I Quit the Hero’s Party Chapter 286

〈 Episode 286 〉 Your Story (1)

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One shining star has set.

The story of the hero who sacrificed his life for the next hero, and who ultimately faced disaster, spread throughout the world. The world admires the achievements of the warrior, and also mourns the death of the warrior.

The death of the warrior Galahal has been announced.

Galahal’s funeral was held with a state funeral.

The funeral, which was held under the leadership of the royal family, lasted for 10 days, and there was a steady stream of mourners for 10 days.

The most heroic warrior.

This is Galahal, as he was called.

There is no one who does not acknowledge his achievements and his good reputation. This is especially true for those who have entered the battlefield at least once.

Many people came to the royal road from all over, from the battlefield, and from the devil’s land. They laid flowers at Galahal’s grave. Although it is a ceremonial act, few people would offer flowers to show to others.

These are people who have endured life in a place called hell.

They truly respect the path Galahal has walked and what he achieved at the end of that path.

“It ended up like this.”

The immortal Kariot muttered in a confused voice, offered flowers he had brought from his hometown, and left.

“······.”

The madman, Kelhalm, mourned Galahal alone in silence as everyone distanced themselves from him. He saw the tombstone engraved with Galahal’s last accomplishments.

Defeat the apostates.

Rescue of the next generation of warriors.

It is an achievement that can truly be called a feat.

Kelhalm expresses his respect for the fact that such an achievement was achieved by a human who has lived less than half of his life. He offered a single flower and left without a word.

Step by step.

While everyone was afraid of the madman and did not come close, one girl approached the madman. Kel Halm turned her head and looked behind her.

Shaking gray hair, sunken blue eyes.

This is Raniel Vantrias.

On the outside, it doesn’t look much different from usual, but if you look closely, the eyes are lifeless. The cold, sunken eyes lost their shine. Raniel came closer and silently greeted Kelhalm.

Without trying to say anything, Kelhalm kept his mouth shut.

Since he was not there and did not know Galahal well, he was not qualified to give advice. Kelhalm also nodded in greeting and left.

Raniel stood there as if replacing Kelhalm.

Then, as mourners came one by one to offer flowers, Raniel did nothing. She doesn’t offer flowers or hold back tears. He just maintains his expressionless expression.

Time passes.

Many people pass by her.

The sun sets, and the sun rises again.

This was repeated several times, but Raniel stood there without moving. He looks at the figure and someone says it looks like a doll. Some people whisper that they feel lost.

A few more days passed.

Not even a whisper can be heard.

Until the day the funeral is completely over and no mourners come.

She stood like that.

2.

“It’s just you and me left, now.”

“So that’s it.”

Destel let out a sighing voice.

Kyle nodded expressionlessly.

“It is said that this guy, the one who plunged the holy spear into the heart of an apostate. “The next generation of warriors saw it with their own eyes.”

“What is the possibility of it being false?”

“No. “Because I’m not the type of kid to do something like that.”

You talk like you know everything.

As he was about to say that, Kyle let out a short breath and said another word.

“…It would be impossible.”

“I thought so too.”

Both Destel and Kyle are well aware of Galahal’s skills. He never had the skills to reach disaster. However, he achieved the feat at the last moment. How?

“It looks like we made a deal with the stars.”

Destel answered.

He knows that over the years, Galahal has put his life on the scales. So, it wasn’t that difficult to guess that Galahal wasted all the time I had left at the last moment.

“Originally, it would have been impossible for a hero to trade with stars, but I don’t know how he did it… but it seems like that’s how it happened.”

“It’s not impossible.”

Kyle blurted out.

Destel narrowed his eyes.

“It sounds like you did it too.”

“I don’t deny it.”

“Okay, whatever.”

Destel sighed.

“I guess everyone is hiding something.”

Destel couldn’t read the thoughts of Kyle, who was sitting across from me, at all. Starting a few years ago, he stopped showing his emotions on his face.

‘I don’t even want to know in the first place.’

I don’t even want to pay much attention to it.

