I Quit the Hero’s Party Chapter 400

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Salvation, said the apostate.

Belnoa looked down at his feet without saying a word. Something that was a human being holding onto my ankle was shedding tears. The sediment that flowed down flowed like blood.

It was saying something.

I couldn’t understand it because of the muffled pronunciation and garbled language, but at least it was far from a request to save my life. Rather, it was the opposite.

He was begging me to kill him.

“···this.”

···Belnoir does not think of himself as a very just person. He just followed Chloe to the battlefield, and he doesn’t have much intention of saving people. He’d be happy if he could save it, but when it can’t be helped, Belle Noir definitely draws the line.

Throw it away if necessary. You can also make choices depending on your needs. I don’t have any great belief that I have to save everyone. So, even in this current scene, Belnoa was able to close his eyes and overlook it for his own survival.

I could close my eyes, close my mouth, put on a mask, shake off that touch, and move forward.

“This is salvation?”

Finally, a voice came out of my mouth.

Because I couldn’t understand it. Belnoir spoke with a trembling voice because he could never accept those words.

“This can’t be salvation…”

“Oh my.”

The apostate cut off Belnoa’s words.

“As I said, I don’t particularly want to understand. I have no intention of forcing my values ​​on you. “I have no intention of rewriting your definition of the word ‘salvation’ or denying your beliefs.”

soft voice.

She spoke in a whisper, with a voice that felt sacred, like a faithful priest at a church praying to God.

“Are you up for it? “Do you want to deny it?”

She looked at Belnoa and smiled.

“You want to deny my beliefs? Do you want to prove that the salvation I spoke of is wrong, wrong, wrong? If you want to do it, do it. “I have no intention of stopping it.”

Gletus, the apostate, smiled.

As if in response to her laughter, a sign of popularity was felt deep within the temple. Kugu Palace, a shuddering temple.

And what is felt is the gaze.

Belnoa felt goosebumps all over her body.

Hidden in the shadows of the temple, out of sight, ‘something’ was watching him from all over the place. As if they were going to rush at any moment.

“Would you like to try?”

Belnoir let out a short breath.

I shook off something holding my ankle. Belnoa took a step forward, taking his eyes off the test bench filled with something that was a human crying in a sad voice.

“···doesn’t exist.”

“You’re quick to give up. “It’s bland.”

The apostate sighed with a disappointed expression, as if he had been secretly expecting to attack me.

“I don’t really like kids like you.”

She said as she walked.

“You don’t have upright beliefs, a spirit that won’t give in to anything, or anything else. I don’t feel worth in children who don’t shine. The same goes for you.”

A voice without any emotion.

“They are children who have strayed from their true nature. Children who are not beautiful. Those who have lost their pure light and have become cloudy. Those who are stained with reality are dirty. “You can never go beyond your limits.”

The apostate sighed.

“So it’s worthless.”

It would be better to just extract the essence.

The apostate muttering that turned his head and glanced at Belnoa. Belnoa felt an eerie feeling as the apostate’s gaze glanced over her.

“If it had been the way it was, it would have been dismantled.”

Nevertheless, she continued.

“I don’t really want to do that right now.”

A simple whim. Or, an interest in a child who reminds him of an old colleague. The apostate narrowed his eyes.

“You planted something interesting in your soul, child.”

It is visible to the eyes of an apostate.

A fragment of the Holy Grail planted deep in Belnoa, the miraculous cup he created in the past. The time when he was researching to create that cup. The apostate smiled faintly as he recalled the truly happy times.

Planting that cup…

It would be the same as being chosen by Cardi.

Cardi. Cardi van Armiel.

Gletus slowly opened his mouth, remembering the person he really missed.

“How’s Cardi doing?”

“···yes?”

Belnoir blinked.

The name of an unexpected person came out from the mouth of a completely unexpected person. Cardi, why is there a story about that old man?

“Cardi. “A handsome elf with gray hair.”

“Handsome···? “You mean that inspiration?”

“Inspiration? That’s a funny thing to say. Well, he does seem a bit old. “He has always been telling useless stories, claiming they are from his experiences.”

Ah, I think I know what it is.

Belnoir nodded slowly.

“Anyway, do you mean the things they mutter these days saying they don’t even know the basics?”

“Yeah, that one. Doesn’t that speaking habit seem to be the same even after a thousand years? Anyway, he’s a fun person.”

