The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

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- Cold.

I shook myself in the cold and opened my eyes.

... but where I opened my eyes, my vision remains dark.

When I sighed slightly and turned around, the chains connecting me played a ragged, deafening sound.

The cold stone floor assaulted me and I was in pain, but it was a distant feeling. I am imprisoned in a place where there is air and not even a glimmer of light. It's not that my spirit is particularly tough, even if I'm in an environment where it's not strange for normal people to feel touched, perhaps because of the protection and power of that abominable goddess working.

Now, why am I being treated so badly as a brave man? Of course there's a good reason for that.

- When I dumped the holy sword at the bottom of the valley, I was hit by a dungeon in the castle.

That's why.

I didn't get killed exactly, but... I think I was definitely one step ahead of it. The knights did not condone it. I threw away my sword. I was a traitor and a backcutter. Even if we fought demons together until just before, they have no shards of consciousness that I'm one of them. These people in this country are always a bunch of fanatics who take it for granted that "brave men" fight for "human beings".

There's nothing to protect. They're stupid people who force me to fight.

... I was on the brink of losing my mind, so I threw away the "Holy Sword", the culprit of things without thinking later.

In a deep valley nestled with many demons, he threw them.

I threw him away in a place where people could never reach me again.

- Very neat.

A sword of God, but a treasure of the land, but a sword of no value to me.

I didn't care anymore.

With brave men and holy swords?

With the country or people?

Demon Nation or something - with the Demon King?

It's a long way from home for me.

One day, suddenly, he was made the star of the story, and there's no way he could play it well.

Even when ostensibly treated as a "brave man," he was disappointed, ridiculed and hurt behind it, and so why... where do I find the point of fighting?

Even if they tell you to be strong, what awaits you where you are stronger is the future of fighting the demon king known as the strongest. How many holy swords there were, and there's no guarantee anywhere that I could survive.

Even a lover doesn't have a family to protect...

Most of all, where there was such a thing, I guess it would only be a good shackle for me right now, so I'm lucky I'm not here.

Regardless of my lover, my parents will survive, but I'm sure they won't even know I've been chosen as a brave man. Because there's no way to buy a traveler and find out where I am to my parents who sold me like a thing.

Blurring and thinking in the dark, - I heard the trick and the footsteps coming down the stairs to the dungeon.

There are two footsteps.

It's a much lighter footstep, unlike the inflexible physique.

I don't seem to be the executioner...

Two shadows carry a lamp that lights magical light and stops in front of the cabin I'm in.

I fell asleep and looked up at them over the plaid.

I kept seeing the darkness. I was paralyzed by the light of my eyeballs plunging in rapidly, but soon it would dissolve. The patronage of the goddess does such a fine job. It is a matter of courtesy. I wish he'd just defeat the Demon King himself without relying on some brave man.

Two heads illuminated by lamps are so brilliant (kirama) that they are out of place in the dark, and their gaze shifts on it first. Slightly lowering his gaze, this again had two neat faces, two pairs of eyes staring at this one with a surprised look. As old as I am. When it came to youth, they were young, but not young enough to call them children, boys of such a narrow age.

"Brave... are you?

Within the two, I've been questioning somewhere more suspicious about a well-dressed boy who weaves his cape and lowers his sword to his waist.

"No."

I answered with nothing to eat. Because I thought if I couldn't find the Holy Sword like this, sooner or later it would be, and it was kind of... (Squeaks) to answer honestly.

The boy tried to move his stopping leg again to move to the other cells, even as he peered into confusion and suspicion in his expression.

"… please wait, Your Highness"

The boy with him pulls it off. This boy seemed to be some years younger than the cape boy, but his calm and polite tone at the turn of the year was slowly on the board.

The boy looked only white as he rose in the dark because his hair was white and his outfit was white and his skin was white. The clothes were very similar to those worn by the shrine clerics, but of simpler making. Still, it could be inferred from the atmosphere, tone, physical waist, etc. that this boy was of noble origin.

- Anyway, I was thinking that the noble boys who heard rumors here probably came to the "brave" look because they saw something scary for no great purpose, but... they were royal rather than aristocratic.

"There's no doubt he's a brave man."

That's what he said. It was a sure tone.

"I feel the power of the goddess from him."

……

Let go of the Holy Sword. It should be noted that this body still houses the patronage of the Goddess. - No matter how grudgingly you resent the goddess, the merciful goddess will protect you no matter how many millions of unreached people throw the holy sword down to the bottom of the valley.

Thank you. I think I'm going to throw up.

... Even so, it was never funny to bother pointing that out to others.

A boy called His Highness looked down at me with his nose white.

"... why false"

"I thought it would be odd to name a brave man without the Sacred Sword."

