Yuusha Dakedo, Maou Kara Sekai Wo Hanbun Moratte Uragiru Koto ni Shita

He suffered many wounds and still did not fall.

Late at night, in the unpopular wilderness a little away from the capital.

He was alone, facing a thousand demonic tribes.

"-!!

He waves his sword, even though he drips blood from a frightening number of lacerations.

Blood dyes his clothes bright red, depriving him of his strength and judgment.

Still, the brave kept fighting as long as they had enemies.

"Ha, ha………………."

As a result of his rough breath but continuing to fight so hard - he succeeds in hunting down the Demons to the last one.

"No way so far...... on a human note, isn't it businesslike?

But the last one was the biggest foe in distress.

The confronting demon clan is Poison, one of the Four Heavenly Kings.

He was a man-shaped demon clan with a serpent's face.

"Well, rarely."

"Oh, hey? Isn't that the limit anymore...... I think it would be easier to die anyway?

"…… I know that."

As long as he is him, he will spend his life as guardian of the human world.

When that happens, there should be peace in the human world - it is he who hurts instead.

Maybe he's happier when he's dead, or maybe the brave ones.

But there's no way he could have imitated a waiver of such responsibility.

"If I die, everyone dies - I'll kill you"

"Humane... I'll kill you!

Poison, who names the Four Heavenly Kings of the Devil Nation, was more troublesome than anyone the brave men have ever fought for.

Poison manipulates poison.

The foggy poison reduced the brave man's cardiopulmonary function and blurred his mind.

The lysate that is exhaled is so poisonous that the skin burns out just by touching it.

In addition, the venom secreted from the poison appears to be lethal, and the brave man who was wounded in a direct attack was gradually eroding his life.

But he didn't lose.

"What are you... so wounded, you won't die?

"You can't die, because you can't"

At the earliest, the brave man was not decent.

The blood that erupts from the lacerations dyes the garment bright red, and the poisoned skin has a patterned spot. The area exposed to the lysate is sore and worn out so that there is no safest part.

Poison was defeated by a brave man who would not die in that state.

"Hahaha... you're a pathetic person, aren't you? What's the point of working so hard? Nobody's looking at you."

"I want praise, and I'm not playing brave. I'm the only one who can be brave, so I'm just doing it. I'm not doing it because I want to."

"Blink. That's funny...... from the post-mortem world, I've been watching you. I will entertain your painful face!!

To a poison distorted by madness, the brave waved his sword relentlessly.

When I scratched Poison's neck off, he died soon after.

By Poison's corpse, the brave grunts like throwing up and throwing away.

"... I know it's funny."

How can he stand up to the Demons alone?

How can he only feel a sense of duty and responsibility in the act of protecting man?

That's because he's only a 'tool'.

For humans, it is taken for granted that brave men protect humans.

If anything, I'm assuming the brave will do something about it.

They say it's natural to fight for ourselves because we're brave.

No need for company either. If you're a brave man, you'll be fine.

No praise required. Naturally for the brave.

No reward required. Because you are a brave man, it is your duty to protect.

He was always critical because of the way he was used.

But in an attempt to be used in such a way, I knew his heart would continue to protect man - a real 'hero'.

That's why the brave keep protecting humans without complaining a word.

"- Damn."

But sometimes he wants to cry.

There are times when you feel miserable about fighting loneliness and hurting yourself.

At this time, Poison's poison would have struck me and my self-control would have diminished even more than usual.

The brave man was powerless.

Moving into the shade of a nearby tree could not move.

When I nod on the spot, my injured and tired body refuses to move any further.

The poison was twitching and eroding the brave.

My life is in danger if I don't take care of it. But the brave couldn't move anymore.

"Enough is enough..."

Eventually he was falling to the ground.

Spit out blood because of the poison and look up to heaven with a distorted vision.

In the sky, visible from among the trees, it seemed that the sun was already rising.

In the warmth of the leaking day, he slowly closes his eyes -

And from here on out, we're talking about a mysterious character the brave man doesn't know.

"Oh? Oh, my God, you have a poor child."

She is a dwarf from the Seventh World "Netsak".

Wearing monastic clothes, she is the patriarch of a religion when she travels the world with one hand in a liquor bottle.

"Ugh. Running out... you're living a boring life."

Sitting down next to the brave man who was fainting, she bashes the wounded brave man as he stirs the bottle.

"Stay with me. For God's sake, if you can't love yourself, it doesn't mean anything. Stupid, God would be angry if he died like this."

But her words were, somewhere kind.

"Poor, funny and pathetic to see, I wonder if it would be useful for me to give it to you, which God loved."

And she puts her hand on the head of the brave man.

"[God's Breath (Godness Healing)]"

By this mysterious dwarf, the wounds and hearts of the brave healed.

"Be as young as you can...... Ha, I'm getting old again. This is not a child, then. Damn, borrow it back sometime!

She stood up and walked away quietly.

Heroes don't like themselves.

But God liked heroes.

"You Can't Die Yet"

Or maybe he is kept alive by God's whim.

The story of a hero is still going on.