I Quit the Hero’s Party Chapter 358

〈 Episode 358 〉 Disaster, and a hero (1)

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Everyone walks their own path.

Everyone lives life in their own way.

Move forward using your dreams as a guidepost.

Dreams, who you want to be.

Someone dreamed of being a hero. Some people dreamed of becoming actors. Someone wanted to become a writer of fairy tales. Someone, someone, someone else…

···Dream, dream, what you want to be.

“Raniel, what do you want to be?”

My father asked me once.

“what? “You want to become a librarian like me?”

At that time, I said yes.

Because I didn’t have any special dreams. Because she liked reading books, she answered the questions without much thought.

“Hey, leave it alone, Raniel.”

“Being a librarian is not as fun a job as you think. Have you ever thought of having a big dream? I’m not saying you’re my son, but you’re really talented. The book you are reading now is a book that I don’t really understand either. “Raniel.”

“But you understand. They even say it’s fun. Instead of staying in a small town like this, why don’t you go to the capital and show off your talents?”

“Um, you think I should just read a book? “That’s why I want to become a librarian…”

My father laughed bitterly at my answer.

“Yeah, well, I’m still young. Think about it a little more. Dad will find it together. “Because we have a lot of time.”

Contrary to what my father thought, there wasn’t much time.

The next day the village burned down.

My father’s beloved books, the people from my hometown, my mother who shouted at me to run away until the end, and my father who said he would find my dream with me all crumbled into ashes.

Then I lost my dream.

I lost my milestone.

It became impossible to know where to go.

I just vaguely thought that if I walked forward, I might have a dream as I lived. Because his father said so at the last moment.

but.

“···Raniel.”

I was the only one who lost my dream that day.

“Raniel, what should we do now?”

I looked to the side.

There was Kyle, gnashing his teeth among the ashes. He said he wanted to be a hero. Gritting his teeth, Kyle was swallowing back tears.

“My parents, everyone in the village… I, what should I do now…”

He was still dreaming of becoming a hero.

I wanted revenge on something.

But Kyle was always a guy who could only think about one thing. I let out a short breath and held out my hand to the guy. The guy sitting on the ashes raised his head and looked at me.

I smiled bitterly and told him.

“Let’s go to the royal road first.”

···I lost my dream.

“If we go there, there will be something we can do.”

Because you are still dreaming.

Because you are still trying to become something.

“Follow me.”

So, I’ll take the lead for the time being.

2.

I walked forward and looked back at the past.

I thought of the path I had walked and the people who once walked that path together. Thinking and remembering, I walked forward.

Kyle Torben, you f*cking bastard.

He was a really annoying guy.

He stumbled often, fell down often, and got frustrated often. Sometimes it was annoying. Because if I did anything, I would just sit down and whine.

“Raniel, is the royal capital really like this?”

“It can’t be anything.”

“If you came here, couldn’t you do anything? “Wouldn’t it be possible to become anything?”

I don’t know, how do I know?

Those words rose up in my throat, but I didn’t spit them out. Because I understood that feeling. We succeeded in getting to the royal capital, but we didn’t achieve anything. The world was not so kind to two young children who had escaped from a burned down village.

In the end, the only people we could trust were each other.

I think we talked a lot back then.

I’m leaning against the alley.

Kyle sat down.

We had a conversation.

Kyle complained and I listened. Sometimes I smiled, sometimes I nodded. In a narrow and dirty alley, Kyle talked about her dream. She spoke out loud about what she wanted to be and who she was.

Kyle looked happy at that time.

Yes, you are still dreaming.

I smiled and held out my hand to Kyle. Let’s try to survive today somehow. Let’s live a little harder than yesterday. To become something.

Kyle stood up, holding on to the outstretched hand.

So we moved forward.

Of course, the direction was not always the same. We each lived our lives in our own way.

I was taken in by my teacher and walked the path of a wizard.

Kyle became an errand boy for a nobleman and survived each day by doing odd jobs.

Then, when we had a really hard day or had a truly terrible experience, we would sometimes meet in an old tavern and chat. I would giggle and talk about what happened during the day.