The apostate chuckled.

As he listened to her words, Belnoir realized that Cardi was older than he thought and that there were many facts he was hiding… but for now, he decided to put aside any questions about that.

“If you know anything about that person, please tell me more.”

The apostate walked and whispered.

“So that my whim lasts just a little longer.”

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So that I can be in front of you as a senior and not as a disaster.

2.

Successfully defeated the madman.

The shadow collapsed and the barrier surrounding Artia also completely collapsed. Raniel leaned against the wall and let out a long, very long sigh.

“Cough huh.”

Raniel spit out the bone fragments that were rolling around in his mouth. I put my finger into his mouth and felt a shattered molar. A smooth texture.

Even if it breaks, it doesn’t matter.

“f*ck you.”

She muttered, “That’s right, that’s right,” and pulled out the broken molar with her hand. Raniel moaned briefly as the blood continued to stick out.

The healing power of a warrior reflected inside the body is less than that of trauma. It will take some time for the extracted molars to sprout.

‘···I don’t know if I’ll end up wearing dentures if I keep doing this.’

Raniel briefly trembled with a sense of crisis that something might really go wrong. Anyway, isn’t it too sad to wear dentures in your 30s… or 20s?

The way they take the money is also really shit.

Feeling that sentiment, Raniel relaxed his body. His whole body ached from the recoil. The price is irregular, and it is unclear where exactly it was collected.

‘I want to get some rest…’

There’s no way I can afford that.

I have to show myself to be okay before I encounter the magic knights who will soon enter. I have an obligation to be perfect. I adjusted my disheveled clothes and wiped the blood from my mouth.

Raniel blinked several times as he poured the potion into his mouth. Only then did a little bit of light return to the pupil that had opened up.

“You’ve had a hard time too, Kelhalm.”

Raniel staggered towards Kelhalm and tapped Kelhalm on the cheek. He said he had to pour a lot of potion on him and give him first aid, but his injuries were not shallow.

Flash.

Kelhalm, who had barely regained consciousness, narrowed his eyes. Kelhalm blinked and slowly opened his mouth as he looked at Raniel tapping his cheek.

“…Is it Raniel?”

“Rania. Rania, you bastard.”

What if someone hears it?

Muttering that, Raniel flopped down next to Kelhalm. The center of Artia. It was a place where the ruined city could be seen at a glance.

“I am sorry.”

“···What do you mean?”

“This city. It’s your hometown. “I broke a lot of things while fighting that shadow.”

The city seen from the center is full of traces of battle. The buildings that still had some form were destroyed and crushed by the random spells, making them unrecognizable.

“I’m even sorry.”

Kelhalm laughed bitterly.

“I can’t thank you enough for saving me. I have no intention of blaming you without even knowing the shame. and···.”

“and?”

“In the first place, the shape isn’t important.”

Kelhalm let out a long breath.

“Even if it collapses and crumbles into nothing, I can still see it. At least I remember. “I think that’s enough.”

“That’s a good thing.”

Raniel chuckled and laughed.

Kelhalm stared at the ruins for a while and then opened his mouth.

“I got help again.”

“I guess it couldn’t be helped since the opponent was the opponent.”

If Kelhalm is a wizard and a madman who has lived on the battlefield for a hundred years, his opponent is a wizard who has lived for over a thousand years. Raniel said that it was natural to lose and gave some words of consolation, but…

“When I hear that from your mouth, it feels like a deception, so it’s a really strange feeling.”

“Even if I comfort you, it’s like that. “What kind of deception is deception?”

“Think about it. “Only thirty…”

“twenty.”

“······.”

“what.”

Kelhalm glanced at Raniel with a shocked expression. As he glanced at Raniel, who proudly declared that he was twenty without any change in his expression, Kelhalm thought to himself, ‘That’s a ploy.’ I muttered. He never said it out loud.

It wasn’t because he wanted to please his lifesaver, but because it was easy to predict what would happen when he said those words out loud.

‘maybe···.’

Raniel will logically try to persuade you by claiming ‘the reason why he is in his 20s’, and the appearance will certainly be very ugly. The world is tiring even if we only see beautiful things in our lives. There is no need to bring out the ugly side.

“···A guy who is only about twenty years old.”

