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

By the time I walked a good distance from the woods back to the city, the sun was already completely down and the area was dark.

"I'm finally home...... you're tired of boulders"

When I came back as I dragged my feet, I had the illusion that the familiar city air welcomed me in.

"I have to get back to the temple and report back..."

I know I'll do it first, but for me, who hasn't had a decent meal for a long time, the smell of delicious food drifting from street stalls and restaurants has been an unbearable attraction.

Exploring the nostalgia and making sure the bumping charm and dry noise between the coins sounded slightly, I will not hesitate to point my feet at the nearby stalls. I know the cash I took out because I just dived into the basement of the temple, but I didn't have a chance to use it, so it stayed there. I can do as much as buy and eat at the stall.

"Excuse me, three skewers please"

"Yes! Two copper coins - are you Master Flair!?

As soon as I found out it was me who had ordered it, your stall husband solidified with a surprised face. I'm a bit of a celebrity only in the country than I am naming a brave man, so there are a few people who know my face. I laughed at him like that and handed him a copper coin, which was the price.

"I've been in training for a long time and I just got home. Because it smelled very delicious."

"Really?! No, no, it's in training. It's a boulder flare. The Pope would be relieved if you came back."

The Pope... Relieved? What do you say? When I was heading to the dungeon, it was the Pope who came all the way to drop me off. I'm pretty old, but I'm still fine myself. To me, I am like a substitute. Did something happen to that pope? I was forced to suppress a faintly felt unpleasant hunch, and I acted as calm.

"To the Pope...... is something wrong?

"Is that it? Oh, yeah. If you just got back, you wouldn't know. Bad, bad."

I tried my best not to be read the expression by your husband scratching his head if you're sorry, but as soon as he heard the next word he said, my spare time disappeared.

"They say the Pope has fallen. Rumor has it, it's been a while."

A skewer grill in my hand fell to the ground and I heard your husband making some noise behind his back, but not the other way around. I was tired and forgotten. I rushed all the way back to the Great Temple in a great hurry. The gatekeepers were surprised that I should have dived underground but suddenly returned from the surface, but I hurried inside exhaling rough breaths regardless of how they looked.

"Dear Flair!?

"I heard the Pope had fallen. What is it like now?

"That's the..."

Behind the temple, in front of the Pope's bedroom, it became a bowl of familiar clerics, but it only irritates me with his unsweetened response.

"I don't mind. I'll check directly."

"Oh, wait! Now -!"

When I pushed him away, trying to stop me, and forced him into the Pope's bedroom, there was the Pope lying on the bed.

"Pope!

Running over, taking the Pope's hand and clinging to it, there is no response from him. I grabbed the warm hand that stroked my head so many times when I was young, I tried my best to use restorative magic, but the Pope's consciousness never returned. Even though my magic is far more powerful than before due to the effects of my training, I heard a cleric pushing away earlier when I was stunned that it made no difference.

"Why... it's not a disease or injury?

"It's unexplained. We've tried all sorts of magic too, but we don't see any signs of recovery. The only thing I know is that it is the Pope's own will that keeps you asleep."

"What do you say...... does that mean?

If that is the case, the Pope is not harmed by anyone, but falls asleep at his will. But why the hell? What are you doing that for? The cleric turned to me looking sorry, just confused because I didn't know what it meant.

"We do not know what the Pope is thinking. But… if you continue to sleep like this, you will not be as debilitated as the Pope."

The Pope dies? I don't even want to imagine that. I was just an orphan roaming the city. I can't believe you picked me up and raised me so far that the Pope, more grateful than his biological parents, who don't even know my face, will die... we have to prevent it at all costs!

"Is there... any way to wake me up?

"What with our technology... I'm sorry"

At that time when I was about to feel hopeless, I heard the cleric just say -

"Lithium, a legendary monk who was said to have broken off every curse in the world. If you get the scepter that they say he was using, just a little..."

Lithium - one of three who once traveled with Brave. After the Demon King crusade, he went up to the Pope here in Llumiel for a time. He was a stranger, and he went around helping people who quit their jobs on the border one day and gasped for poverty. While some of the weapons he used privately during his adventurer years should have been left in the Great Shrine, the scepter that amplifies the power of restorative magic and is said to have undone any state anomalies, by the way, remains missing.

Assuming you got it, wouldn't you wake up for a little while and the Pope's sleep too...?

I have no certainty, but I have no other hands. You can't just keep watching the Pope die of debilitation, and let's do something to find him.