.

Where can you find someone who curses a sick person for stumbling backward instead of forward?

Where can you find someone who curses the person causing trouble when people are injured?

At least, she couldn’t dare pour any more anger.

When even she herself almost went crazy, who can she blame?

She could only hope that he had suffered less damage than she thought.

…

I want to see blood.

It was a sensation that I realized after spending half a day.

It seems that the owner of the Black Magic, the Demon King, disappeared and my body state noticed it, so I realized it now.

If this erosion continues, I might really turn into a monster, so I became a little scared.

I managed to endure until now without being affected, but now the thought of losing my mind to the Black Magic of a dead Demon King was unthinkable.

I suppressed the instincts and impulses raging inside me.

Yes, at least until I return to my hometown, I couldn’t go crazy.

I tried to think about my hometown. Because I thought it would be a reason to suppress the impulse and it would help to suppress it.

I remember my hometown. It was probably a small territory in a small country called Talen.

But what I remember are not those basic pieces of information, but rather the experiences that I had.

I don’t remember the scenery of my hometown.

I don’t remember the memories of my hometown.

And above all, I couldn’t even remember the faces of my parents who gave birth to me.

What kind of childhood did I have?

Maybe I was an illegitimate child.

What kind of person was I?

Perhaps I was a foolish person who was obsessed with success and fame. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to wield the Holy Sword.

What kind of child was I to my parents?

…I don’t know. I don’t remember.

After grabbing the Holy Sword and becoming a hero, I proceeded with my journey mostly in a dazed and confused state.

The memories before grabbing the Holy Sword are as vague as if they were covered in fog.

That’s why I’m afraid.

I’m afraid that I won’t be able to see the scenery hidden in the fog. I’m afraid that I’ll wander in the fog and eventually lose my way and collapse.

Regardless of the case, trying to recall my past is undoubtedly a luxury that I couldn’t even dream of during my days as a hero. However, humans are prone to be tempted by what they do not possess, and what I cannot possess now is to dispel the fog and regain the everyday life of the past.

Death does not scare me. I fear being so distant from myself that I can’t return to who I truly am.

I’m afraid that I will never rediscover my true self.

Unable to answer the question of what kind of child I was, I paused for a moment and asked myself the final question.

Who am I?

…I hope to someday find the answer to this question, so I firmly grab my restless mind and move forward once again.

…

It has already been two months since the hero was banished, and the voices calling for the hero’s punishment gradually decreased.

People, after briefly being angry at the hero, eventually returned to their own reality, which was a devastated empire and neighbors who couldn’t return due to a long war.

People began to focus more on what they needed to do, and eventually, the hero was pushed aside as a “very hateful and detestable, but ultimately a problem of a different level.”

And then, at that moment, another major announcement came from the palace.

The hero was accused of treason.

Peria was the first one to hear the news.

She had succeeded the position of the ruler of Matap after the war had ended, and although she had only recently become the ruler, all eyes on her were filled with envy and admiration.

It was not surprising that she was the first to hear the news from the palace’s magician.

“… What?”

Peria asked the wizard who had cast the communication spell.

“The sight of a hero revealing his animosity towards the Emperor has been caught by the surveillance system within the palace….”

The palace had a surveillance system that monitored every corner of its interior, and this was one of the most important tasks of the palace wizards.

The fact that every part of the palace was under surveillance could not be disclosed to the nobles and guests, so it was carried out as a secret task, and it was the most dangerous move that could be made within the imperial court.

And now, that move has been made.

It meant that there was someone who was willing to take risks in order to gain something.

Unconsciously, Peria chewed on her thumbnail.

She spoke to the palace wizard.

“So, what is this move that has been made within the palace? Tell me.”

And immediately, her eyes widened.

The image started playing, and the hero was speaking in front of the Emperor.

And when the Emperor finished speaking, the hero muttered as he left the hallway.

“I really want to kill him, that damn Emperor.”

And then, immediately realizing his own words, he closed his mouth.

The video ended.

Peria stared blankly at the crystal ball, lost for words.

There was nothing she could say.

No, expressing discontent towards the Emperor so blatantly, and even talking about wanting to kill him, was an unmistakable act of rebellion that couldn’t be ignored.

She frowned.

The hero had become a quarry. Was there really a good reason to push him further?

Against her own intentions, her keen mind began to calculate on its own.

Sain was unconditionally loyal to the Empire, but she herself always stepped back and thought for herself.

And thinking that way, the Emperor was a skilled politician who never acted without reason.

… Was there a definite reason for the hero to die?

She bit her lip lightly.

If she wanted to decipher the information contained in the shard of the Holy Sword, she had to start now before it was too late.

With her head still throbbing from the calculations, Peria continued deciphering the memories of the Holy Sword.

After a few days had passed since Peria heard the news, the accusations of the hero’s rebellion struck the entire kingdom.

Using this as evidence, the Imperial Court proved the necessity of the previously undisclosed surveillance system within the palace, and eventually, the imperial surveillance system was revealed to the entire empire.

The ones who felt uncomfortable being watched in the palace dared not raise their heads against the Emperor, due to the act of rebellion by a warrior against him.

And the warrior, on a more important level, transformed into an enemy that the Empire must surely chew and devour.

Even without the opinion that people should understand the warrior’s intentions, they simply petitioned for his execution. More accurately, they had no choice but to petition.

The Emperor, in order to capture the warrior, added support by telling Count Seryndel, who had been dispatched, to definitely succeed, and even said that if successful, he would acknowledge a great achievement.

In other words, indirectly announced that if Count Seryndel captures the warrior, he would be made the leader of the military, the first in command.

People all looked for hints from the golden lions of the Empire, Luderan, but Luderan remained silent.

Someone said that Luderan had surrendered to the Imperial Palace, while others said that Luderan was actively trying to capture and kill the warrior himself.

And, the owner of all those rumors, Sein, was just lying on her bed blankly.

Even she couldn’t understand why she was like this. Was it a sense of betrayal towards the Emperor, or hatred towards the warrior who dared to rebel, or what?

And as she worried about herself for lying idly in bed, a girl who was jumping towards her bed appeared.

“Sister, what’s wrong? Are you in pain?”

Sein’s only younger sister, Tia Luderan, asked with a worried look, examining Sein everywhere.

“Sister, why are you just lying down like this…?”

Sein looked at her and smirked. How many people could there be who would continue to worry someone who had turned eleven and was worrying about her?

Sein gently stroked Tia’s head and said, “Yeah, sister is a little tired, that’s why. Do you want to lie down with me, Tia?”

Tia nodded her head, and Sein hugged her adorable younger sister and lay down.

Yes, I can’t let this child worry.