I Quit the Hero’s Party Chapter 507

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“Anyway, what happened?”

At the end of the battle to subdue the madman, while the subjugation team was busy with the aftermath, Destel sat down next to Belnoa.

“It’s a bit of a sorry story, though.”

Destel let out a long breath.

“When I saw you transformed into a black dragon, I was half-resigned and thought that I would come back. You also told me that I couldn’t come back if I got there.”

It would have been my role to make sure it didn’t go that far, so I felt sorry. Destel muttered and lowered his head. Belnoir quietly shook his head.

“It was a variable that no one expected.”

And, said Belnoa.

“This was also an unexpected variable.”

He turned his gaze back.

Behind Belnoa were the collapsed remains of the black dragon. Belnoa smiled bitterly as he looked at the remains.

“Did you ask what happened?”

Destel nodded.

Belnoa looked at the remains of the black dragon and answered briefly.

“I got help.”

I got help.

“To my distant senior.”

“If you are a senior…”

“He is called the Black Storm. He is also the subcontractor of the Shadow Dragon Lord.”

Destel’s eyes narrowed.

Until recently, there was only one entity, the Black Storm, to which that nickname referred. Black Storm, Black Dragon Belial. Destel stroked his chin, recalling the disaster that Kyle suffered when he was on active duty.

“If you think about it.”

He spread out his four fingers.

“Gletus, the apostate, was the first saint.”

one.

“Ghanicalt van Galatric, the sword of death, was the first warrior.”

two.

“Sukebal… No, I don’t know. What was he? Do you know anything?”

“I don’t know. But seeing as how close it is to divine status, it must have been something great in the past.”

Anyway, three.

Destel folded his three fingers and continued speaking while lifting his remaining finger.

“Of the four plagues, everyone except Skebal has their own story, so the black dragon Belial must have been something great in the past. What kind of person is he?”

What kind of person is Belial?

Belnoa answered that question without hesitation.

“You were a hero.”

Until the very end.

Belnoa thought about the conversation he had with Belial.

Skebal’s resistance was stronger than expected.

There was a world of difference between victory and defeat, so in order to achieve victory, one had to risk one’s life. The flames that the black dragon spewed out to settle the battle did not only melt Skebal. The flames also burned the black dragon’s body.

Fallen scales, torn wings.

Unable to protect itself from the heat any longer, the black dragon burned up in its own flames. Even though it burned down, the black dragon did not stop spitting out fire. To achieve victory.

Hwareuk.

When Skebal completely melted, only then did the black dragon stop its flames. But by then it was already too late. The black dragon, whose entire body had melted away, was also falling to death.

The reaction of Overcome.

Overloaded dragon body.

The black dragon’s body crumbled due to the sudden blow. Belnoa felt that the shadow space in which he existed was slowly burning. The moment this place is completely engulfed in flames, that will be the end of everything.

“······.”

It was an ending I had already expected.

That’s why Belnoa laughed. It was not the laugh of a resigned person. It was the smile of a warrior who risked his life to achieve victory.

“You win.”

It was a battlefield with heavy losses, but victory was achieved. Skebal was dead, and the sign of the madman that had been felt from afar had disappeared.

“I guess it wasn’t in vain.”

His sacrifice was not in vain.

Belnoir was satisfied with that fact. Chloe survived, and humanity achieved victory that day. This was a feat worth pondering on the way to the afterlife. I don’t know if there is such a thing as an afterlife.

“Thank you, senior.”

Belnoa bowed his head to Belial who was standing next to him.

“Thanks to you, I was able to win.”

“What? It’s a victory you achieved with your own hands.”

Belial let out a cheerful laugh as always and tapped Belnoa on the shoulder. Her gaze wavered every time her shoulder was tapped.

“Cardi was really good at picking a successor. He’s a guy with a keen eye for vision.”

“It’s an honor for you to say that.”

Belnoa let out a long breath.

“then···.”

Belnoir shifted his gaze.

There was a fire rushing here. Belnoa smiled bitterly, pointing at the flames.

“I will go.”

Rather than face death trembling in fear from the rushing flames, I would rather face death on my own feet. This is the moment when Belle Noah takes her steps toward the fire.

Shut up.

Belial grabbed the back of Belnoa’s neck.

“You’re headed in the wrong direction, you brat.”

“···yes?”

“Isn’t that the way you should go?”

Belial burst out laughing.

“I’m telling you to have a broader perspective and look around. However, it’s a bit harsh.”

