Chapter 552 – Kindness and Regret

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It was in her mid-teens when young Lesia started her journey in a village on the edge of the kingdom invaded by the Empire.

She learned swordsmanship from a military teacher she met by chance. She had the skills to deal with monsters alone, but in order to escape from the Imperial forces pursuing her, she had to become an ally of hers. It was necessary.

That’s how they met Esca, a clergyman at a small church who saved Lesia from falling while running away.

Esca, who healed her wounds her and provided her with a place to stay, saw the revelation that her Lesia her drew her her holy sword her, and guided her to her Carla de Borg.

Lecia obtained her holy sword there, and realized her own mission her for the first time.

She was chosen as her hero to prevent the disaster that came to this world, the ambition of the empire and the emperor, and her job her is to protect the continent and save the world.

Lecia gladly accepted that fate, and behind her was Sophia, who became her great sage her, and Talchek, who was praised as the Sword Saint.

Together with Esca, who had been with her from the beginning, she became the strongest warrior, later called the 4 Heroes, and fought bravely against the Demonic Sword Emperor and won.

And the world is said to have reached peace through the hands of her hero and her companions her.

──This is the story of the hero Lecia, which is generally passed down, and has been misrepresented and exaggerated countless times over the past 30 years.

Most of the stories were true, but there are many differences between the characters in the book and those in reality.

First of all, the hero Lesia was never a brave person.

To clear up the misunderstanding, it means that I was not a brave person who started with the modifier ‘from the beginning’.

Lesia had a lot of tears and was very timid, and she had a personality that couldn’t even talk to people properly.

He lived in the countryside, never went far, and most of the people around him were one generation older than him.

At her young age, living in poverty, she was always run over by her adults, and she had no friends of her age.

What she originally wanted to be was not something like an adventurer or a hero, she said, because she can eat bread to the fullest, she is the owner of the bakery.

This was a story he heard directly from her, so Cleon heard it with a curious look on her face.

At that time, she was Lesia who had already grown into a great adult, so she could not imagine the appearance of Lesia in her head her, saying that she was only getting hit and run.

It was said that Sofia or Esca had a hard time on behalf of Lesia, who couldn’t speak properly when she had to negotiate or do it.

Even, some of the words they said were changed to what Lesia had done and remained in the record, so Lesia’s original appearance would be unbelievable to those who read her her heroic stories and dream of becoming a warrior and adventurer like her.

Besides, she forgot her swordsmanship her, which she had learned how to wield, and left it to her own strength her to wield it.

She doesn’t know how to read a map, so she goes in the opposite direction she was supposed to be heading.

In many ways, she had many aspects that were not suitable for the main character in the narrative of ‘Hero’.

…But only one.

This is the aspect of ‘Hero Lesia’that convinces her that there is no person more suited to a hero who saves the world than her her, to the extent that it can be said that what was written in her book her did not express it properly.

She was a kind person.

It’s really unavoidable.

He could encourage the good and encourage the good.

He hated evil, but was able to sympathize with the wicked.

I do not deny justice to the contrary, and I keep every word they say in my heart.

Her tear glands were weak, she did not listen to people’s circumstances, and she stopped and recounted their stories.

The beginning of everything she did was rooted in Lecia’s ‘kindness’ of her.

Thanks to her-many of her people-her were saved by her-her.

Sophia was intelligent enough to inherit the title of sage, but she lacked her human side of her.

She tried to analyze people’s emotions only logically, and as a result, she had a weak sense of ethics toward humans. It was a girl.

While traveling with Lesia, Sophia, who learned her ‘kindness’ from her, became a ‘guardian’ and a ‘great sage’ to protect the world she disappeared from.

Talchek was a man who lived as a gladiator of the empire and wielded a sword only to survive.

Even in the middle of the war, the demand for gladiator fights did not decrease, but rather increased, and in order to survive in the increasingly harsh game, Talchek threw away his humanity and swung his sword over and over again.

At any given moment, he would end up in the same position as the corpse he had cut down, and walk on top of the corpse with one body that might be given as the meat of a beast of prey.

Because Lesia brought him down to the ground, he realized what he truly had to cut and earned the title of ‘Sword Saint’.

I can’t forget about the storm of annihilation, Lutios, who should have been cut down in the first place.

Because he loved humans, he intervened with them to help them, but he was captured and enslaved by them, and eventually slaughtered them.

It was Lesia herself who freed her from her bondage her and persuaded her to believe in her humans her once again.

If she had died – dragons and humans would have completely lost their minds, and it might have brought another disaster to the continent.

Cleon was the person at the end of all the kindness she had accumulated and bestowed.

Neither Sophia nor Luti- even though they didn’t express it, even that unchecked.

He showed Cleon the kindness he had received from Lecia.

Her warmth her, the words she spoke, the tears she saw, the meals she ate with her her, the smell of well-baked bread in her arms her.

