Chapter 259 – Not a Hero #02

‘Damn damn damn!! Will you die here, here? I wasn’t listening to that damn old woman!’

Immediately after the Demon King’s army appeared, Muris Ludwig was in a panic and was chewing his nails.

She longed for safety as her name her, and even the fact that she was allowed to board a gold-class ship did not calm her mind and body her. Isn’t it obvious, it wouldn’t be strange if he lost his life right away.

No, if you lose your life, you might be able to dismiss it as a moderate ending.

Didn’t you learn countless times at the academy that those evil and terrifying demons steal human souls that should be guided to the goddess and consume them for her meals and entertainment?

‘I was just trying to make friends and collect volunteer points while watching the first graders play, using my old friend’s words to watch Artine as an excuse..!’

Murith was not alone in thinking like this. Most of her students her, her crew her, and even a few soldiers were on the same page as her.

It’s nothing strange. There are as many as three officers of the Demon King’s Army, who are known to have an absolute influence on the battle even if only one appears. On the other hand, soldiers and weapons on this side are overwhelmingly lacking.

“Wrong. Even that heavenly horse had to have national support when defeating the corps commander! We will all die!”
“Myu, Miss Muris. Isn’t your brother a warrior’s ally? Hero, will the other heroes buy time for us?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know…! How do I know that!! Shut up!”

When a group of aristocratic women, who normally pretended to be noble and condescending, lost their composure and questioned me, Muris, who would normally have responded appropriately, shouted out loud and did not hesitate to say harsh things.

“Did you just tell me to shut up? Miss Muris…?”
“Everyone will die anyway, so what does it matter! The corps commander appears in front of us and is trying to kill us all!”

Artin? Cayenne? The rumored hero is only a freshman in the first year, but he’s going to save us? To Muris, it’s all insane nonsense.

The only time it takes will depend on how well Marianne, the giant slayer, or Shao Mei, the daughter of God of War, helps the Heavenly Demon, but they will all die.

“Everything… All of them will die… I, I didn’t want to die like this… “

Muris burst into tears that she had been holding back until now and began to cry out that she did not want to die.

As the plaintive cries of her muris spread throughout her guest room, most of her students her, who had barely controlled their emotions her, wept after her and fell into her despair.

Even the sailors and soldiers who were supposed to control the students couldn’t stop them. Rather, wouldn’t it be a good thing to not burst into tears thanks to the face of being an adult?

At this moment, this ship is a huge tomb and coffin floating on the sea, and the people on this ship are no different from the dead even though they are alive. It was even more so at the point where he lost the will to live and reached the stage of giving up on death.

“Wait a minute, look over there. Driver, isn’t there something strange?”
“What do you mean? Are we still alive and not dead? It must be thanks to the Heavenly Demon-nim and the other knights fighting hard. You’d better give up your false hopes and pray to the goddess Sailor. Even if you die, if your soul wants to reach the goddess… “
“No, look closely! Aren’t we pushing the corps commander instead! You’re winning!”
“Oops, you’ve completely gone out of your mind, think about it carefully. Sailors, there’s no way we can beat the three Demon King’s officers in this situation… ”

There was.
The escort knight of a noble family, who looked helplessly ahead at the words of a sailor, had to doubt his own eyes after seeing the mythical battle far away with his own two eyes.

“Winning… ? A corps commander? Are you saying that the officers of the Demon King’s army are being pushed back by this small number of troops?!”
“I really am! I’m winning! We are winning!”

A monstrous giant whose arms were cut off by Marianne and her warriors and knights who followed her.
A barbaric warrior who is unable to do anything because his feet are tied by the Heavenly Demon and a handful of commandos.
And even the evil lich being stopped, no, clearly being pushed back, by just two people.

Isn’t humanity, which should be overwhelmingly defeated, pushing the demon lord’s army? Students and sailors cheered at the unbelievable miracle.