Opposite of the direction Belnoa was going.

Belial pointed to that place. There, I saw Chloe running towards this place. Panting and staggering, she ran towards the black dragon.

“······.”

Belnoa was silent.

In the end, I couldn’t keep my promise to her. The only ending given to her is her death. As Belnoa was looking at Chloe running towards him with mixed eyes, Belial’s voice rang out.

“You said you were grateful to me, but maybe it’s me who should be grateful, not you.”

“···yes?”

Belial said.

“Thank you. To you. Thank you, to your colleagues over there. Thank you, thank you again. To the person behind the contract who would have headed to the other side of the continent, and to the hero who finished me off.”

He let out a faint laugh.

It wasn’t the same cheerful laughter as always.

“I would like to thank you for finally completing the task that should have been completed in our time, but was passed on to descendants. I owe you a lot.”

A hero who lived in ancient times spoke.

“What’s more, you didn’t stop at just finishing it.”

Belial, who had seen the world through Belnoa’s eyes, smiled bitterly. Raniel van Trias, after the contract. Belial knew very well what she had done.

“For us, a disaster that cannot be trampled upon, you provided the best ending. Gleria, I saw the stage you had prepared for him. I saw your plan.”

He smiled.

“At the last moment, Gleria must have been satisfied. She would have been able to reunite with Cardi.”

Both Gleria and Cardi would have been saved.

And although he wasn’t sure, Belial guessed that Ganicalt would also meet a satisfactory ending in his own way.

“It must have been difficult.”

Belial knew that the whole thing was very difficult. Since it was a dream that could not be realized, I knew very well that they would have given up and resigned themselves. Therefore, Belial was just grateful to everyone who helped him dream again of the dream he had given up on.

“Thank you for being considerate of my comrades. Thank you for continuing my will, Belnoa.”

The ancient hero bowed his head to the present hero. Belial burst into laughter at Belnoa’s helpless reaction.

“Do you feel burdened by being greeted by your senior?”

“Yes, a little…”

“I just bowed to something that required me to bow. And, I have no intention of showing off this favor with a greeting.”

Before Belnoa could ask what that meant, Belial let out a long breath.

“Goddess, are you listening to me?”

【I am listening.】

“Then you know what I’m trying to do.”

【Unfortunately, that’s right.】

Belnoir blinked.

Belial slapped Belnoa on the back and pushed him in the opposite direction. Not in the direction the fire was coming from… but in the direction Chloe was running towards.

“···Belial?”

Belnoa looked at Velia.

Belial shrugged his shoulders.

“Don’t you have a place to return to? Go there. Try to get there ahead of your seniors.”

“What is that…”

“It’s been fun, Belnoa.”

Belial grinned.

“The genealogy of magic you have accumulated, it may be a waste, but leave it here. When you leave here, try to build it again from the beginning with your own strength. The goddess will also help you a lot.”

Before he knew it, he was holding a scale in his hand.

What he offers in return is a fragment of his soul contained in the Holy Grail… and the lineage of magic that has been passed down to Belnoa and has been cultivated by Belnoa.

Genealogy of Shadow Dragon’s Sorcery.

Belial’s will is contained there. It was full of devices he had prepared for his successor. The moment they connected with Belial’s soul contained in the Holy Grail, the arrangements he had made began to shine.

【I never thought something like this would be left behind. Anyway, he has a good head.】

The goddess, realizing Belial’s intentions, smiled bitterly.

【Are you asking me to lose you twice?】

“Strictly speaking, not twice, goddess.”

Belial said jokingly.

“I am now sending the remaining pieces that were not sent to the goddess that day.”

【You speak well.】

The goddess looked at Belial with mixed eyes.

She knows too. She realized that what was in front of her was not Belial, but only a fragment of Belial. But she also knows that she is a goddess.

That soul contained in the genealogy of witchcraft, who saw the same things and went on the same journey as Belnoa… is not just a fragment, but another soul body.

In a way, it is Belial’s second life. What was contained in the genealogy of witchcraft may have been a fragment of the soul, but as the witchcraft grew, the fragment germinated from a seed and became a tree.

Therefore, Providence recognized this as the soul of ‘one person’.

【you···.】

And, Belial was saying that he would even give up his second life for others. Belial must have noticed the mixed gaze of the goddess looking at him, and added to her words.

“This is a fragment prepared for this from the beginning. So please don’t say too much.”

【Belial.】

“I’m listening.”

