I Quit the Hero’s Party Chapter 372

Saint, Natida.

The first time Rania met her was a year ago. Rania still vividly remembered her first meeting. Because it was such a shocking scene.

「Fuuuuu…」

The main church of the Delohim denomination.

The prayer room where people prayed to God was stained dark red with long blood splatters. In a trail of blood, a girl was sitting astride the corpse of a priest, breathing hard as she looked up at the sky blocked by her ceiling.

The sound of broken breathing.

Gray smoke rising every time you exhale.

It was only later that I learned that what the girl was holding in her mouth was a so-called neuroleptic drug, a treatment that people addicted to drugs take to get off the drugs.

「······.」

The girl looked at Rania with wide eyes.

While making eye contact with Rania, the girl smiled. It was a hollow laugh, the laugh of someone who seemed resigned. Finally, after sucking in her smoke for a long time, the girl let out a long sigh.

Gray smoke.

As smoke rose, Rania looked at the priests the girl was sitting on. In their hands were tools for injecting drugs. Bottles filled with colorful drugs were rolling around on the floor, and when you raise your head and look at the girl…

Her arms and the nape of her neck showed traces of having been inserted several times with needles. The girl’s squinty eyes did not belong to a normal person.

That was enough to judge the situation.

The Delohim Church was on the path to decline due to the atrocities that were revealed one after another and the retirement of Sarah, a saint. Rania headed here after learning that the church was hiding the birth of a new saint.

Rania wiped the corners of her eyes.

It seems that the church realized through Sarah that brainwashing was not enough, and used even more severe methods to educate the saint than before. The result of that education will be that girl who can see it before her eyes.

“ah. ah. “Ah.”

The girl looked at Rania and opened her mouth.

The girl continued speaking as she continued to purse her lips and smooth her chin, as if her pronunciation was messed up.

“I don’t think I belong to a church.”

“If you came to this church to pray, you came to the wrong prayer room. “It’s not here, so go somewhere else.”

“Hurry, before something bad happens.”

Instead of asking for help, run away so you don’t get caught.

Even though her pronunciation was distorted due to the drug, the girl said that, putting emphasis on each syllable. She grinned as she spoke, that dry laugh typical of people who have no expectations from life.

Saint, Natida.

A saint of this generation whose true identity was hidden and concealed by the church. That was Natida and Rania’s first meeting. Rania let out a long sigh, remembering Natida’s wide eyes that she had seen back then.

“It’s better than then, a lot.”

A year has already passed since Natida’s identity was secured and she was appointed as an aide. He still burns mana tobacco from time to time, but at least he no longer seeks out medicine. That alone would be an amazing development.

…Still, there’s just one thing I’m worried about.

“and? what?”

“Are you really calling that work? Don’t be a jerk. Wow, really. and···.”

The ignition point is excessively low.

During his last dispatch, he caused a ‘somewhat troublesome’ incident by hitting a liquor bottle on the head of a nobleman who was tasked with doing work. The fact that he was a person with no idea where he would end up took me a bit.

“···Hmm.”

While sitting in her office reading a report, Rania crossed her eyes. After sending him to the north, I suddenly felt worried. Nothing bad, right? It doesn’t seem like anything special will happen…

“Rania, as your teacher and father, I would like to ask you one favor. Please don’t crash. It means don’t come back after an accident. “Solve it quietly, quietly.”

As I was worrying like that, it felt like the teacher’s voice was ringing in my ears.

‘Indeed, did Master feel this way too?’

No, but I handled it neatly.

There haven’t been many accidents.

Even if there was an incident, it was completely overturned without any ‘back-up’, so what?

“Hey, the case is a little different.”

When I thought about it again, it was a little different.

Rania shook her head and got to work. Anyway, what’s the big deal? Still, he is a child who knows how to discern the situation.

“As long as she doesn’t get involved with the church, she’s a good girl.”

2.

“uh? Are you pissed?”

Natida laughed.

With the tobacco in her mouth, Natida grabbed the priest by the collar and pushed him against the wall. While the priest, who hit the back of his head against the wall, let out a groan, Natida tilted her head towards him. Up to the distance where your forehead meets your forehead.

And then, wow.

The priest coughed at the poisonous smoke she exhaled. Natida, who was grinning as if the priest’s cackling face was amusing, muttered in a low voice.

“Is this awesome? When I smoke it, my eyes light up. Sparks fly and fly? “It’s an amazing experience, but it’s a shame I have to do it alone.”

With the tobacco she was holding between her fingers, Natida pointed the burning end of the tobacco at the priest’s eyes.

“Do you want to smoke one too?”

The priest’s eyes shook violently.

* * *

Lark’s day starts early in the morning.

Belnoir and Chloe, who came to visit, spent several days investigating the snowy mountain in question, then returned to the Knights’ garrison to report and discuss future actions. After returning to his daily routine, Lark began his daily routine lightly.

Even if you do it as a daily routine, it is only training.

With two axes tied to his belt, Lark walked deep into the snowy mountain. After walking for a while, the sanctuary of Grace Street, hit by a storm, came into view. That place was Lark’s training ground.

There was no need to catch my breath.

Lark walked towards the sanctuary with a light gait, as if he was taking a walk. Even in the midst of his driving snowstorm, Lark’s breathing did not suffer in the slightest. In an instant, Lark arrived at the very center of the sanctuary.

The very center is lined with broken stone statues.

Lark let out a short breath while overhearing the sound of water flowing between the statues. In the past, the environment was endured thanks to the power of the first matriarch, Grace… but now there was no need for that.

Because Lark has also grown over the past three years.