“They discriminate based on their origins, they are really f*cking idiots. Hey, does this make sense? Kyle?

“Raniel, is that you too? I also wanted to throw a rag in that noble bastard’s face when he cursed at my hometown. “What on earth do you see in people?”

Small chat.

Gossip about f*cking people.

We laughed out loud while chatting about useless things. They even argued over who would pay for the drinks. Every time Kyle, out of pride, said she would pay, I would give various reasons and say I would pay.

That’s how we each lived our lives.

Then one day, Kyle became a warrior.

Kyle came to see me, saying he could finally achieve his dream. She held out her hand for me to come with her. I once held out my hand to him, but this time he extended it to me.

You crazy bastard, you want to catch the devil?

He said he would make achievements.

He told me absurd dreams and suggested absurd things to me. That day, I was worried. After thinking about it, I eventually grabbed his outstretched hand. He pretended to be deceived and followed him to the battlefield.

A lot happened.

Really, a lot of things.

The battlefield was much heavier than we thought. It was a much more hellish place. The battlefield was hell, and it didn’t take long for one person to be destroyed in hell.

“I have to do it.”

“You are a warrior, and I am a wise man.”

“Everyone is risking their lives for us. So you definitely have to do it. Running away is out of the question from the beginning. “Fight with the intention of dying.”

I was obsessed.

I was obsessed with sacrifice, duty, and responsibility.

“I, I can’t do it.”

“scary. “I’m scared too, Raniel!”

“What is that? How on earth are you going to deal with that number?”

Kyle was worn out in an unanswered fight.

Kyle quickly broke down when he realized that he was nothing and that what he had dreamed of was completely vain.

“Still, dude, I have to go.”

“you can do it.”

“Leave the back to me and just look ahead and run.”

Still, I had some spare time at that time.

I held out my hand several times to the guy who fell over and over again. I helped him up several times. So we moved forward little by little.

Made numerous contributions.

Kyle began to be called the strongest warrior.

“Black dragon, we hunted the black dragon!”

“That infamous disaster…!”

“How can you tie the black dragon’s feet? “You’re such a ridiculous bastard, Raniel!”

He achieved the feat of beheading a black dragon.

I felt like I could do anything if I tried.

“I, too, can become something.”

“I am also a special being.”

Even though I was shaking, I moved forward.

Kyle was on my way. Sometimes he would stand next to me, and sometimes he couldn’t keep up and fell behind, but he would stand up again and follow me.

It’s slow, but there’s a long way to go.

I thought I could move on.

I thought that someday I would be able to achieve my dream.

I thought it could be like that forever.

But that was an illusion.

We faced an enemy that seemed impossible to defeat no matter what we did. It was a person who could not give an answer. A terribly strong enemy. A monster that makes you feel death just by encountering it. The monster blocked us.

The sword of death, Ganicalt.

The day he encountered it, Kyle began to break down. He fell often and was often frustrated. Sometimes he even let go of his sword. I started neglecting my duties.

I held out my hand a few times.

But it couldn’t continue.

“can not do it.”

“I can’t do it.”

After facing the Demon King, Kyle was completely broken. In the end, Kyle was unable to stand up again. The moment I saw that guy, I couldn’t hold out my hand anymore. Because I was angry. Because I was annoyed.

Hold on and hold out your hand to stand up.

I grabbed the guy by the collar.

I forced him to stand up.

“stand up.”

“Stand up, bastard.”

Stand up, I screamed.

He pushed Kyle to do it, citing his duty as the priority. Of course, it was the worst way. The paths Kyle and I walked that day completely diverged.

“I am not you.”

“I can’t do it, Raniel.”

It was absurd. I was out of breath.

That’s not it. That’s not what you’re saying. What on earth did you think of me? Don’t you know that’s not what I mean?

There was a lot I wanted to say.

There was a lot, but I couldn’t do it.

By the time I could actually say that, it was already too late. This time, if I reach out to have a conversation…

Kyle wasn’t there.

