From Mightiest Hero to Demon King (WN)

Two weeks after the battle with the Demon King, Gallius returned to the king's capital.

After three days of waiting, I finally get a glimpse of the king. Meanwhile, the national treasure, the Holy Sword and the Holy Armor, had left the hands of Gallius and had been delivered to the treasure trove.

A secret return.

Left for a few days.

A look after sundown.

You told me to come in plain clothes.

Gallius was not at ease in the pile of unusual things.

(Did you expose that you missed the Demon King...?

On the contrary, suppose the demons were also known to have fled to untouched lands.

While anxiety is solicited, it is passed through during a glance.

The large interior had several staircases at the deepest end and a luxurious throne above it.

"Oh, it's Gallius. Well done."

There was a man on the throne with more gray hair than Gallius.

It is Edgar Midotelias, king of the kingdom of midterriers.

Next to it was a rugged chair, and Isabella the Queen, a beautiful woman in a vibrant dress, sat with a soft-face. My late wife's girlfriend is the youthfulness she also sees around twenty years old.

On the opposite side of Isabella. Sitting there is a smooth looking guy. I don't think the King's genes are approximately inherited, but it is rarely the Prince's Jeredo. By the way, there's no blood connection to Isabella. He is the son of the former queen.

Further down the stairs was a large, jaw-dropping, fierce knight - General Blanc Gotte refraining. Except for the brave, he is a fierce man who is honored that there is no one out to the right in the country.

Gallius twists his neck, wondering what it means not to have one of the guards, although it is a rash of faces. From a habit stained on the battlefield for many years, he moved only his eyes and alerted his surroundings, while advancing into front of the king and kneeling one knee.

"I have received the report. Thank you for your hard work this time."

"Ha, if this is also my mission"

"Uhm. That was the only man in this country who could use the holy sword and holy armor. feat of this time, could not have been accomplished but so"

"Thank you, in your words…"

Apparently, it's unknown that I missed the Demon King. But with his neck hanging, he couldn't wipe his anxiety.

"Gallius, raise your face."

The intimidating voices belong to General Gotte.

Gallius looks up.

Queen Isabella looked blatantly disgusted. Prince Jeredo has a taunt on his neat face. Gotte had his sharp eyes pointed at Gallius.

"The activity of the day, its contribution, is to the best of our knowledge. But, hey..."

King Edgar said, taking words that followed as the queen had perceived them.

"The demon king died and all the demons were scattered. The threat is gone. So I want you to quit the brave."

What the hell is that, Gallius clapped out.

I originally thought defeating the Demon King would end my role. I was tired of fighting too, so much so that I wanted to wish from here.

If you have the title of a former brave man, you can live easy from now on -.

"Then all the feats of the brave will be handed over to my Prince Jeredo"

"........................ what?

"I want Jeredo to do everything he's ever accomplished. Including defeating the Demon King."

I didn't know what you were talking about. No, I could understand the content, but I didn't feel it made sense to do it in the first place. Because...

"Who would believe such a story?

Gallius wore full body armor and on most occasions wore a helmet to hide his face.

But it was only 'most', and he was exposed to his face when he ate or went to bed.

There will surely be a few who have seen his ugly face. But there's more to acquiring with money than being someone unspecified.

"What, there's no problem there. The Holy Sword and the Holy Armor are treasures of our country and cannot be handled except by the brave. So when you use that natural power, you can turn it into an ugly figure (...) No one knows there is a 'curse'"

There can't be such a curse. The holy armor changes in size to suit the user's physique, but that's all. I was sure because it was Gallius himself who was using it.

I mean, they're trying to cheat the people by bragging lies.

"But during the expedition, Jeredo was hiding himself. Suspicion is over."

I said it was ready, but Gallius spills a sigh inside into a shallow, shallow plan.

(I was fighting for these people...)

It's getting more ridiculous than ever.

When he is shy and silent, the king tells him why, even though he does not ask.

