I Quit the Hero’s Party Chapter 466

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Humans are foolish and pitiful creatures.

Human life is likely to become unhappy because of thinking, trying to achieve something with a poor body, and being buried in dreams that cannot be achieved.

“I have to find it.”

Human beings feel helpless as they pursue dreams that cannot be achieved with their own bodies and in their short lives. He blames himself because he feels helpless. Because people blame themselves, their lives fall into misery.

“I must find it.”

Because humans are like that.

Even though I know that life has no meaning, even though I know that unfinished and worthless lives are widespread and common, and even though I know that most lives end like that.

“Answer.”

Because humans are beings who want their own lives to be complete. Because they are foolish beings who want to become a work of art, they long for a dream that cannot be achieved.

“Finding the answer…”

There is one foolish person here.

There is no martial talent in him. He has no magical talent. He doesn’t even have a mind so extraordinary that he can be called a genius. He is not a natural politician, much less an eloquent speaker. He is just a human being who is better at observing and recording than others.

“I must complete the mission the queen has entrusted to me.”

Rugran Clen Cartedia.

Or, Rugran Clen Arcadia.

“Before my life ends.”

He hoped and hoped.

Hope your life has some meaning.

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Research was conducted over a long period of time.

My back was bent. My hair was pure white.

The grandchild was already approaching adulthood. Youth had long since left me, and death was coming to take its place. Under the approaching death, I became impatient. It became urgent.

I was filled with the thought that something should come to fruition, so perhaps it was only natural.

There was nothing special about me like the queen I served. She said that unlike him, for me I only have one life. There was something I had to prove with that one life. There was an answer that needed to be passed on to future generations.

‘How to kill the first madman.’

The answer the Queen was never able to find.

To find the answer, I let go of political affairs. gave up governing. I handed over all the work I had to do as the king and devoted myself to research. In the early days of the founding of the nation, I was called a wise king, but people used to say that I was now possessed by a ghost.

It just seems that way. As you get older, you should become wiser and more relaxed… but I’m heading in the opposite direction. But it didn’t matter what they said.

I had work to do.

Every day, I studied the special characteristics of Stella and Watcher with my granddaughter. She explored the true value of this talent based on a quote left by the Queen. As a result of repeated research, clues began to emerge.

Watcher reads the context of stars.

The moment you see it, you understand it and grasp its essence. It doesn’t matter what the target is. It ‘understands’ all the information in an instant, as long as the owner’s brain can tolerate it.

Stella is like a ruler.

All currents just bow before the child loved by the stars. She dominates, oppresses, and manipulates as she pleases.

Although the queen mastered both talents, she was unable to eradicate the madman. This was because she could not understand its true nature. This was because there was no way to erase the madman’s immortality, which would continue to bring him back to life.

‘But then why?’

Why, I ask the question.

‘Why did you keep the queen alive even though you knew she would be a threat?’

I took notice.

Why did the madman spare the queen? She somehow kept the queen alive, the only thing that could harm her. It was difficult to view it as simple entertainment. Because a madman was a thoroughgoing being.

…In the first place, what is the purpose of a madman?

The madman gave birth to the master of ten thousand horses.

A false god was brought into this land.

The purpose of the false god is to make the stars fall from the sky. What you can get by dropping a star…

I looked through history books.

We dug up so-called banned books.

I collected old books owned by elves and banned books found in forgotten cities in all kinds of ways. I collected it and read it voraciously. As a result, I came close to the madman’s goal.

“iced coffee···.”

Realized. To her madwoman, the Queen was both a danger and a vital necessity to her own plans. Stella and Watcher were pawns.

The beginning is just a small chess piece.

However, the chess pieces can be anything.

Once it reaches the end of the chessboard, a pawn can be promoted to whatever it wants. Bishop, rook, knight… However, in most games, the pawn is the most powerful horse and protects the king.

Queen.

The end of the chessboard, the end of the world.

There, the madman had a plan to promote the chess piece to be his queen. And there was already a precedent close to me. My queen was an example.

The owner of ten thousand demons, the Demon King.

The madman tried to achieve his goal by using my queen, who had turned into that being. However, that goal was thwarted by my close friends, including Ganikalt. So, will the madman give up his purpose there?

“That can’t be possible.”

Just as I am obsessed with my purpose, a madman also lives a life obsessed with his purpose. For as long as hundreds of years. There was no way I could just give up like this. Even more so now that we have already seen the possibility of its realization.

I realized the madman’s purpose.

The moment I realized the purpose, the research accelerated.

We are close to finding a way to kill the madman and find his true body. I even realized how to take advantage of the madman’s purpose. This is one day when we are so close to the answer.

“I saw a shadow.”

My granddaughter Ai, who is about to have her coming of age ceremony, said.

Shaking with fear, the child appealed to me.

“Shadow, shadow, shadow…”

Also in Cartedia.

Poison has seeped into my kingdom as well.

“Ah ah ah ah ah···.”

The granddaughter’s eyes rolled over.

The child vomited black blood and died. Something dawned on her dying granddaughter. It was a scale. The contract the Queen made with the stars.

Sloshing.