What I grasped was empty space. I realized then that it was already too late. All that remains is regret. I walked in regret.

When I look back, you are not there.

Your and my paths have completely diverged. I thought we were standing on the same road, but at some point I couldn’t see you. I was the only one on this road.

I thought there was nothing I could do.

I turned away from you because I thought I couldn’t correct you because you had gone astray. I turned away and walked forward. I thought I could walk alone even if no one followed me. No, I thought I had to walk. Because that is the duty given to me.

I walked down the street.

lived a life

There were a few things I realized while walking.

That each person has their own path.

You too are walking your own path.

With Galahal’s death, I was finally able to understand you a little bit. Now that I understood, I wanted to talk again.

Just like the old days.

Just like the good old days.

but···.

‘It’s late.’

I always end up late.

It was strange.

Only in critical situations am I late. If I regretted it, I should have moved right away, so why didn’t I move? I regret it again.

“You have a debt to pay.”

“I must pay that back.”

You moved forward on your own without me having time to stop you, without you having time to stand next to me, or to follow you. And the place you went to happened to be right in front of me.

I thought they had already split up.

In the end, what I was looking at was the same scenery.

In your own way, your own path, you crossed me and moved forward. And then he was looking at me from the end of the road. As if telling me to chase you.

“really.”

You are telling me, who has walked all my life looking ahead with no one in sight, to follow me.

“Damn you bastard.”

Now it’s completely the opposite.

widely.

Smiling bitterly, I took a step forward.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at my destination.

When I raised my head and looked ahead, I saw the church door tightly closed. An old church. A presence was felt beyond this door.

I turned around and arrived at the starting point.

Unlike back then when I was asleep and couldn’t do anything, I was awake now. I was standing with both feet on the ground. The world gave me a chance, as if to make up for the mistakes of that day.

To seize the opportunity.

Now to move forward.

I stretched out my hand toward the church door.

I reached out my hand and pushed open the church door.

After countless memories passed by, I came to the present. The church door opened with a screeching sound. A gloomy air rushed in.

When you open the door, what you see is a collapsed church.

Fallen and collapsed pillars.

The star that was supposed to decorate the ceiling of the church was wrapped around a chain and pulled down. The stone statue representing the god was tilted with its head blown off.

collapsed. Something desecrated.

Things that are no longer able to express their original intention or fulfill their role.

Beyond those things, there was this guy.

The guy was sitting on the collapsed altar in the innermost part of the church. A holy sword was stuck in the heart of the man wrapped in his chains.

“Tap,” he said.

This is the moment I took a step toward him.

He flinched, and his body moved.

The arm, twisted and bent in a strange direction, slowly moved. Looking at that figure, I took a step closer to him. As I approached, I put my hands behind my back.

Before I knew it, I tied back my hair that had fallen loose.

As he tied his hair and took another step forward, he also wrapped his fingers around the hilt of the sword. A holy sword with my heart as its sheath. The guy grabbed the holy sword, whose decoration was broken but the blade was still intact.

Squeak, squeak. Geek.

There was a sound of something being twisted.

When I narrowed my eyes and looked ahead, I could see the grip rising from the guy’s heart. Things that had been blocked by the holy sword were pouring out along with the drawn sword.

A set of grips and curses.

The shadow, meant to curse the star and bring it down, grabbed the holy sword along with Kyle. I grabbed Kyle’s twisted arm and supported it.

Kuuk.

Looking at it, I pulled down my gloves.

To catch what I couldn’t catch that day.

To grab the collar of a guy who is trying to walk the wrong way and beat him to the floor. And, to never regret it again.

Sigh, I grabbed my hand.

With a loud bang, the blade of the holy sword Kyle was holding completely came out of his heart. The blood droplets that had formed on the blade jumped out.

Just before the blood drops fell to the floor.

I kicked the ground and ran.

Kyle also kicked down the altar and rushed over.

We ran with all our might to kill each other.

The air trembled. Everything in sight collapsed.

All that’s left is an opponent to kill.

Here we go, Kyle.

You damn bastard.

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fantasy,