The ground shook from the giant’s footsteps.
It was almost a fluke that Destel was able to avoid that blow. Destel stood up, rolling awkwardly on the floor, and quickly let out the breath that was building up in his throat.
“Ugh, huh…”
The sunken ground. Huge feet.
When you look up, there is a huge god standing there that seems to reach the sky. The giant was looking down at Destel, but there was no heat in its gaze.
A gaze that is extremely cold.
Eyes looking at a being no bigger than an insect.
However, the moment its gaze fell on Chloe, who was standing behind Destel, a fierce fire flickered in the giant’s eyes. The giant roared and raised his foot once again. This time he stomped his foot, targeting Chloe instead of Destel.
Couuuuuuuuuck!
The ground shook.
Unlike Destel, who lost his balance due to the strong sound and fell, Belnoir jumped with Chloe on his back even while coughing up blood. He escaped from the giant’s foot cloud.
“······.”
Destel looked at the figure while he was sitting on the floor.
Belnoa is leaping after leap with bloodshot eyes, and Chloe is chanting a spell while being held by Belnoa. And…there are countless gods and giant trees targeting them.
God’s kicks, fists, mace.
Roots rising from the ground, stems striking.
He was targeting the two people without stopping. It only targeted two people. As if Destel wasn’t there.
‘···iced coffee.’
Although it was only for a moment.
Although it was only a moment, Destel was relieved by that fact. He was relieved that he wasn’t being targeted and that they weren’t interested in him. The moment he realized that fact, Destel bit his lip.
What comes over me is disgust.
Destel gritted his teeth in terrible self-loathing.
Destel stood up with his hands on the ground and tightly grabbed his clothes. I hope you will lend me your strength no matter what. However, Seongui still does not respond to Destel, who is a coward and not a hero.
“why why why···!”
A coward who can’t do anything without borrowing the power of others and the glory of others. Destel’s face distorted. Unable to stand up, Destel raised her head.
“······.”
There is Belnoa, leap after leap, running on the arm of a giant. There was Belnoa, who barely avoided the attack, and Chloe, who was clinging to Belnoa’s back. For a split second, Chloe and Destel made eye contact.
In terms of time, it is a moment of only 1 or 2 seconds.
Destel wasted two seconds in fear.
Chloe spent two seconds making a decision.
Chloe’s mouth opened as if to prove that for a coward, two seconds is just a moment, but for a warrior, two seconds is enough time to make a decision.
『We will take our time.』
『Destel, please call for support.』
An electric sound rang in Destel’s ears.
Soon after, Belnoir and Chloe disappeared from Destel’s sight. Only the booming and cooing sounds rang out in succession. Amid the strong noise, Destel pondered the electric sound that rang in his ears.
···Call for support?
Destel’s eyes slowly turned back.
There was nothing behind him, and the giant god and giant tree still paid no attention to Destel.
‘···If you take a detour there.’
Can we bring in reinforcements?
Wouldn’t this situation be able to be avoided by going around the Great Hollow and requesting support from Raniel on the other side or from superhumans entering from another direction?
…No matter what, it’s better than shaking like this.
Destel slowly stood up, unable to make the right decision and unsure of himself. The body, which was stiff and motionless when moving forward, moves very well when taking a step backward.
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Destel turned his back on the battlefield and took a step forward. He left the battlefield without looking back and walked towards requesting support. This is the moment when I took the second step with a thud, and the third step with a thud.
“······.”
Destel stopped.
Destel stopped and looked back. There is Belnoa, who narrowly avoids the attacks of a giant god and a giant tree. I could see Chloe’s spell embroidering the air.
‘···I’m going to take my time.’
···Belnoa’s evasion is clumsy.
The enemies press on Belnoa without even giving him time to recover from his injuries or catch his breath. Belnoa’s body had many scratches and sometimes he vomited blood.
‘I’m going to take my time…’
The same goes for Chloe’s attack.
Spells fired without proper preparation time do nothing but cause minor scratches to the gods. The only thing that can be done is to slightly twist the trajectory of the spreading roots.
···This will take some time, so please call reinforcements.
Destel does not know the true meaning of what Chloe said a moment ago. Because it was a word heard countless times on the battlefield. Numerous voices rang in Destel’s ears.
“We will take care of this place.”
“Take a step back and move on…”
“Go, Destel. I trust that you will return with reinforcements. “What, we are honorable…”
“Retreat…”
“I’m just wasting time…”
Those who said that are all dead.
Those who said those words must have been prepared to die when they said them. His eyes looked resigned or determined, convinced that he couldn’t survive.
···I have always ignored it.
···I ran away while ignoring him.
It’s not like Destel doesn’t really know what the phrase “taking time” means. He was a coward, not a fool.
‘We will make sacrifices here, so you survive. Survive, drink our blood and move on.’
Many, many people said that to Destel.
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Saying that, he bled to death.
And, at this moment, the juniors in front of me are also saying the same thing. Destel’s last bastion has fallen. My resolve not to drink my junior’s blood is crumbling.
What remains in the collapsed place are shabby humans.
He is a coward who ran away and ran away.
A sneer appeared on the coward’s lips. A coward ridicules himself. The coward who drinks the blood of those who shine brightly and survives their death loathes himself. He’s like this. He hates himself terribly.
It was like that that day too.
It was like that the day I became servile.
When she couldn’t make a choice, when she was only thinking about it for the few seconds she had, when she was hesitating, she made a choice. She said to herself:
“Run away, Destel.”
“We will take care of this place.”
1st Knight Commander Yorne.
She, a shining human being, said that and smiled. Even though she was prepared to die, she was there smiling as if to reassure herself.
“We’ll take our time.”
“Destel, please bring support.”
The same is true now.