Destel quietly closed his eyes. What he remembers is the life Galahal led and the end he faced. That life is enough to be called a warrior.

It’s the life of a hero.

He lived as a warrior and died as a warrior.

A life without even a single flaw is perfect. Destel longs for that perfect life. Also, he is convinced that he cannot. The fear within Destel grows even greater.

Brilliant death is beautiful.

However, death itself is something that Destel is afraid of.

Because of his fear, Destel will not be able to sacrifice his life and achieve great feats like Galahal. I, who is worthy of the moniker of being servile, will end up running away again like a coward.

“I don’t think I could ever do that.”

Destel muttered.

A bitter smile forms on his lips. Destel felt that the warrior’s conquest he was currently wearing was too heavy.

“What about you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Galahal. “Can I become like that guy?”

Kyle didn’t say anything.

As if he knew that would happen, Destel stood up with a grin on his face.

“Rania van Trias.”

It was then.

Kyle said a girl’s name.

“Have you met him?”

“I’ve met you.”

After a brief pause, Kyle continued.

“How was it?”

“What do you want to ask?”

“I’m asking what kind of attitude you showed before Galahal’s death.”

“You can just go and see, why are you asking me?”

Kyle was silent.

Destel looked at Kyle with a questioning look, then sighed and continued speaking.

“It didn’t look normal.”

As he said that, Destel recalled the image of Rania he had met in front of Galahal’s tombstone a little while ago.

「···Are you okay?」

「······.」

“What are you doing in the rain…”

Even if you talk to him, he doesn’t respond.

Only when asked what happened did she open her mouth and give a short answer in a dry voice.

“I don’t know either.”

I don’t know.

I don’t know anything.

“I don’t know what’s what anymore.”

She answered like that.

That voice has no strength. There is no certainty like always. Destel saw many people who made such voices on the battlefield.

From the knights who let go.

And in front of the mirror.

“It seemed like he had let go a bit, and he seemed to be in agony… but it didn’t look normal.”

“is it.”

Kyle nodded.

“Then I guess it’s not Raniel.”

“···what?”

What does that mean now?

Destel blinked, unable to read the context of the words.

“What do you mean?”

“Destel, didn’t you feel that Raniel, that guy, and that girl were similar?”

“…I felt it.”

“I felt that way too. But now I can definitely say no.”

“For what?”

Kyle answered briefly.

“Because there’s no way he’ll be broken.”

The voice is not as dry as always.

There is a bit of heat in the voice.

“He doesn’t break down. He never suffers. “If it’s him in front of Galahal’s death…”

“hey.”

Destel interrupted Kyle.

Destel frowned and glared at Kyle.

“That’s not what I want to say.”

Destel said as if he was dumbfounded.

“You know what a f*cking idiot you are, right now?”

That’s close to obsession.

Destel himself also considers Raniel not human, but he does not deny that Raniel is human. However, although the attitude of Kyle in front of her is similar, it is different from her own.

Not human.

He was able to achieve that because he wasn’t human.

He must not be human.

‘Raniel must always be perfect.’

It’s like saying that.

Instead of self-justification, they are justifying themselves by interpreting the existence of others in their own way. Destel feels disgusted by that sight.

“What on earth do you think of Raniel?”

Kyle answered the question.

The moment Destel heard Kyle’s answer, he felt a shock as if he had been hit on the head. Finally, De Stell smiled and ran her hand through her hair.

“and.”

Destel blurted out a single word of admiration.

“I’m warning you, Kyle.”

“what?”

“Don’t say that in front of Raniel or Rania. “Never do that.”

“···Why?”

“I was Raniel, right?”

Destel tapped my temple.

“바로 뚫어버렸어, 개새끼야.”

3.

Raniel sees Galahal’s tomb.

she knows

Galahal’s body was not buried here.

Moreover, Raniel knows very well that the corpse does not exist anywhere in the world.

Galahal, who moved his hand to guide the star for the last time, crumbled into small pieces and scattered in the air. It is the end of a human being who has used up all the time he is allowed to have. It is also his predestined end.