“Heavenly Demon-nim is a legendary hero! To attack the corps commander with such a small number of comrades!”
“Oh my God, were the kingdom’s warriors and the imperial guards that strong? Besides, the one who is cutting off the giant’s head is the giant-slayer, Princess Marianne!”
“And the one stopping that evil lich is the hero Cayenne! And the one next to… “
“… Isn’t that, Artin Ludwig?”

At those words someone had uttered, people who did not recognize the red-haired young man fighting alongside Cayenne exclaimed.

At the same time, different reactions erupted because the rumors and reputations about Artin that everyone knew were different. That rowdy! Maniac! Grade 1! The princess’s fiancé! The warrior’s companion!

“What? Artin? Can’t that be? Get out of the way!”

However, Muris doubted her ears at those words and stuck her head out through the crowd of people at her window.

I know that my ugly hikikomori younger brother is doing well these days. But, at best, how could a first-year 1st place play an active part in the fight against the corps commander?

“Jin… Is it salty? You’re fighting against that lich…?”

But it was true. In this place where everyone, nobility, bourgeois, and commoners were watching, Artin Ludwig joined forces with the warrior Cayenne to fight against that lich on an equal footing.

In fact, most people couldn’t understand even 5% of the fight going on in front of them. The level of fighting was too high for them to understand this fight with their eyesight or experience.

Only a handful of elite students and a few knights understood the fight and began to feel awe beyond admiration.

“…Nonsense. Moving that fast with an axe? There’s no way a person could wield that many weapons at the same time…”
“Wait, didn’t you rather start pushing? I think the movement of the red-haired student got better?”

And only a handful of them began to notice the change.

Around an hour after the battle, a man’s movement began to stand out unrivaledly at a time when people’s movements were slow due to the fatigue and damage of the battle.

The one who was pushed out of strength a minute ago begins to parry the opponent’s attack with strength.
The attack, which seemed daunting to dodge and block, suddenly begins to face the front.

As time goes by, and the longer the sum, the dominance becomes more and more visible and visible. To the extent that even Muris, who was not confident in her eyesight her, noticed the change.

“…Now I’m overpowering the corps commander by myself.”
“Nonsense… Uh, is that really the same person as us?”

The hero Cayenne, who had been fighting the lich by his side, stopped moving at some point. As if he had even realized that his intrusiveness his could get Artin out of the way.

“Is that… Really the Artin I used to know?”

At this moment, Artin Ludwig, whom Muris knew, disappeared from the world.
Instead, she and all her students and her crew were witnessing the rise of her new hero.
The supreme hero who will write a new epic that no one has ever written.

*

Upon regaining her senses, the Eldritch realized that her body was disintegrating from the mangled chops.

[──!! ───!!!]

There was no time left to even scream or cheer, let alone think of words.
The eldritch had convinced himself that he could sever even the life force of immortality if every single blow directed at him did not strike.

In the first place, this was not a combat ability that humans could have. How can a mere human overwhelm the power that has already been released to the power of the demon king as well as the power of the soul that has been accumulated for hundreds of years?

In addition, the face of Artin, the person who continued the deadly offensive, looked so peaceful that the Eldritch had to feel the confusion as if they were going to be taken aback.

Were you hiding your power? No, there would be no reason for that. It was felt from earlier that the human was doing everything in his power to end his own life.
If so, is it power by artifacts or authority? No, with that type of power, there must have been a precursor to something that could be a trigger. It is also unnatural that the jaws of the grip, which can absorb all types of power, cannot absorb any power.

If so, there is only one answer left, but Artin Ludwig, who was fighting himself now, was getting stronger for some reason. He definitely felt that he was obviously stronger than he was a second ago.

[Nonsense! It’s impossible not to be a human, but a demon, or even a demon! What is identity! Monster! This monster guy!]

Eldritch cried out in agony with sobbing mental waves, but Artin’s attack did not waver.

‘Stronger, faster, more. More. I can do more.’

Artin didn’t feel like he was fighting now. Instead, he felt like he was undergoing rehab to regain the sensation he had long since lost.

