How a Hero Lives as a Writer

66 – In Search of Lost Pride (3)

“First of all, everyone should get up.”

As Helena said that and clapped her hands, those who had bowed their heads rose from their seats.

Everyone seemed confused about something, and it felt like Helena-sama had used her powers to forcibly raise it up.

“Agent of God, you already know the answer.”

I already know the answer?

“Think of the day you were recognized as a hero.”

The day I am recognized as a hero is when I head to the Holy Land.

No way?

“Yes. The Holy Sword, the holy relic of God and the proof of a hero, must know the answer.”

Come to think of it, it seems that the holy sword was trying to convey something to me.

Did you already have an answer to the dizziness you felt then?

“Listen to the voice of the holy sword. If you wish, the holy sword will tell you the story.”

No, even if you say that, I don’t know what it is.

ㅡ Send a signal to the Holy Sword to tell the truth and go to sleep.

Ah, you mean it’s a dream?

Is it free?

ㅡ You said that there is no free happiness.

Every time you use the ability of the Holy Sword, your karma is consumed, so it’s only natural.

Still, it’s a bit disappointing.

ㅡ It will consume less.

Wouldn’t it have been better if you had told me this way from the beginning?

—-Because I needed to convince Bertus.

Hmm….

Okay.

“I used to dream sometimes. The sight of having conversations with people I don’t know in places I don’t know.”

As soon as I said that, the eyes of the tribal unions were fixed.

Yeah, that’s a lie.

I’ve never had a dream like that.

Still, this method was the easiest to convey information to everyone.

ㅡ I think a cheater is more suitable.

This is Poet Bright.

“That is the truth the holy sword wanted to convey to me. It seems I already had all the answers.”

There is no Go-Stop to squeeze and hit.

Still, it will feel a little different to the people here.

But I don’t know if people here will believe me if I claim to have seen it in a dream.

ㅡ There are many ways to intervene in dreams in this world. Even if you don’t worry, you’ll find the answer on your own.

Oh, is that so?

“Up, great one.”

Taz, a demon aristocrat who had been silent until now, carefully opened his mouth.

Aslan looked at Taz with a surprised expression.

It must be surprising.

Even Bertus, a strong man who could wipe out Oklia alone, broke into a cold sweat in front of Miss Helena.

But Taz, much weaker than Bertus, talked to Helena-sama.

“What’s up?”

“The demons have a tradition about the hometown they must return to someday.”

“So you’re talking about the fact that demons are beings that originated from humans.”

“Yes… yes! I want to know the truth of that story.”

Humans persecuted the demons, claiming that they were descendants of demons from hell.

However, the demons consider them to be a race that originated from humans.

Perhaps the reason he came here was because he wanted to know the truth about the demons.

I used the power of the holy sword while thinking about the roots of the demons.

“The answer will be given directly by God’s representative.”

When Miss Helena said that, her eyes focused on me, who was using the power of the holy sword.

Normally, it would have been burdensome, but it felt like Helena-sama created her atmosphere.

I decided to read aloud the information summoned by the power of the holy sword.

“The first hero, Hendricks Luther, was contaminated by a curse and reached his physical and mental limits. Grace’s soldiers, who couldn’t see him like that, declared that they would follow the hero.”

The first hero, Hendricks Luther?

I took a breath and read the text again.

“Among them, those with strong resistance to curses were selected, and they came to be called ‘Grace’s Order’, which went to the battlefield with God’s agents.”

Grace’s death squad.

It must be that these are the ancestors of the demons.

“All the fights are over, but Grace’s death squad never returned home. It is because they have become beings who can no longer be called human beings who have been ridiculed by all sorts of curses. They are the ancestors of the race later called the Demons.”

After reading all the lines in the book, the book disappeared like a mirage.

“Keugh….”

A painful sound came from somewhere and she raised her head to find Taz shaking her body with her teeth clenched to the point that her lips bled.

“Thank you.”

Taz bowed her head to me, suppressing her feelings as she tried to burst out.

“I am the human race that you all feel uncomfortable with. But he is also a warrior.”

Everyone’s eyes were focused on me.

“It is said that the existence of a hero is summoned only at the divergence point where the fate of the stars is staked. But I don’t have the strength to fight to save the world like the previous warriors. I am just a writer.”

You lose even if you fight a soldier, let alone a knight.

“Why was I summoned as a hero in this peaceful era? Could it mean something though? With that thought in mind, I also tried various things. But now I feel like I know why.”

Gulp.

A sound like swallowing dry saliva came from somewhere.