Only then did Kelhalm continue speaking while Raniel nodded as if satisfied.

“It means that if you destroy everything on your own and then say that you can’t do anything about it because you lived in different times, it feels like deception.”

“Well, that could be possible.”

Raniel left his seat and stood up.

This was because the presence of magic knights entering the city was felt. Raniel was about to get up and speak.

“Still, I haven’t gained anything at all.”

Kelhalm took something out of his robe pocket.

What was taken out was taken from a madman. The wizard who lived for a hundred years said as he handed it to Raniel.

“I tried to observe a hundred years’ worth of history.”

3.

Alkeia, a land for non-believers.

The temple and apostate’s workshop located there was huge and had a complex structure. The workshop, divided into each section, was blocked by a huge door, and a familiar was stationed at each door.

Corpses, familiars, and traces of all kinds of experiments.

The more Belnoa walked, the more he had to suppress his laughter.

‘···Four years ago, did you say that all the magical beasts were lost to Mr. Galahal?’

So that meant that everything here was created by her in just four years. Belle Noah had to swallow her dry saliva as she looked at the countless familiars that came into her eyes.

Gletus, the apostate.

It is Gletus who is evaluated as being able to form an army alone…and even create a new disaster. Belnoa had to realize that those words were not lies.

■■, ■■. ■■■■■■■■.

■■■■. ■■■■■■.

Creaking sounds are heard from all directions.

It is full of things that are out of line with providence and things that are far away. To paraphrase the expression of an apostate, the things closest to the essence were screaming from all directions.

Their screams do not reach God.

In a land ignored by God, the only person who listens to the screams of humans is a broken saint who hopes for salvation.

“Isn’t it a beautiful sound?”

And, the broken saint.

I don’t feel their screams as screams.

“It’s a sound filled with my most earnest wishes. Even if you crush all the organs that can produce sound, it still struggles to make sound. That’s why it’s so intense.”

Belnoa did not listen to her words.

Because it was something I didn’t want to hear.

Belnoir simply did not take his eyes off to gather information. One day you will reach this place again, and this information will be helpful then.

That was all I could do now.

After walking for a while, we arrived at the end of the temple. At the end of the temple, there was a long hilly road, where three crustaceans were digging and guarding the ground.

Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!

The end of the abyss, the road to earth.

The apostate brought Belnoa there. He didn’t even touch Bel Noah.

“You just have to follow that place.”

She gestured lightly.

All the writhing crustaceans stopped. While the crustaceans approaching the apostate bowed their huge heads, the apostate turned around and made eye contact with Belnoa.

Again.

She took a step closer to Belnoa.

“I enjoyed the story you told. “If you get the chance, wouldn’t you pass this on to that person?”

What she gave me was an old letter.

A letter that has not been delivered for a long time.

“It’s better not to even think about checking the contents. “I made it so that if someone other than him opens it, something terrible will happen.”

“···All right.”

“It’s embarrassing to show, so please understand.”

The apostate who mumbles and smiles like that even looks like an ordinary woman. Belnoir felt uncomfortable with that smile that resembled Chloe’s.

“and.”

Again, she took another step forward.

Stopping right in front of Belnoa, she stretched out her hand and grabbed his wrist. It was a touch that she could shake off if she wanted to, but Belle Noah could not do that.

“Someday, kid.”

She smoothed the dragon scales that grew on the back of Belnoa’s hand. It was a trace of shadow magic. The apostate smiled faintly as he touched the traces.

“The moment will come when you too will have to choose.”

From that laugh.

Belnoir feels a sense of discomfort in that voice.

“I hope you don’t regret it at that moment. “Remember that it is you who should pray, not God.”

Not a disaster, but advice from a senior who walked the path first.

Belnoa did not know how to respond to that serious advice. What lies ahead is disaster. It’s a very terrible disaster… but it doesn’t feel that way at this moment.

“Follow ideals, not reality. “That is the only way to shine brightly…”

Muttering that, the apostate pushed Belnoa.

“Go.”

she said, waving her hand.

“The moment you cross this hill, run without looking back. “No matter what comes up from below… if you get caught, that’s the end of it.”

Belnoir confirmed that the apostate’s fingers were shaking and that her eyes were gradually losing focus. She looked as if she was being consumed by madness.

“If you get caught, you die.”

she laughed

“Go ahead. “Before my whim ends.”

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