The huge flow of mana was weighing down Lark’s body, but this pressure was just right for Lark right now. He placed the weights he had brought in on the floor one by one and Lark began his day’s work.

“···Phew.”

Military weights and restraints received from Galahal in the past. With his entire body filled with restraint spheres, Lark began training.

Whoop, whoop.

After swinging the ax in a certain position for a while, when his body began to sweat, Lark increased the intensity of his training. I lightly beat my heart with the sack.

Heating.

The array of mana fluctuated for a moment.

But it never disturbs. Rakda has completed all of Aplia’s training courses and learned mana arrangement directly from Aplia’s Nightmare. The fluctuating arrangement found its place in an instant.

Repeat the circulation of mana with a heated body.

Lark’s tower, built solidly from the foundation, is sturdy. Even in the torrent of mana swirling everywhere, Lark’s breathing was constant. This is a surprising development, considering that when she had just entered Aplia, she fainted at the entrance to the Fountain of Mana.

Whoop, whoop.

Lark continued to swing the axe.

Every time the ax was swung, a cracking sound rang out. With the sound ringing in his ears as the background, Lark thought.

A year has passed since I graduated from Aplia.

Three years have passed since I received ‘it’ from Professor Rania.

When you look back on the past three years, have you grown? To that question, Lark was able to nod his head. He had not yet become a superman, but he had set his foot at the beginning of the Konhana Road. No, maybe he is already moving beyond.

From the day he completed the Holy Grail ordeal, Lark could no longer see the wall. I can’t see the wall.

I didn’t know where to go, and I didn’t know how far I had come. He said the professor would find out when the time was right, but Lacroix didn’t know when that would be.

“······.”

All I can feel is the piece of the Holy Grail nestled in my heart and the seed the professor planted that day.

‘···Something is lacking.’

I don’t know exactly what it is.

However, Lark could not yet call himself a superhuman. Although others said that Lark’s body and skills had already reached the level of a superhuman, Lark himself did not feel that he was a superhuman.

Absence of something decisive.

Lark was wandering around looking for what it was.

Since I couldn’t find the answer, I’m just training my body to be honest. Lark slowly exhaled as he overheard the crackling sound growing louder day by day.

“Whoa…”

When you exhale and look ahead, there is a split space. Looking at the slash carved in the air, Lark lightly clinked the axes he held in both hands.

Kaang.

The sound made by hitting an ax with an axe.

As if reacting to the sound, the space twisted and tore apart. It was one of the Galatric-type Revival and Grace-type techniques. Lark felt a sense of pride as he watched the technology improve in perfection every day.

It would be best to end today’s training here.

Feeling that half a day had already passed, Lark packed his bags and came out of the sanctuary. It was the moment I stepped onto the snowy field, cooling my sweat from the driving snowstorm.

“Do, master!”

Sebas, the butler who was waiting outside the sanctuary, ran towards Lark. Lark tilted his head while wiping the sweat with the towel Sebas gave him.

“What’s going on, Sebas? “What’s so urgent…”

“Son, the customer is causing trouble!”

“···what?”

3.

As he and Sebas hurriedly walked to the White Night Castle, Lark received information about the current situation through Sebas.

“therefore···.”

Lark blinked and said.

“Professor Rania, no, he’s a guest sent by the hero… and that guest is beating up the priest who came with him as if he were going to kill him?”

“Yes, yes…”

“Why are you joining us…?”

“Well, it looks a bit complicated.”

To hear the story, it was as follows.

The guest who came to the north was a fairly high-ranking figure belonging to the church, and in the process of coming to the north, the church had attached a priest under the pretext of escorting her.

Due to the atrocities the church committed in the north a few years ago, the church was no longer able to send people to the north, but Sebas added that it seems they used this opportunity as an excuse to set foot in the north.

“The guest who came to me explained the situation and even bowed his head to apologize for breaking the ‘northern rules’… so I thought he was a really nice person.”

That thought didn’t last long.

I heard a scream in the reception room and ran to see that the guest was beating the priest as if he were going to kill him.

“As the customer’s status is different, it is a situation that we cannot easily handle. The Grand Duke concluded that ‘the master is free to deal with his guards.’ “The situation is complicated.”

“···What on earth is this person doing?”

Lark asked as he jumped up to Midnight Castle.

Sebas answered that question.

“···She is a saint. “Saint of the Order.”

“what?”

Lark blinked.

Before I knew it, Lark had arrived in front of the reception room. Warriors were gathered around the reception room, and they were sticking out their tongues as they looked into the room.

“Ah, master.”

The warriors who saw Lark’s appearance retreated to the side. Lark walked past them and into the reception room and involuntarily took a deep breath.

“Ugh, ugh…”

There was a priest lying on the floor, moaning, and a woman burning tobacco with her bare feet on the priest’s head. Her light brown hair blew in the wind blowing from the wide open window.

“Hmm…”

The sound of broken breathing.

The woman exhaled a long puff of smoke with an excited breath and made eye contact with Lark, who was standing in front of the door. After a moment of blinking, she smiled brightly.

“Keueuuuuu!”

She stepped on the priest who was lying down, stood up, placed a generous amount of tobacco on the priest’s head, and approached Lark. Instead of holding out her hand as if to shake it, she smiled as if embarrassed when she noticed ash and blood stains on her gloves.

“excuse.”

She took off her gloves, crumpled them in the pocket of her robe, and held out her hand to Lark with her bare hand.

“I am Natida, a saint and assistant to the warrior Rania Van Trias.”

she smiled

“It is an honor to meet you, Guardian of the North.”

Rak looked at Natida and thought to himself.

Indeed, Professor Rania is someone worth sending as a guest.

fantasy,