A shadow leaked from the body of the fallen granddaughter. The shadow that leaked out grabbed the scale floating in the sky. By interfering with the platinum-colored scales, I dug into the loopholes in the contract.

Squeak, squeak.

The contract was twisted.

The starlight that my granddaughter held was split into two. The talents of Stella and Watcher were separated. Among the separated talents, the starlight that resembled the pupil crumbled and disappeared somewhere. The contract was distorted.

···On the verge of achieving my goal, everything I had built collapsed in an instant. So simple.

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The shadow on the granddaughter’s body burst into laughter. Her granddaughter’s chin lifted, her body shaking, and she let out an odd laugh. The laughter started in the laboratory and echoed through the hallways and into the palace.

Knock, knock.

The moment the laughter stopped, many people flocked to the lab. My son, who was in charge of political affairs on my behalf, was also there. The moment I saw my granddaughter, who was vomiting black blood and facing death, my son’s eyes turned to me.

“What did you do?”

My son glared at me.

“What have you done?”

I explained everything, but no one listened to me. To them, I was already a half-crazy old man, and they thought that being crazy about research had ruined their granddaughter.

···I can no longer stay in the royal castle.

He left the royal castle and left his will.

Poison resides deep within the royal family. If the poison is not removed, Cartedia cannot become an empire. After leaving my last words, I quietly left the royal castle.

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The place I arrived with not much left in my life was where my home country was located. The place had already become a devil’s land, and people could no longer approach it. Without being able to enter Arcadia, I wandered around the area.

A small town near Arcadia.

In a corner of the village that was no longer inhabited, I began what would become my last record. Opening the handbook that the Queen had given me, I inked the quill pen.

“I failed.”

The end of the memoir. One last remaining piece.

Written there along with the research results was a letter left by Rugran Clen Arcadia to future generations.

『I failed.

More accurately, we failed.

The Queen trusted us and entrusted us, but we all failed. Abaddon, Tristan, Archelm, Ganicalt, Gleria, Belial, they all failed.

Arcadia was destroyed.

Hundreds of years of work that the Queen had built has collapsed.

It is said that Cartedia was established following the will of Arcadia, but now no one remembers Arcadia. My homeland has been forgotten by everyone. That’s why we failed. We have failed so miserably that we have no face to look at Her Majesty the Queen, but we are also embarrassed to say that we were there for those of future generations who had to shoulder the burden…

Nevertheless, I dare to speak.

There was a country called Arcadia. There was a queen who tried to stop the plans of a secret madman in human history. There, there were heroes who wished to follow the will of her queen and become a beacon of light themselves. There were people who remained loyal to the queen until the end.

Even though they ultimately failed.

I hope their lives are not meaningless.

That’s why I gave my life. Although it is insignificant and pitiful compared to them, I found the answer in my own way. I will write down the answer I found here.

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···I have no way of knowing whether you, who are reading this, are my descendants who inherited the name of Cartedia, a hero enjoying that era, or something else, but I can only hope.

I hope my struggles were worth it.

I hope our failure had meaning.』

Raniel narrowed his eyes.

The answer found by one human being was credible. It was persuasive. Raniel, who caught a glimpse of the human’s persistence, let out a long breath.

“There’s a chance. No, it’s high.”

In a way that even she could not have imagined.

No, it’s not that he couldn’t imagine it; rather, Raniel never approached this problem in this way in the first place. He was honestly amazing. The answer was incredibly sophisticated for a person who was ignorant of magic. One criminal (凡人) proved the possibility with his life.

“It’s amazing.”

Raniel clicked his tongue inwardly.

“I never thought it would be possible to pinpoint the location of a madman’s true body in this way.”

Ayla laughed bitterly.

Smiling bitterly, she glanced at the memoir.

“The very last page. Would you like to open the gap there?”

“···Are you talking about here?”

Raniel looked closely at the last page of the memoir.

When I looked closely, there was a gap between the cover of the journal and the last page. A gap that has already been opened once. When he put his fingernail into the gap and carefully unfolded it, he saw someone’s name written there.

『Acriel Clen Arcadia.』

『To my dear queen.』

The name was written in the queen’s handwriting.

What was written under the name was Rugran’s handwriting.

“I guess that’s the queen’s real name.”

“I think so.”

His name changed several times in his long, long life, but that name must have been at the root.

“The Queen seemed to have guessed that this would be her last life, and that was the last name she used.”

Ayla said.

“So the name of the last queen of Arcadia is Acriel Clen Arcadia. The name of the first queen is also Acriel Clen Arcadia.”

Because there was no queen before her.

Looking at the name of the queen who shared the prosperity and fall of Arcadia, Raniel let out a long, very long sigh.

‘···Cardi was someone worth respecting.’

Except for his colleagues, Cardi rarely overestimates others. He did not spare any respect for the queen whom he served until the end. There must have been a good reason, Raniel thought to himself.

“so.”

Raniel clicked and closed the notebook.

“Now let’s talk about what happens next.”

I saw stories related to the past.

I saw the present continuing from the past.

The next place to look was the future.

“About the subjugation of madmen.”

fantasy,