Running Away From The Hero!

# 8 Their Reason: Belgrea's Reason

The hand that was moving hard stopped.

The wrist screams, perhaps because it's been moving the pen for too long.

“Hmmm... ”

Lift your hands up and turn your back. Starting your shoulders, your whole body screams.

“Ugh... ”

Even with a trained body, the tiredness sitting at the desk was difficult to overcome.

“It's been a long time. ”

Suddenly, I turned my head to look out the window, and the moonlight was coming in, not sunlight. The night has already come.

I think I skipped meals for half a day and just worked.

“Can I stop now? ”

Tired. After a few days of ironwork, fatigue accumulates. Especially mental fatigue.

“Ahh... Just a little more. ”

But there was still a bigger impact in my head than that mental fatigue.

It wasn't just me. It was a shock to everyone in the place. There were many of Aggreat's minions who still couldn't accept the reality.

We don't know what will happen if they get out of shock.

Before that, we must quickly clear a unified continent of horses. Because that's my job.

“Ah……. ”

But the hand with the pen didn't think to move. It reminds me of that time again.

“Ahh... The wind should do the trick. ”

I took a break and got up from my seat and approached the window.

The window opens in a carefully extended hand, and the moonlight and still cold wind touch your face at the same time.

Nevertheless, the memory that began to come to mind did not disappear. No, I'm starting to remember more clearly in the moonlight.

The moment I close my eyes, that moment comes alive.

A few days ago, Mage's commander, General Aggreat, was executed. And not even a death as clean as that reputation.

“Rrrrgh!”

The hordes behind him scream and stare blankly at the child.

So unrealistic.

When I first saw it, I felt so different.

“Is that Aggreatra...? ”

I had no choice but to open my mouth and stare.

There was no Aggreat with the strongest hordes of the Horses. It was only because there was only one loser left who shed tears screaming in front of his servants' eyes.

“Shhhhh!”

The person who used to know Aggreat screamed with such primitive emotions that even those who had heard the rumors couldn't believe it.

“Please, Gmaaaan! ”

If I hadn't been suited to that silvery girl called the Blessing of Drinking, I would have believed that Aggreat was acting to keep me safe.

Aggreat's appearance was so pathetic and miserable that I couldn't even look straight at my enemies.

“Save him! ”

One of Agrett's minions watches it dazed, and a group of sober soldiers rushes towards the silver-colored girl.

But most of them fell swiftly in front of the human warriors. And then...

“Rrrrghhh!”

Those who were trying to save Aggreat from the warrior's hands also begin to fall screaming.

There is no one who attacked them. I just attacked a silver hand, and they fell screaming.

“Sniper?”

“Dammit! The cannons are still firing! ”

“Was there another wizard? ”

“Save the Lord first! ”

The Mages prowl back towards Aggreat, but no one can disturb the silver-colored girl.

One and the other.

As you watch the men who attacked the girl in silver fall one by one, the other horses realize.

They weren't shot! And the screams that they make are the same primal screams that their lords make!

“Stop, I didn't just attack. That's the situation? ”

“It's impossible to attack, and Agrett is so terrifying? ”

“There can't be such an unreasonable existence! They must be using special magic, magic, or welcoming magic to reveal false information! ”

“Well, yes! That can't be true! ”

He raised his own hypnotic voice, but he seemed to know that his voice was trembling.

None of those who raised their voices proved it existed. I was just watching their master scream from afar.

After a while, even the warriors stopped moving and only heard the screams and meanings of Aggreat, the silver girl's words, and the noise from the cannon fodder firing.

“Please…… ”

And everyone in the room could see it.

From the primal scream to the desperate plea, from the desperate plea to the wrathful curse and profanity.

And in a voice filled with anger and profanity, with desperation.

“G-give it to me... ”

Aggreat asking me to kill him.

“I'll let you do that. ”

The warrior who saw him quietly approaches Aggreat.

And the silvery girl who was watching the situation grumbled a little, but gave way to the warrior.

It was all part of a script that was going according to the Devil King Marx's plan.

“I envy you. I can die. ”

The warrior who was looking down at him raised his sword and blurted out.

And did he take that as an insult? Gregoire gathers his last strength and lifts up his stuck head.

“I didn't even give you a chance. ”

However, his head turned back to the ground at the words of the next warrior. It's because I've been told that I really envy the look on the warrior's face.

“Th-that's... ”

You scream too loudly, and Gregoire's voice breaks out in a dying voice.

It may have been difficult to understand even if I was close, but me and the warrior who had experienced it could understand exactly what Aggreat was trying to say.

- What the hell is that absurd thing?

You're a sodmaster, a warrior, a leader of the Horses, and you turn them all into one. Just a crippled, helpless thing!

The body, the mental strength, and the training you've been training for are useless. Just open your mouth and scream.

Pain that I'm not used to at all, helplessness to myself that I can't reach a finger.