It all filled Cleon’s bowl and spilled out of his cup of hers.

It filled his empty heart—it became a ‘light’ in his heart.

So what you want to say is-

No matter how bewildered Lecia looked, Cleon really knew what kind of person she was.

Even if you’re not a hero, you’re not a hero, you’re not an outstanding adventurer.

She was the light

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Looking at the vision of Lesia, who was one step ahead of them and attacking the dungeon, Cleon and Amelia were contemplating what to say.

[Ahahaha! Aha! Wait a minute! Why is this! Ahahahaha!]

A trap that resembled a human hand protruding from the walls and the ground, grabbing her limbs and tickling her sides and back.

The two of them could not speak properly because of her behavior and carelessness of her, as if she had deliberately stepped on a slightly protruding part of the floor that was suspicious to anyone.

“Ow… This is gross.”

Only the blind Schrödinger frowned at the sight.

“Be quiet, Schrödinger.”

Cleon let out a big sigh as he grabbed Schrödinger and shoved it into his pocket.

I wanted to free Lecia right in front of me, but in the end, this was an illusion, and what I could see was just a rebirth of the past.

Cleon’s heart was a little disturbed as he had no choice but to watch Lecia suffer… No, she was humiliated right in front of her eyes.

Even if he tried to calm down, saying that it was just an illusion, his heart his, which continued to beat rapidly, seldom returned a calm mind to Cleon.

Hehe… Hehe… Gee, it’s finally over…]

After being tickled for about 2 minutes like that, Lesia, who was finally freed from the trap, staggered and fell face down with her hand on the ground-

“Oh, I think it’s over, Cleon.”

“That’s right… Then, we’ll go forward…”

The next moment, there was another click.

“…”

The voice came from Lecia’s side of her, of course.

The place her hand touched was another protruding button.

[Uh?]

She quickly tries to get her hands off her while making a giddy noise.

But the button she took her hand on was like a piece of string to keep her hand from falling off.

And-

[Eh? Oh!? Now, wait!]

Shoot aaaaa! A large amount of water pours down as the ceiling opens with a sound.

Even after soaking Lecia’s body, it continues to fall and flows towards the sewers on both sides of the passage.

However, Cleon thought that the water was also an illusion, and it was fortunate that the ceiling was actually open and the water did not pour out.

[Foobububububu!]

Lesia is saying something while being hit by a waterfall.

With such a careless personality, Amelia couldn’t help but think that she couldn’t believe how she had traveled the continent as a warrior.

However-

When Amelia looked back at her, she saw the bitter smile on Cleon’s lips and the longing for her in her eyes.

For Cleon, just by looking at her Lesia figure her, each and every one of her times her with her was replayed in her head her as a precious memory of hers.

No matter how immature the Lesia in front of her is as an adventurer, and half-worthy as a hero-

To Cleon, Lesia was, to the last, a ‘precious person he longed for’ and was her family her.

‘Ah.’

As Amelia looked at Cleon’s face, she involuntarily felt a strong tightening on one side of her chest.

And this feeling, she had already fully remembered.

Even if she wants to forget, she can’t forget, she must never forget, the feelings she felt when she was eaten by the black crystal flower.

It is ‘jealousy’.

Amelia knew all too well the identity of Cleon’s feelings her for Lesia.

That’s because she wasn’t that different from the feelings she had for Cleon.

The one who held her own hand that she thought she couldn’t go anywhere and was only closed.

She was the one who, far and strong, stood before herself and defended herself.

And-the one she showed herself the possibilities of her dreams of her.

To Cleon, Lesia is like Cleon to herself.

When she sees that face, her eyes her, she can’t help but understand.

That’s why-in her feelings, she realizes that she can’t win.

As for Cleon, she thought that she would never be able to become the same existence as Lesia.

So—she unknowingly reached out to Cleon, her own right hand her, her left hand grasped.

Like the opposite sex suppressing her instincts her.

He tried to kill his feelings of her, thinking that it was for him that Cleon did not interfere with Lesia’s gaze of her.

However-

[What are you doing?]

A voice in her head.

Then, her left hand her, which was holding her right hand her, fell of its own accord, freeing her right hand her.

As if her own body was controlled by someone else-

No, to be precise, another Amelia in Amelia’s head, who always seemed to be repeating vain delusions, moved her body to her.

[Why are you giving up? What is your reason for giving up? Your feelings for him will never lose to the feelings he sends to Lecia.]

Hearing the voice speak to Amelia in a voice a little more determined than her usual, Amelia felt her trembling hands her move.

[Even if you try to give up, I won’t give up. Because you are my ‘instinct’. Nowhere in your heart do you think you want to give up on him. So, are you being honest too? If you don’t, you’ll really regret it. Is it still good?]

Regret.

The word settled heavily on Amelia’s mind.

For Amelia, regret was one of the few experiences her in her short life her.