His junior, a child younger than him, is telling him to run away. He says that with a bitter smile. As if it was really okay to do that.
‘They always made a choice.’
He always ran away without being able to make a choice.
‘Should I run away this time?’
The coward asked himself a question.
Are you going to do that again this time?
Should I leave the choice to you and survive? Are you going to survive like this again, surviving servilely and being criticized? Do you really want to live like that?
“···under.”
Destel let out a laugh.
Bingle.
Yeah, the f*cked cubs. I want to do that.
I want to live like that. I want to live. I want to live even though I am ridiculed and pointed at. Because I’m so scared of dying that I can’t stand it, because if I die, that’s the end. I, I, from the beginning, I…
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I didn’t want to become a hero.
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My dream was to be an actor. An actor who goes on stage and performs in front of many people. Sometimes I become a clown, sometimes I become a prince, sometimes I become a merchant, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes…
“f*ck, feet. Oh really. really···!”
I just wanted to live like that while acting.
What is a warrior? Is it that easy to risk your life? On earth, why on earth are they dying because of me? Why are you shedding blood to save me? Why are you leaving such a heavy burden on me?
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.
I don’t know. I don’t know anything.
I don’t know. I wanted to survive somehow, just survive, and achieve my dream someday…
“Aaaaaaaaa!”
Why am I running?
“Haha, hahahaha!”
Destel laughed. She laughed like a crazy person. She smiled and ran in front of her, not behind her. It looks like he is so scared that he has lost his mind. Running toward her colossi, Destel clutched her shroud on her shoulder.
“Bergère of imitation and amputation.”
A holy sword appeared in his hand.
The coward rushed towards the gods while holding the holy sword. He swung his sword at the giants who were not looking at him. The moment the blood splattered for a long time, the gods saw Destel.
Look at me, yes. Look at me.
Destel laughed. She smiled and put down her holy sword.
The heat in the eyes of the gods is still not felt. I waved my hand lightly, as if I was just cleaning up an annoying bug.
“Imitation, Immortal Tritan.”
Destel lowered his great shield.
However, the moment it made contact with God’s fist, Destel’s body floated in the air. A handful of blood came out of Destel’s mouth. Destel rolled on the floor and became covered in dirt.
“Ha, ha, haha…”
Laughing and drooling blood-stained saliva.
Destel slowly stood up. Coward monologues while clutching his trembling knee with one hand.
Drinking my junior’s blood.
I become servile again and run away and run away.
Surviving like that again.
Indeed, wouldn’t it be too ugly if it were ugly?
Don’t you feel like dying every time you think of those who shed their blood for you? How far do you plan on falling?
“ha···.”
Destel let out a long breath.
Awkward posture, unable to stand up or sit down. In that position, Destel raised his hand. He lowered his head and raised his hand in front of his forehead.
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He squeezed the raised hand.
Destel is still a coward. However, as he was terrified, De Stell chose to move on. He took a step forward. What Destel needs is not courage, pride, or determination.
‘Because that won’t be something you can borrow.’
What you are borrowing now is the power to achieve miracles.
“Imitation… No, please.”
At this moment, Destel is not acting.
“Don’t borrow it just once.”
Because I’m not acting anything.
Because I chose to be a coward and move forward without borrowing anyone’s strength. Because he wants to become a hero himself. Because I did not ignore myself, the coward who had walked the path so far…
So, finally.
“Galahal.”
The constellation of someone who had never responded before, engraved on the robe, twinkled. It is a constellation that once set. But the constellation shone more brilliantly than anything else. The constellation answers Destel’s call.
“The most heroic warrior, Galahal.”
Destel’s shroud was fluttering.
Light leaked from the grasping hand. With a torrent of light coming out, Destel opened her eyes that had been closed for some time.
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What was in his hand was the weapon he was holding.
A symbol that he did not let go of until the very end.
Destel stood up, clutching the star spear. By one’s own will. Destel stands up carrying fear.
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Starlight flooded in.
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Starlight floods.
The heads of the forgotten gods turned under the strong torrent of starlight. They look at humans who emit light. Even at this moment, I cannot ignore that person.
The intuition of the gods sounds an alarm.
With flashing eyes, the forgotten god thrust his fist at the shining human. I put her foot down. It wants to throw itself down and crush humans. We want to block that light.
However, there is no way it can be covered up like that.
Ssssssssssssssssssssssss!
A ray of light penetrated the gods’ arms, torsos, and feet and stuck somewhere. The light caught was next to Belnoa, who was cornered. It’s in front of Chloe.
“···ah?”
Chloe’s eyes opened wide.
What is stuck in front of her is a brilliantly shining spear. It is a star spear shining with starlight.
Flashing.
With a flash of light, someone stood right next to Seongchang.
The rising dust. Eventually, a warrior emerges through the cleared dust. He looked back.
“Reinforcements.”
Destel smiled awkwardly.
“I was summoned. “Somehow.”
He looked around, clutching his holy spear.
Surrounding him are numerous gods. Wriggling in front of me, blocking the path, is an ancient scourge. Although still afraid, Destel pulled out his holy spear.
“A weak, ungrateful person carries out his or her responsibilities even while trembling in fear.”
One day, he recalled the words of someone who sacrificed his life for him. Remembering the blood she shed for herself. As she remembered the choices she had made on her behalf.
“Isn’t it a wonderful story? At least I think so.”
Destel opened his mouth.
This time, I decided of my own will.
“let’s go.”
Destel pointed forward with his holy spear.
“Beyond.”
I won’t back down this time.
This time, I will become the hero they hope for.
‘At least once.’
I will try to become a warrior, not a servile coward.
I will try to achieve great feats so that I can think of this power given to me as a blessing rather than a curse. As he monologued, Destel looked beyond the things that blocked his path.
There stood the apostate.
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