"A brave man is a beloved hero from all the people. That's why you need to look like everyone doesn't love you."

The king said clearly that he could also lose his apologies.

"O Gallius, you are too scrupulous to call yourself a brave man!

That's a word I'm tired of hearing. I didn't feel anything now.

Now Jeredo stands up.

"In that regard, I look impeccable. Plus, I have a [charismatic] gift."

Jeredo's favor, Gifts, is what attracts people. His words, which, while looking good, ranged from favored and trusted favors from people to "gifts," had the power to make the other believe, even if they were some lies.

(Speaking of which, you did. But...)

It is a well-known fact that the prince has [charisma]. I wonder if there are a few who take that into account.

If you were thinking blurry and looking at Jeredo,

Don't stare at me like that.

I'm not staring. The swollen eyes just make me think so.

"Well, I'm naturally dissatisfied. But that's why you're not thinking about what you're gonna do with me here, is it? Whatever -"

Jeredo smiled silly at him.

"You're inferior to a soldier if you don't have special weapons (...) So"

Gallius stared at Jeredo this time.

But I didn't want to get violent on the provocation. On my own, with nothing in my hands, Gotte, of course, would be held up by one Jeredo.

Because the strength of Gallius, for one thing, is nothing more than the characteristics of the Grace Gift, now its power cannot be unleashed.

The king cracks.

"Of course, I'm not trying to ignore the merits of that."

When I glanced up, I lifted the leather bag that Gotte had at his feet. Place it in front of Gallius and a ragged noise will sound.

"There are fifty pieces in gold. If you live in the country, you won't have trouble eating for a while," says Gotte chilly.

"I know you do, but you're not gonna talk to me, are you? Even in that sense, when you stay in the country, you know? I don't want to be in contact with anyone who sees my face."

They not only take away the feats of the brave, but also order them to leave the country.

The consideration is fifty gold coins.

"I understand, I do…"

Gallius lifted the leather bag and bowed with a pebble.

I didn't want to stay here long anymore.

Step out between the glances and walk in the dim hallway.

At the age of twelve, Gallius was bestowed a grace, a gift, and summoned immediately to the king's capital. Contact with others was avoided as much as possible and dawned on training as far as possible on the brave.

Come to think of it, this ending might have been promised from then on.

"Gallius, wait for me"

It was General Gotte who followed me. Line up next to each other and walk with them.

"... did the General know?

"Sort of. But there's nothing I can do about it."

Gallius was listening with a chill.

"You'd be discouraged, but it depends on how you think. You're a poor rural man, and you're stuck with brave men."

Even though Gotte was showing a tender gesture, there was an emotion at every end of the word that looked down on Gallius.

Gotte is also a "over there" person, a man who can't possibly put his shoulders in Gallius. There are rumors that never happened, and I couldn't trust them.

"But God also gave a cruel favour, The Gift. [Itemmaster] - 'I can (...) use every weapon (...)',? But on the contrary, you would be inferior to a soldier if you weren't equipped with the appropriate weaponry."

Technically, it's the ability to maximize the performance of every item, not just weapons and protective equipment.

But he himself, as Gotte put it, is inferior to a single soldier.

It was the holy sword and holy armor filled with special effects that was enough to brave him like that. It was taking Gallius' low abilities to levels beyond the Superman.

"I don't care anymore."

"Don't be a thrower like that. It's a good idea to stay away from the battlefield and live comfortably, right? I kept the inn this evening. So slowly figure out how to shake yourself."

Gotte pounds Gallius on the shoulder.

"Speaking of which, I have a fake brave reveal tomorrow. It may not be pleasant to you, but it might be a good idea to see the prince's clown at the end of the day?

While poisoning inside who goes.

(I knew this guy, the prince, was also (...) fooling around...)

I'm not interested in elite or royal power fights, etc.

Gallius was disgusted with everything, and decided to leave King's Capital and start a new life -