A story like ‘If It Was This’ is just an escape from reality if it goes beyond the scope of reflection.

Because that was what Aurelia had told her, Amelia thought that she would never, she wanted to live without regret.

[Regret… I don’t want to.]

[I guess so. Because I know better than anyone else that you are that kind of person.]

To Amelia’s words her, the other woman nodded her head in response.

[The real you, more than anyone thinks, hates losing, wants to monopolize the person he likes, wants to live more freely, hates giving up and regretting.]

“I hate to admit it,” She added, and her voice slowly faded in her head.

Even if he did n’t listen to her, Amelia seemed to understand that she grabbed Cleon’s wrist her directly with her now moving hand her.

“Cleon.”

As her Amelia her called out her name her as she held her own her, Cleon looked back at her as she suddenly came back to her senses her.

At some point, she said, noticing that her own hand was leaning in front of her to grab Amelia.

“…Sorry, Amelia. Thanks.”

“No. Because Cleon looked dangerous. I will hold onto Cleon.”

“…Haha. That’s trustworthy.”

Cleon smiled bitterly, but when he tried to carry on with her, he said, “It’s okay.”

As she carefully tries to let go of her hand her, Amelia talks.

“So, Cleon, please hold me.”

“…Amelia?”

Cleon meets Amelia’s gaze directly with Amelia’s rather serious attitude of her, perhaps feeling that she has made up her mind of her.

And, after Amelia took a deep breath.

She opened her mouth to Cleon.

“Cleon. Before… Actually, there’s something I was going to tell you about. Just before entering the dungeon.”

And, being disturbed by the sudden appearance of Lesia earlier, I am going to continue the story that I couldn’t tell her.

“I, Cleon-“

[Do, help! Caladbolg!]

Lesia’s voice her with a broken pronunciation echoed as if to erase Amelia’s voice her.

The next moment, the Caladbolg that had fallen to the ground flashed and glowed-

As it swings itself, it pours out pillars of light in a straight line.

Just by looking at it, I could tell that it was a powerful torrent of divine magic.

At the same time, it burns down passages and forcibly releases traps along the way while continuing to stretch.

As an explosion reverberates, it becomes known that the reason the aisle is pitch-black is that it has been burned by Caladbolg’s firepower, not magic power.

Barely out of the waterfall, Amelia watches for a moment the marks of Carla de Boulg’s destruction as she twists and weaves her rag.

[…Well, well… At this rate, all the traps must have disappeared. Yes.]

As a result, Lecia tried to avert her eyes from the possibility that important records inside might have disappeared.

“…Ah, sorry. Amelia. What?”

And, turning her head toward her to hear her Amelia’s buried her once more-

“──~~~~~~!!!”

Amelia, dyed red, was staring at Cleon with her cheeks puffed out in tears.

[I feel sorry for you now…]

Hearing Galatea mutter such words, Cleon tilts her head at her, but she doesn’t answer properly.

“U-Hey Amelia? Why the hell would you-“

It was then.

[Wow!?]

And when Lecia’s startled voice rang again—

Naturally, Cleon and Amelia’s eyes turned to that direction.

Then it is there.

The girl that Cleon saw earlier, who made Cleon’s physical condition strange.

“Nemea…!”

Cleon quickly averts her gaze to avoid meeting her eyes with her pupils her, and extends her arm her in front of Amelia, preventing her from looking at Nemea.

[You, what are you…? Could it be that the owner of this dungeon? Are you angry that I burned this dungeon with the Colored Bolg?]

However, if Lesia’s voice was heard casually, Cleon thought a little suspiciously.

“U-Hey, Cleon? I guess he’s the same illusion as Lesia-sama.”

Amelia replied, and she turned her head slightly to Cleon.

Cleon carefully looked at Amelia’s words and moved her gaze toward Nemea’s vision of her.

And she let out a sigh of relief, as she could confirm that the same thing was not happening by looking into her eyes.

Nemea shook her head at Lesia’s question, then turned around to show her back.

And, as if to ask Lesia to follow her, he beckoned her.

[Wait a minute! It’s dangerous to go alone like that!]

Who cares about whom.

As Lesia hastily grabs her Cala De Bolg and runs after her, Cleon and Amelia meet her eyes her once more and nod her head.

“Come on, Cleon!”

“Okay!”

Cleon wanted to know.

No, I had to know.

If Lesia had learned about her throne master here, what would she have learned and what influence would she have had on her journey thereafter?

And, there was no doubt that there would be a hint that he could find Lesia in the process.

If she exists now – as a member of the throne lord’s family.

Amelia wanted to tell.

Even if I couldn’t convey this feeling properly to Cleon several times as if fate interfered.

The heart that I don’t want to regret is because it was a pure heart without lies.

No matter who gets in the way, no matter how, I’m trying to convey it.

In your heart, in a precious place, your own feelings that you have nurtured.

Say that