"... I see"

- Your Highness, that's just plausible.

It would be one of several princes there because it's enough to be called His Highness.

The prince, lightly rounded into my words, is it simple or pure... I didn't know if the otum was a bit weak or such a short interaction, but at least the white boy seems to be someone who can hardly be alarmed against his soft (yawdy) appearance like a woman.

Sure, there must have been about five princes in this country. Although I've met Prince Wang, I don't know any other princes. I didn't know just how many princes this prince was.

Besides, it doesn't look good to be in a dungeon no matter how many princes, you must be the one on the cloud.

"I'm Heathcliffellan-Ciano-Jill-Silencis. He is the second prince of my kingdom."

Next to the politely named prince, the other boy also said, "I'm Harves-Toll-Ryleighin. I'm a cleric apprentice," he continued.

... Somehow, they are well-behaved boys. I guess I should name this one too if I value courtesy, but I still didn't feel like it.

I'm sure they won't be interested in their own unique noun or anything like that.

"We are the brave ones, and I really wanted to ask you something."

It was the "brave man" who had something to do with it, not me. - I'm glad you didn't accidentally get picked up and make a name for yourself.

"Why did you throw away the Sacred Sword?"

Why? Why?

- He's a prince who hears funny things.

The answer would be definitive.

"Because I don't want it"

I threw it away because it was unnecessary for me. Simple and lucid.

... I didn't know, I was releasing words that touched the Prince's scales.

Knowing how much that was a word that hurt the prince is a long way ahead of us.

"I don't need... so...?

"... Your Highness"

Hands on the lattice of the cell, the prince stared at me.

"... 'Holy Sword' is the only sword... sent by God to save the country, the people...! You don't need that...!?

If it weren't for the plaid that was separating us, I would have been beaten one shot... and I felt like another HR looking at the prince trembling in anger.

"If we don't defeat the Demon King with that sword, the world will perish...!?

"It's not like the world is doomed."

"What..."

"People just perish."

"Eh."

On behalf of the outdated prince, a white boy - a boy named Harves-Tor - came pinching his mouth from the side with a calm voice.

"That's a mistake. … The inheritance left in the Temple tells us that if we fail the 'Demon King' crusade, the world will perish"

"Even if it's okay, it's centuries old, isn't it? How can you prove that's right?

"There's no way to prove it"

"If so..."

"Even if it is an uncertain inheritance, if there is a possibility of doom, it should be stopped, and you should not want to?

……

Now it was my turn to get stuck in words.

The voice of Harves-Thor dwelt on faith.

The inside of my chest made a deliberate noise in a different voice than the ones who have been shouting out the Demon King crusade and forcing me.

"Then you can do it on your own. - But I'm going down."

When I threw up like that like a loser, I took my gaze off them.

"You... would be a 'brave man' chosen for 'Holy Sword'...! Why can you be such a thrower...! Don't you feel responsible...!?

I was completely unwilling to open my mouth.

Even then, the prince had persistently called out what it was, but whatever he said, he eventually gave up on me with no reaction, and his footsteps were rough and he walked away from the front of the cell.

"- Give some a rest of healing and tranquillity in the name of the faithful servant of the Goddess, Harves-Thor-Riley Hin."

A particle of light (both) lit up in a cold cell, and a healing wind surrounded my body fluttering with soft magic. - It was a gentle breeze full of labor.

When I woke up surprised, I caught up with the look of mercy staring at this one.

The moment I saw those eyes, somewhere in my head boiled a little.

Before I said anything, the prince called the cleric apprentice boy turned his white coat over and disappeared from before me.

I hear two footsteps moving away, biting my lips off in the dark.

Until earlier, he was complaining of heavy neglect. Fatigue was gone, and... all the wounds on his whole body that were hurt by the knights were healing as well.

Just once.

That, just once, those pitiful eyes crept into my back of my brain.

In jail, I squat round my body.

If you know how warm it is, you can feel the extra cold - even more miserable -

(... don't think I'd be grateful for this)

I slapped my hatred in my heart, and I meditated my eyes in the darkness, trying to kick out the white that had burned in my eyes.

Years later, I meet them again and find out that the hair color I thought was white was actually silver.

"Nice to meet you (...), Lord Brave"

The future promising shrine, a new companion to the journey, made me smile and say such a greeting. I will spend a long time crusading the Demon King with my companions who look good, but whose contents are not good at all, - and even more so in the next life, I couldn't get to know my brothers and me in order to be reincarnated into a deep bond.

The next morning, when I woke up in jail, I discovered that the Sacred Sword, which I should have thrown deep into the valley bottom, was returning to me alone, - deeper than the valley bottom.