The repetition of these two experiences is something only someone who has experienced them can understand.

And it's natural to be curious about a silly girl who creates such a ridiculous phenomenon.

Just before he died, he wanted to know his identity by consuming the last words of his life.

“That's ……. ”

The warrior opens his mouth, gazing at the silver-colored girl who is momentarily away.

“Th-that is... the embodiment of... Drinking... Mercy." ”

Something unusual has changed, but Aggreat does not doubt his words.

“Th-that runga……. ”

The warrior's sword moves at the end of the speech, and Aggreat's neck and body are separated in a single blow.

It was a meaningless death that almost took the place of the Demon King and a commander of the Demon tribe.

“Ahh... ”

When I sighed and opened my eyes, only the moon was shining in the dark night sky like a lie.

“I've been trying to get some rest, but it's getting harder. ”

I close the window and sigh deeply.

You don't have to take it out of your mouth to get more tired when you have a break.

Take a seat back and solve the mountain of paperwork that is piled up.

There was a great event, Aggreat's death, but the continent was not as chaotic as I thought.

First of all, those who watched Aggreat's death were all those who penetrated the cannons, most of whom were anamfatha or were in direct line with the anamfatha.

And they saw Gregoire's death with their own eyes. I saw the wretched appearance of Aggreat they hadn't seen so far.

I just watched helplessly.

At that shock, they did nothing. No, it would be accurate to say you did not.

They do not dispute the Demon King Marx's words, but simply disarm at his command and return to the tribe as is.

And I also regrouped, as he said, and was now gathering at Castle Marwan to fix the castle or to solve things related to the Marathon.

“Lord.”

“Inspiration……. ”

You open the door and inspire one of the lizards.

“Have you not slept yet? ”

“I have a lot of work to do. ”

You smiled bitterly, pointing to a pile of documents stacked on the table.

The Demon Lord Marx doesn't work. He handed everything over to me, and at the same time everything else to me.

To be honest with you, I'm the Demon King! 'Everyone nods even if I say it!

He seemed to think it was more important to hang out with his daughter in the Temple of Marcin.

- Yeah, that's it! Wake up! You're being deceived!

I heard a woman's voice in my head again. I wanted to say that if there was such a sacred, divine voice, it would be this voice.

I'm a real god! Bella, wake up!

However, the Demon King Marx, who follows the will of Marcin, said.

Evil spirits were already hiding on the continent and growing their strength. So Jesus asked Himself, a human being, to become an apostle.

Marcin brought them here with the help of the god of the continent but with a neutral nature, and Marx and I met according to the will of the great Marcin.

As soon as I asked him to tell me that his words were a lie, I had a very smooth answer, and the warrior beside him also put on the God of Nature and replied that it was the truth.

- Oh, no, no, no! The warrior was just succumbing to violence!

The warrior has surrendered.

It didn't make any sense, but it seemed possible for a girl in silver.

- Yeah, yeah! That's it!

I'm shaking honestly because of this voice in my head.

No, I didn't want to acknowledge Marx as the Demon King before that.

- Yeah, yeah! Belgrea! If you and my apostle arrive soon, defeat those evil acolytes...

I start to hang on to myself in a tone of very eagerness that is not as sacred as the voice to express.

To be honest, if this were the voice of Marcin, the image of the drink that he had would have fallen a little, but not a lot.

- W-we can't help it now…….

Well, let's just say it could be.

If Marx is not the Demon King chosen by the will of God, this is the worst time in the history of the continent.

The temple of the god has been handed over to man, while the Demon King's place has been handed over to man.

You're the one who butchered the entire continent!

- Yes, the continent is in the greatest danger right now! So you...!

Then, great drink, please save the continent.

- Huh?

The continent is in this crisis and needs help from Drinkin '.

- Oh, no, I can't touch them! That's why I need your help!

Why do they call God God?

If they are not the same God, they are called gods because there is no one who can break their will.

The earth is filled with the will of the people of the continent, and the horsemen that live on it.

Even if the gods are limited by the laws of the world, these conditions are enough to exert their power.

I am confident that history has proven that so far.

- This time, it's a little different...

Evil God, retreat!

- Oh, an evil god……. I can't believe you're comparing me to that jerk!

After that, no voice was heard.

The last voice felt pretty shocked, but it's none of my business.

“Lord?”

“Yes, inspiration. ”

After I heard my voice, I opened my eyes and saw the inspiration again.

“Tomorrow Marx has contacted me to ask him to come to the Temple of Drinking. ”

“I told you about your progress yesterday. ”

“It's important. ”

At that, I nodded and returned the inspiration.

A situation where we have to listen to Marx anyway. I didn't have to hold on to the inspiration I suffered in prison for a long time.

Well, most of what that Marx guy does is random.

“Congratulations! You have been chosen by the Demon King! ”

The problem is that it's too sudden!