Chapter 80 – Warrior Party (1)

“Hero! Warrior!”

A man was running from the shadows in the middle of the bright lights. A warrior was sitting in front of the banquet hall, where the smell of alcohol and pleasant music continued. Drinks and food were in front of him, and colleagues who had been together for a long time were sitting next to him.

Saint Alexander.

He who became the head of the church was originally a human full of divine power talent. He was born into a famous aristocratic family, but he was born as the child of his concubine and did not inherit his family. He realized his talent and took refuge in the temple.

However, he was a man with a record of being relegated to the provinces after showing a dirty look that coveted cinnamon even in the temple, and was out of the eyes of the priests.

It is not known how he and the hero left for subjugation to the Pandemonium together. However, a lot has changed due to the hero who returned with the head of the demon king.

The warrior who seized the real power of the kingdom reigned like a king, and gave Alexander the name of a saint and placed him in the highest position in the temple.

Because he became a saint, the temple did not become corrupted.

However, the corruption that had been carried on in secret was revealed on the surface and was changing into a more blatant and secular look. He had no place for the sincere and upright priests he had prepared for ostentation, and money became more important than skill.

His shiny bald head and thick belly glistened with grease, as if copying his greed.

The hero looked at Alexander as he frantically swept food into his mouth. When Alexander made eye contact with the hero, he laughed so hard that his mouth was torn, and then went back to eating. The warrior poured wine into a cup and pushed it to Alexander.

“Eat slowly. I will pretend.”

“Uh heh heh! Even if you get sick, just treat it with divine power! Heh heh heh!”

Alexander said as he stuffed his mouth full of food. The hero looked at the debris splashed on his hands and the tablecloth and brushed them off with his hands.

“You are really uneducated. How could a guy like that come from a noble family?”

The old man sitting in the opposite seat said that while brushing his beard. He seemed to lose his appetite just by looking at Alexander’s face. The old man’s name is Mobius.

He was once a well-known wizard. He lost his position as he became embroiled in the politics common in the Mage’s Tower, and was destined to die of old age quietly like other failed mages. If he hadn’t participated in the subjugation of the demon lord, he would have really become that way.

After the hero returned with the head of the demon king, the name of Mobius was praised as the best sage of the magic tower. At the same time as seizing power, he purged all the wizards who drove him out, and he extorted the research achievements of the small towers and made them his own.

“If you behave frivolously, you lose your authority. Got it?”

Alexander didn’t even pretend to hear Mobius. He only glanced at Mobius’ face once out of the corner of his eye. The hero asked Mobius.

“How are you today?”

Morbius smiled at the warrior’s face even as he frowned at Alexander.

“You are doing well. It’s nice to see your face after such a long time.”

“Okay. I want to see your face like this often.”

Saying so, the hero tapped Mobius on the shoulder.

“Rumors of demons appearing are spreading openly.”

A voice came from a distance. The name of the man staring at the lights without touching the food is Fabian. He was a man who acted as both an assassin and a thief in this group of heroes. His past was shrouded in a veil. No one knew where he came from or what he was doing, and he and the hero’s first meeting were not known to the public.

What people knew was that he was still the eyes and ears of the hero, digging up information about the world. The informants working under him were extracting information that others could not easily know and putting it in front of the hero.

The hero shook his head at Fabian’s words and said.

“The Demon King is dead. That we are the protagonists of the prophecy. There is nothing to worry about.”

Fabian laughed at the hero’s words. Laughter permeated the banquet hall in disbelief. Fabian looked at Alexander and asked.

“Prophecy. What was the prophecy?”

“Prophecy? That… When the power of the demon king reaches this land, those who have been chosen by fate will receive the revelation of light.”

Alexander frowned and muttered an obscure prophecy.

“You should get it.”

“What?”

Morbius pointed out Alexander’s expression with a frown on his face.

“I said ‘I have to take it,’ you fool. It’s because the saint doesn’t even know how to memorize that short sentence… Tsk tsk. [When the power of the demon king reaches this land, those who have been chosen by fate must receive the revelation of light.] Is a true prophecy.”

“That’s it.”

Alexander grumbled and focused on eating again. Said Fabian.

“The prophecy hasn’t happened yet.”

Said the warrior.

