The Healer Banished From The Party, In Fact, Is The Strongest

I stood staring at Mr. Ronald, who looked red, reflecting a slight magic light.

I had imagined Mr. Ronald's words, but I was aware that he had feelings for them.

Reminds me of memories I've never experienced before.

Words I suddenly remembered when fighting Fenrill.

And a woman with horns whose visibility is not wiped, even though there has never been one.

… was the experience all about something strange?

"Well, honestly, I've always known if Laust was human."

Even as I remain silent, Mr. Ronald's words continue.

"I've never seen a person in my life who can handle both chi and magic, plana and mana. That's all, except for being called a subhuman."

In that word, what came to my mind was a mist of a species called the once doomed elf.

"But you were too weak to decide you were subhuman in having skills that only humans possessed. It is unconvincing that even magic, while subhuman, can only be used in elementary school. So I thought you were just a person who wasn't chosen."

I guess it was because he knew that existed that Mr. Ronald made that decision.

Yes, I understand.

Mist is the master's master and the opponent that even Mr. Ronald told him he didn't want to fight.

Considering how special the mist is as an elf, I guess I was incredibly weak as a subhuman.

... Whatever, I thought about it for as long as I could, even if I built up my efforts, because what I had in my hands was technology that could only be used in limited circumstances.

That's why no one, including myself, thought about the possibility that I was subhuman.

I assumed he was an unfortunate person with special but unusable skills.

Yes, not until the battle with Fenrill started.

"Until I see you overwhelming the orga and being able to move even under that attack.... Laust, even you have a consciousness, don't you?

Mr. Ronald asks back to smile like never before.

But the wrapping atmosphere had not changed.

If you nod here, you will affirm Mr. Ronald's thoughts.

You'll admit I'm not human. [M]

"... Yes"

With that understanding, I had to snort.

No matter how much I denied it now, I understood that my physical enhancement was abnormal as much as I wasted it.

Technically, I wasn't aware of it from the beginning.

Until just before I fought Fenrill, I didn't even consider my physical strengthening to be unusual.

I just thought my efforts had finally tied me in.

But my experience after the battle with Fenrir was no longer good for me to divert my attention from reality.

─ ─ At that time, I couldn't help but recognize that physical strengthening was so abnormal.

"Yes. You can't delude me anymore. Time to hide is over, Laust."

Mr. Ronald snorts at me like that.

It's like trying to see inside me, with that attitude.

"Let me hear it, Laust. Who are you? [M] Where the hell did you wear that physical enhancement in the first place"

"This is...!

Allegedly, I tried to say that this physical enhancement was something I had found myself.

... Is that really true, I learn to get lost.

It was then that Mr. Ronald pointed to my dagger.

"There's another reason I thought it was unusual. Where did you get that dagger, Laust?

"... Huh?

When I heard the words, I didn't understand what the intent was.

Mr. Ronald tells me so lightly.

"No way, Fenrill's body was easily scratched. That's just a dagger, isn't it? That's more than a quasidemon sword."

I felt uncomfortable accepting Mr. Ronald's words.

Normally, Mr. Ronald's words should be judged to be an incredible story.

But I accepted the story without any hesitation. [M]

Yes, he said the dagger he had was a quasidemon sword.

... Even though I don't remember when I even got it, instead of being aware of any of that before.

"Huh!"

Until now, it was at that time that ideas that were only predictions were connected.

I finally recognise it clearly.

─ ─ My memory is full of holes.

Even though I clearly understand it, I don't know what's wrong with it.

I tell Mr. Ronald about it, even though I'm uncomfortable.

"... I don't know, I don't"

"Don't you see?

To Mr. Ronald, who looks at me suspiciously, I spin my words desperately.

"Everywhere, I know it's crazy. Something you're supposed to remember, but I can't remember. But I can't remember the whole memory at all...!

I desperately repeat that word to Mr. Ronald.

I desperately complain that it is not a lie or a lie.

... while understanding how suspicious my words are right now.

Mr. Ronald has already noticed evidence that I am clearly strange and has poked at it.

In such a situation, even if you say things like you don't remember, it would just seem like a painful escape of words.

I don't know what to say but I don't know if I can trust you enough and I can't say anything more.

