Hero’s Redo ~ A Hero That Once Saved the World Reborn as a Girl ~

- Bandit Perspective

Tell me you've calmed down, or let me get it back, and my cold head Osama is leaning across the street from me in a cup of water. Because of his mustache, he looks about a turn older than me, but maybe he's actually younger. When I prompted him to talk, Osama - Gracie began to talk about being pompous and dissatisfied with what she was and why she was deluding it with alcohol.

Gracie was from a large city headed west from this king's capital. Apparently he had a small outdoor shop there to earn a living and was surrounded by wives and children to build a poor but happy family. But such happiness was suddenly destroyed one day. It's a raid by the Demon Army. Demons who destroyed the city, killed people, and did everything possible to plunder and assault them. Not all the inhabitants of the city were harmed, and the lucky ones seem to have escaped to some extent, but many people nevertheless sacrificed themselves. Gracie, who happened to be out purchasing outside the city, seemed to be one of those survivors.

A report of the raid was made known or not, and the entire Strom kingdom moved to a strict state of precaution, making it difficult to enter the city anyway, and the likes of travellers and pedestrians were forced to stop at places of purchase and so on. Gracie also said she was waiting for a day when she could jerk off and get out of the city as she quickly leaned herself into the accommodation the city had prepared. Then the strict order was lifted, and he hurried back to his city. But...

"... my city stayed. But most of the residents who lived there were dead. The father of a familiar outdoor shop, the grandmother next door who always takes care of me, and the regular customers who take care of my shop. And of course, my family...!

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Glassy says to throw it away. As I can imagine, his family was robbed of their lives by the Demons without being able to escape. I don't know what way his family died, but it's not hard to imagine it was a way to die that wasn't even Rokuro. Because nothing left a body, and the trace of the person's presence was completely gone. It must have been the last time I didn't really want to imagine if it was used as food for demons or for magical experiments.

Gracie, who suddenly lost herself, came to Wang Capital for now, not willing to do anything but commerce. That is why the kingdom accepted a human being like him, who did not come to the king's capital because he himself wanted to. He was told that although the country is building makeshift homes in and around the Wang capital, cooking them out and rescuing them, that won't last very long either. One inhabitant of a city that prides itself on its size there - even 20% of it, it becomes quite a number of people. They are the only ones who have become completely refugees for the country because they are luggage and will give some support, so you want to throw them out to do something about it yourself later.

"It's cold..."

"You think so too!? I don't know what happened to the great people in this country!

The country would have a say, but I really feel sorry for someone like Gracie, and I could understand his feelings about escaping alcohol. Where I hang words of comfort here that are other people, I would only feel thin sympathy for him. So in this case, there's only one thing I can do.

"Hey, Mr. Gracie. Is that how you drink, and you're just gonna end up regretting it?

"... what do you mean?

Gracie's eyes burn in anger. Even with him, if you can do it, you want to take your weapon and go kill the Demons now. But sadly, he's a merchant. Even if you're good at gold, you can say you don't have the strength to fight. I can understand that myself, so this is how I have to drink and worry about it. But I still provoke him. Emotions are a great driver for humans. That's anger or sadness. If you hang a breakthrough on a person, it's the quickest way to appeal to those emotions.

"I'm asking you what you mean and what you don't want to avenge. You don't feel sorry for me?

"Oh, me too! If you have the power to fight, you're fighting with a weapon! But you don't have the power to fight me! Normal human feelings like me, I wouldn't know for a guy as strong as you!

Standing up with the momentum of the chair rolling, Gracie grabs my chest up. Looking straight into his eyes like that, I spoke like I was going to tell him.

"Then... you just have to be strong. It doesn't matter how old you get stronger. It's not too late. If you're willing... but..."

"Strong...? Me... now?

"That's right. I know how to do that. There's a place for any amateur to be strong in no time. If you feel like it, you can tell me where it is. But if you're ready to die, you'll end up crumbling."

An establishment not found in this Strom Kingdom. But next to this country, the training institute is said to boast some of the best nurturing abilities on the continent. If that Lapis lady is the training center where she teaches, even this amateur, Gracie, should be able to be strong in a short period of time. I grabbed Gracie's chest back in reverse, and I glanced at her.

"What do we do? I don't care either way, do I? You're here to show your guts and take your family's revenge, trying to escape reality and drink it to your death. It's just that the dead family will cry with pity."

"What the heck!?

Gracie put her whole weight on and pushed me to the table. Its right fist is gripped hard and swung up to punch me. Me and my sisters were the only ones who were calm while the servants and the other guests drank and watched. Eventually, as Gracie slowly lowered her trembling fist, she took her hand off my chest cuff to let go.

"... really, if you go there, even I can be strong?

"Oh. I can be. Except I'm gonna have to go crazy to death... no, I'm gonna have to actually die a few times."

"What is dying? If you can avenge my family, I'll give you as much as you want for my life!

That said, Gracie's eyes were filled with a flame of dark determination.

"Right. Then head to the city of Suphore in the Kingdom of Bordeaux. The training center there is a tough one on the continent. Instead, he raises me up to be a warrior full of amateurs like you. If you were in business, you'd have some savings, and you should go before your money runs out."

"... ok"

Then Gracie hung herself on her shoulder and headed for the exit, as if she had lost interest in me. For a moment as I hung my hand out on the door, I looked back at this one and told him to squirm.

"... thank you for everything."

"Good luck with that."

When I dropped off Gracie leaving without even looking back, my surroundings exhaled a grand sigh.

"Brother. Are you glad I put it that way? That guy could really die, right?

"That's right. Isn't it a little too irresponsible to just burn it down and get to know each other?

My sisters' words hurt my ears. But I grinned to reopen it and poured an unsavory ale into the back of my throat.

"It's a little better than being rotten here. There may be something fun to do if you live. Even his family doesn't want to see him drowning in booze."

"I'm sure that's true..."

I don't have to tell my sisters, I don't even think I did the right thing. Maybe he just sent one human to the dead end. It could be a serious act as a brave man. I just wanted Gracie to get excited again.

"... we just do what we can for people like him."

Defeat of the Demon King. The ultimate goal is there, but we need to start by eliminating the demons in front of us. I renewed my resolve and drank the rest of the ale.