“Because the demon king is dead. Since the demon king is dead, the power of the demon king will never reach the ends of the earth, and since we killed the demon king, we are the chosen ones.”

“What if the demon king is resurrected? What if a new demon king was chosen and attacked?”

In response to Fabian’s question, the hero said.

“That is not going to happen that easily. If the demon king is newly elected, you just have to kill him again. After weeding them out a few times, demons strong enough to become demon lords won’t appear for a while. Fabian. So, in the meantime, I will have to suffer a little. If there is a demon that is dangerous enough to become the demon king, report it to me immediately. If it can be dealt with, it will be dealt with on the spot.”

Fabian nodded at the hero’s words. The warrior raised his glass again and saw an empty seat.

5th digit.

Unlike the four officially recognized heroes, this one has not left a name in history.

[Petunia Titi]

“You didn’t come today.”

The warrior poured a drink into an empty glass and said so. Mobius nodded at the hero’s words and said.

“I shouldn’t come. Why don’t you accept my confession? Living with a woman like that, can’t you accept a confession from her?”

The hero remained silent at Mobius’ words. Petunia Titi was the only elf in this hero’s party. With her long legs and pretty face, she fought alongside the hero, ignoring Alexander’s sullen flirtation.

After killing the demon king, she confessed to the hero, but the hero refused, saying he could not accept her heart. After that, Petunia Titi left Hero’s party, and her whereabouts are still unknown.

“I wonder if they continue to live in the forest where the elves live. My informant is not there.”

At Fabian’s guess, the hero nodded. The hero had no intention of visiting Petunia Titi.

“It will come someday.”

The warrior’s words spread like an echo. He subdued the demon lord and had everything, but no one saw him smile. He had many women in his arms, all kinds of riches and endless power, but he was not laughing.

The warrior seemed like someone who lacked something. He looked at the nameplate that read Petunia Titi in silence, then raised his glass again. When he lifted his head and inhaled, the hot drink went down his throat. His vision blurred, and as the lights focused and returned to their proper places, footsteps were heard.

“Meet the hero’s face!”

Urgent footsteps and polite greetings even in a hurry. The hero leaned against the back of his chair and asked about his business.

“What?”

“Oh, do you know Orlando?”

“Orlando? Alas, I remember. Didn’t you ask to be put in the Royal Guard Knights?”

“Ah, that…”

The hero rummaged through his pockets for his pen and looked at the attendant who evaded his words. The moment the attendant made eye contact with the hero, his legs gave out and he sat down.

“Say.”

“Ah, that… ! That, so… !”

The hero waited for the servant’s explanation. The attendant, who had stuttered his words, hurriedly opened his mouth.

“That, that! Orland is not the Knights Templar! I put in a request that I want to be dispatched to the Northern Legion.”

“Northern Legion. Isn’t it a region famous for being rough?”

“It’s an area where many prisoners live. My hometown was there When I went up the mountain at night, I would sometimes run into beastmen.”

Fabian interrupted the hero’s words. The hero nodded at Fabian’s words and spoke to the attendant again.

“So, is it strange that you put in a request?”

“The family would like to dismiss Orlando’s request and request that he be included in the Order of the Royal Guard.”

The warrior nodded his head. As he raised his pen, the attendant carefully picked up the paper and walked towards the hero. As his hand almost touched Petunia Titi’s chair, the hero reached out and brought the paper. The warrior who was about to sign the paper looked at the attendant and asked.

“By the way, why is Orland suddenly going to the North?”

“Ah, that… ! He has a woman he loves in the North. She must find that woman…”

The hero stopped his hand from signing. Alexander stopped eating, looked at the hero, and then winked at the attendant. When the attendant, unable to understand the meaning of the wink, was standing in a daze, the paper the attendant held out tore.

The paper, which had been split in half, was torn into 4 or 8 pieces and flung into the sky. The warrior said amidst the fluttering pieces of paper as if they were at a festival.

“Let it go. To the north.”

“Yes? Ha, but…!”

“Where is this bastard answering!”

At that moment, Alexander suddenly jumped out and grabbed the attendant by the collar, shaking him and shouting. As the frightened attendant froze, the hero put back his half-drawn sword and sat down. Alexander sputtered and shouted.

“Go now! Tell me what you just said!”

“Yes! Yes All right!”