It was the usual attitude that Mr. Ronald turned to me like that.

The ever inquisitive atmosphere disappears, and that's why I can't imagine what I'm about to say.

I just never stopped asking questions, that's what I'm thinking.

To me like that, Mr. Ronald opened his mouth after showing his imaginary gesture for a moment.

"Amnesia... Then there's no choice."

"Huh?"

Mr. Ronald begins to worry about me elsewhere, unbelievably and stunned.

"If you don't remember, I can't confirm... I wish you could have remembered a little bit."

To that soliloquy, I understand.

Really, Mr. Ronald said he was convinced.

I was unexpectedly asking Mr. Ronald about the reaction I had not anticipated.

"Do you believe me?

"Are you lying?

"No, you don't!... you just didn't think it was just an excuse"

"Oh, you know what? I don't think so."

"... Huh?

Yes, I couldn't hide my surprise from Mr. Ronald, who said no. [M]

Mr. Ronald continues to feel sorry for me.

"No, from my attitude so far, can it just seem that way? A little curiosity preceded me in a questionable way. I'm sorry."

For a moment I was surprised by Mr. Ronald's apology and immediately shook my head to the side.

"That's not true. Because I know how much excuse I have."

Yes, even I understood.

That how heterogeneous the existence of myself is and that amnesia is not like deluding with words.

"... oh my god. Nothing. I don't really doubt Laust's words."

That's what Mr. Ronald tells me, as if it bothers him.

That face, as usual, I really don't see any hostility towards me.

Yet I understand that I am too suspicious to be alert.

"No, you had something to say in the first place."

It was then that we started talking, as Mr Ronald remembered something.

Mr. Ronald goes on without worrying about me thinking about what the hell it is.

"Indeed, it is certain that the current situation is an emergency, and it is also true that your story does not fall into all sorts of pieces. But I don't doubt you to that extent."

"... why?

"It's a simple story. You've already proven it in the battle. [M] How trustworthy a man named Laust is."

I couldn't help but look at the joke, but Mr. Ronald's gaze turned back on me.

In return for me, Mr. Ronald opens his mouth.

"Isn't that obvious? You are undoubtedly the greatest credit to this battle. That's more than me or Mist."

For a moment I lose my words to that Mr. Ronald.

Indeed, I know that the other adventurers see me as a hero when they defeat Fenrir.

But I actually knew how much Mr. Ronald worked.

So I deny it. [M]

"That's not true! Mr. Ronald is more..."

"That, Laust. Are you trying to tell me there's something wrong with me?

"... be!

I don't know what to say to that word again, I lose it.

Mr. Ronald laughs joyfully at my reaction.

"Ha, sorry. You're making fun of me."

"... please don't. If you turn to your master, when Mr. Ronald tells you that, you can't tell if you're serious."

Mr. Ronald laughs even more joyfully at me for not knowing.

When I see it, I understand that the conversation I've had is a joke, and I laugh bitterly.

Perhaps it was an exchange to tell you that you appreciated me as Mr. Ronald, while thinking it was a little too much.

"But I mean everything I said."

... which is why I was forced to consolidate into Ronald's words that I told him at the next moment.

But ignoring my reactions, Mr. Ronald goes on to say things like that.

"Look, Laust. It doesn't matter what you think. [M] You are undoubtedly the greatest credit to this battle, and thanks to your presence, I have reduced the damage so far."

"... such a big deal"

"No, it's not a big deal or anything."

I disagree aggressively with the story as if it had begun to fly in a direction I had never imagined, but Mr. Ronald denies it in an instant.

"You undoubtedly did a great job in this fight.... If I were to blame, I would have underestimated my strength."

"That's not true!... because at that point even I wasn't sure I could stop Fenrill"

Mr. Ronald snorted at me when I told him so aggressively.

"... oh yeah. Now that it's over, it's not the situation I'm apologizing for. But, Laust. I want you to understand your worth and put it down."

"Value, is it?

Mr. Ronald nodded at me when he asked me so, not knowing what I meant.

"That's right. For one thing, I just want Laust to keep this in mind, too. Laust and Narsena, that you are the key to surviving a future labyrinth outburst."

... and what Mr. Ronald said was as if I hadn't imagined it.