Fortunately, those memories and sensations are not as old as feelings. All he had to do was recall himself in a memory that hadn’t passed half a year at most, and move accordingly.

Artin himself did not know how this was possible, but one thing was certain: he was gradually recreating the movements of the past.

In her sense of liberation, as if she threw off all the heavy armor and burdens she had been wearing on her body her and ran with all her might her, Artin immersed herself in that feeling and regained her past self. There was.

‘A little bit more, a little bit more, and I think he’ll be able to fully grasp it.’

This was in line with the realization that comes from martial arts. Reaching a higher level than the original through one’s own trance without any outside intervention. Artin decided to throw himself into that trance.

Karen, who was fighting alongside her, also noticed her intentions her and withdrew from her fight, watching and learning from the fight between Artin and Eldritch.

No, he wasn’t sure if he was learning. Even she, who was awed and jealous of Artin for her extraordinary talent his, now all she could do was chew and memorize Artin’s movements one by one.

‘It’s completely different from me… It looks clunky, rough, and doesn’t even have rules… It’s creating a new way…’

The extreme movement is beautiful in itself. Both the Heavenly Demon and Karen himself were close to the truth. The Heavenly Demon’s hand gestures are sophisticated enough to calm a typhoon, and the higher the level of Karen’s sword, the more beautiful and accurate it is like dancing.

But now Artin’s was very far from that. To the extent that it can be said that he is a completely different person from the Artin of the 2nd and 3rd episodes that he remembered.

‘Slaughter, hunt, I don’t know what to call it. Can I call that a martial art?’

Quadduk! The sound of flesh exploding. Eldritch’s arms collapsed, unable to withstand the attack. It is in a state where it can be seen that it is barely attached to the body.

At the same time, the body of the eldritch who fell down hit the frozen sea with Artin’s magic and rolled. The eldritch tried to raise himself, but his mind was already consumed by fear.

[Huhhhhh…! Do not come! I mean don’t come!!]

The fact that the Lich, the basis of existence being the mental body, was consumed by emotions meant one obvious fact. That I can’t fight anymore. Crawling on the floor like a bug, Eldritch tried to get as far away from Artin as possible.

Artin walked carelessly behind such an Eldritch and chased after it. The sight of him chasing the eldritch while fiddling with the mace in his hand was as nonchalant as an executioner, yet had clear intentions.

Fleshy. A pure and unmistakable intent to kill, devoid of any emotion.

[Someone, someone help me! Magni!!! Hecaton Kale!!!!]
“What, is that a will? It’s boring without a big deal.”
[Hee.. Hee..]

Noticing that Artin’s voice from behind me was too close, Eldritch slowly turned his head, and Artin slowly raised his mace.

“Okay, now just die.”

Die. He is now being killed on the spot. At that obvious fact, the Eldritch screamed with no vocal chords or flesh left in his throat.

It was then.

“Looks like you need some help~♡ Harmon’s toy?”
“?!”

Suddenly, a familiar female voice from above, Artin’s mace, reflexively changed her trajectory and soared above her.

However, the massive mace cut through the air, and Lilith, the dream queen, appeared from the depths of the sea.

Artin knew very well that destroying the other person’s five senses was a dreamer’s greatest specialty, but it was a side effect of being too absorbed in the trance.

“Now, it’s time for good children to sleep♡”
“Lilith, you—”

As Artin wields her new weapon in both her hands, Lilith’s pink mist envelops Artin’s body in her and shines intensely.

Since that light had already been experienced, it was a power that Artin and Karen were well aware of. If there is a difference, is it that the power of the power is strong enough to be different from the previous rose crown incident or Sirka’s?

“──Partner!!”
“Shh♡ You should be quiet at bedtime. It’s too noisy here, so shall we play alone, Artin Ludwig?”

The moment Karen hurriedly stretched out her hand, the figures of Artin and the dreamer disappeared along with her fog.