Giving one’s life.

Trading with the time given to you.

It is a taboo that must not be broken, and it is an act that goes against providence. A person who escapes providence cannot be allowed to die an ordinary death. What the soul faces as it crumbles is complete death. It is the annihilation of existence.

Galahar is dead.

Someone who looked like him, someone who thought and judged the same things as him, died. Rani El gritted his teeth and stood up even in the face of the death of his teacher, Kuntel, but he just couldn’t muster up the motivation right now.

“I have already achieved my dream.”

The voice of Galahal laughing in front of his statue lingers in my ears. The voice that said I would try writing a novel and the voice that I would try to do what I wanted to do continues to echo in my ears.

Raniel hoped that Galahal would spend the remaining three years comfortably. He sincerely hoped so. This is not simply because Galahal lived as best as he could.

Because Galahal looks like him.

Raniel saw himself in Galahal.

The life of someone who only looks ahead and runs is noble. However, as Raniel, who has lived such a life, he knows well how painful it is.

I hoped that the pain would be compensated.

I wanted him to enjoy a comfortable life.

It would be nice to work as a professor at an academy, and it would be nice to travel the world while writing stories.

However, Galahal rejected them all.

“I want to remain a hero until the end.”

At the last moment, he chose to remain a warrior.

I can’t forget Galahal’s expression as he said that. Where is that? After all, the achievements that Galahal achieved, the miracle that Galahal showed at the last moment… all of this complicates Raniel’s mind.

Why couldn’t they stop Galahal?

Even though he was sure of Galahal’s failure, why did he allow him to walk into a dangerous situation? While you regret that choice, on the other hand, do you think you would make the same choice if you went back in time?

I can not know.

I couldn’t figure it out.

Time passes by without knowing anything.

One day, when the sense of time became unclear as to how long he had been standing, someone came to visit Raniel. Raniel turned his head and looked at him.

“Are you still there?”

Turbulent Rocks.

He is a knight who worked as an aide to Galahal. He also has eyes similar to Raniel. Eyes that look hollow and empty. He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled bitterly.

“I have cleaned up the place where Mr. Galahal was staying.”

He took something out of his arms.

“I think the church and the royal family will probably take the personal items, but I thought it would be better to give them to Rania, so I left them separately.”

What Rox handed over was a document envelope.

Inside the envelope were many things that resembled novel manuscripts.

“It was like a novel. And, Rania was listed as the first person to be shown.”

Rox laughed bitterly.

“Next was Chloe.”

After checking, please pass it on to Chloe.

While saying that, Rox turned around.

Raniel stood there for a long time, and only then took a step forward.

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Raniel returned home after a few days, washed up, sat down and opened the envelope. Roselle said something, but he couldn’t reach Ran El. Raniel shook off the sleep that was coming on him and looked at his manuscript.

I will tie up the hero’s story and turn it into a novel.

As Galahal said, this was a novel that woven the story of a hero. Naturally, there is no way the novel could have been completed in just ten days or so.

There is a table of contents and an outline.

There were many names written in the table of contents, but one name caught Raniel’s eye.

It was his name.

In addition, the names of people living today, such as Destel and Kyle, are mainly written. I turned the page a little more. If you turn the pages like that, you soon arrive at the page that says reviews.

···Among those who write novels, there are those who always write reviews first. Galahal may have been one of them, and the last chapter is filled to the brim.

『Author Galahal.』

A trace that has been written and erased over and over again.

Raniel stops laughing as he sees the signature scrawled in fancy letters. Laughing bitterly, Raniel read the review.

Funny enough, what is written in the review is not much different from the items that introduce other heroes. This is the page where Galahal himself introduces his life. On one page, Galahal summarizes his life.

Raniel saw it.

Eventually, Raniel arrives at the last line of the page. There are two elegantly scrawled sentences engraved there.

『My story ends here.』

『I hope you will fill in the rest from now on.』

I turned the page.

I thought it was the last chapter, but there was one more chapter left. On the blank page, there is space to write subheadings.

As if asking me to write my name.

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fantasy,