I don’t know if it was me or someone from the tribal union.

It just sounded strangely loud.

“Please join us on our journey to regain our lost pride. We need your help.”

That was the decisive blow.

“I will entrust the pride of the elves to you.”

“I will leave the pride of the beast tribe to you.”

“I ask for the pride of the demons.”

“Well, please take good care of the pride of the dwarves.”

The first step in cross-ethnic exchanges has begun.

***

My heart beats louder than usual, and it feels like the world is spinning.

Every time I exhale, I smell dizzy, and I can’t hear anything, but I feel like someone is constantly buzzing next to me.

Ah, I feel like dying.

ㅡ That’s why you should drink in moderation.

That’s right….

After returning from the cradle of stars, a welcome party was held for the tribal union.

Everyone was so hot that a drinking party broke out right away, and I was thrown out after a drinking party with non-human monsters.

I thought my alcohol consumption increased, but they are monsters.

“Whoop, whoop….”

Every time I breathe, the smell of alcohol rises, giving me dizziness.

I’m going to die because there’s no effect even if the holy power can’t stop drunkenness.

ㅡ Agent of God.

“Yes… great wizard.”

ㅡ After all, you can’t be a writer. I think it’s a waste of talent.

“Keuhehehe, is a poet suitable?”

ㅡ No, a demagogue.

“You really are too much.”

You should say that it was not incitement, but that it touched their hearts.

—- We decided to call it agitation, didn’t we?

“You didn’t do a great job….”

It’s just that a situation was created that had no choice but to be like that, and I just made good use of that situation.

First of all, looking at the situation, it was a situation where anyone could not help but be swept away by the atmosphere.

Bertus, who had reached the level of a transcendent, took the people to a place called the ‘Cradle of Stars’ with a teleport that could not be done.

There was a presence there that exuded such an enormous presence that I could be mistaken for a god.

In such a situation, I came to know the past where the hearts of the demons were magnificent.

To fail in persuasion in a situation like this is absurd.

I created a situation where I could, and I did not miss the opportunity.

I just used provocative words to catch the flow in the situation.

ㅡ Isn’t it usually said that a person who skillfully exploits such a situation is an instigator?

“Because it’s not incitement….”

I feel like I have a heart attached to my head, but I feel dizzy because I hear a pulse in my ears.

I vomited up what was inside and the drunkenness went away a bit, but my head was spinning and it was painful to even breathe.

ㅡ Lord, may I go in?

“Yes? Yes….”

This is Sir Lewis.

“Are you all right, lord?”

“No, I think I will die.”

“Excuse me for a second.”

“Thank you.”

It was Sir Louis who took me to my room, and it was Sir Louis who nursed me like this….

You owe everything to Sir Lewis from start to finish.

“You did too much.”

“I will…” .”

My drinking level has gone up, and now I can easily drink up to 3 bottles of soju.

So I thought it would be ok, but it sucks.

“Water. Please drink slowly.”

You can feel the sweetness, probably because it wasn’t just water.

I don’t know if it’s because of my mood, but it felt like my head was clearing up a bit.

“Huh….”

I’m really going to turn.

“Please lie down.”

Sir Lewis put a towel soaked in cold water on my forehead.

It was cold and pleasant, so I felt like I was going to laugh for some reason.

“hehehe….”

Maybe he’s already smiling.

“I drink more than when I was over there, but it’s hard.”

“Is that so?”

Sir Lewis wiped the sweat from his face and neck with a fresh towel.

It was cool, so it felt strangely good.

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“This reminds me of my parents… It is so.”

“Did you want to go back?”

“No, I will live here.”

“Now what….”

“I can’t live over there anymore….”

What’s great over there?

I wake up in the morning, go to work, and leave work in the evening.

After dinner, I will write my novel and dream of kicking the Wolbokki….

My friends rarely contact me after they get a job, and sometimes survival reports come up in the group chat room….

The only thing that bothers me is my parents, but I’ve seen the 4 greatest warriors use miracles.

“If you have a lot of karma, it is possible to bring your parents here… Miss Helena….”

“You must be very drunk.”

“I was drunk, but… Lie, no.”

Whoop, whoop.

Ah, that’s Goal.

They said there is no paradise where they ran away, but if this isn’t paradise, where else is paradise!

There is no coke, no coffee, and the bathroom is inconvenient… Is paradise right?

What is the standard for paradise in the first place?

Avalon!

Haa….

“Sir Lewis. I’m going to sleep because my head is pounding….”

“… Rest in peace.”

“Good night!”

I lost my mind just like that.