【I will not forget you. Forever.】

Belial chuckled.

Finally, Belial bowed respectfully to the goddess and walked forward. What he offered was the genealogy of witchcraft and his own soul. Belial gestured backwards as he walked towards the approaching flames.

The wind that blew passed by Belnoa.

Belnoa looked back to where the wind was heading. With the wind, the shadows cleared and a path was created. This was the way out of here. This is the road Chloe is running on, and it is the opposite road to the road Belnoa was going to take.

“Go, Belnoa.”

Belnoa looked back.

There was Belial, walking along the path he had originally intended to take. He looked back and smiled.

“It would be nice if you could say thank you to the person behind the contract, a friend named Raniel. Oh, it would be nice if you could also say hello to Cardi. I think that will do.”

Belnoa was silent.

Belnoa was about to say something, but soon realized that his words were useless and asked another question.

“Is there anything else you can ask of me?”

“I can’t think of anything in particular, but… ah, maybe there is one. Because I have a wish that hasn’t come true.”

What is it?

Belial answered Belnoa who asked that question.

“I would like you to open an orphanage. A very large one.”

“You mean the orphanage?”

“Yes. Because we will need a place to take care of children who have lost their parents. The name of the orphanage would be… Katran, and Karlian would be good.”

“Does the name mean anything else?”

“Yes.”

Belial looked into the distance with eyes filled with memories.

“It’s the name of my son and wife.”

The names of those who could not be protected.

Belial laughed, recalling the past when he swore in front of them. Because it seemed like I could go to their side only after a thousand years had passed.

“Go quickly. I’m desperately looking for you.”

I could hear Chloe’s voice.

Belial waved his hand and turned his head.

Turning his back on Belnoa, he walked towards the fire. Looking at the back, Belle Noah bowed his head with utmost respect.

Then, Belnoa turned around and headed in the opposite direction from Belial.

“···You are a great person.”

After hearing the general situation, Destel let out a long sigh. Destel smiled bitterly as he thought about whether he should at least make a separate memorial stone when he returns to the royal capital.

“I’m glad you came back alive.”

I didn’t have the courage to look at Chloe.

While muttering that, Destel glanced in the direction where Chloe was standing. As she was cleaning up after the subjugation, she kept glancing in this direction.

“Anyway, Belnoa.”

Destel tapped Belnoa’s shoulder.

“Have you finally decided to date?”

“······.”

“I was wondering when we were going to date.”

“yet···.”

“What else are you waiting for? If you leave out any more, everyone who sees you will burst out laughing. It’s been a few years since you were rumored to be dating among the knights.”

Belnoir shifted his gaze slightly.

The moment my eyes met Chloe, who was glancing in this direction, Chloe suddenly turned her head. As he was looking at Chloe, whose ears were bright red, the goddess whispered in Bellenoir’s ear.

[That kid is pretty good too. I never imagined that I would get ripped off so hotly, but it’s pretty good.]

‘Goddess, please stop…’

The goddess whistled.

[Did you like it? How did you feel? Please tell me in detail. There is nothing that excites this goddess more than the love story of a young man, so the contractor should hurry up and offer me a sweet story.]

Belnoa closed his eyes tightly. The subjugation war was over, but now I felt like I had to fight another war.

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“I finally found it.”

Ayla stopped deep in the tower at the end.

The place where she stopped with the punitive force was in front of the throne. There was a corpse lying on the throne, with only the upper body remaining.

Ayla knew whose body it was.

Arcadia’s first and last queen, Acriel Clen Arcadia. The body of the Queen, who became the mother of the Demon King, was there. An empty vessel, a corpse probably used by a madman to lure the demon lord.

Sarah.

Ayla stretched out her hand toward the corpse.

The rising starlight enveloped the corpse. The blooming starlight began to crumble the corpse. The starlight bloomed gently, as if mourning its long-time owner.

Passyuk.

The remains of the corpse were filled with only platinum-colored flower petals. The queen’s body was liberated. All that remains of her is her queen’s soul. Her soul was located at the end of the continent, located directly opposite to this place.

『There will be a device in the tower at the end where the madman summoned the devil. I don’t know what it is, but if I destroy it, it will also affect the Demon King’s movements.』

『That will be a signal.』

『If there is a change in the Demon King’s movements, I will judge that you have succeeded. And, it will put an end to this long war.』

By freeing the queen’s body, Ayla sent a signal. Thinking of Raniel at the end of the continent, Ayla let out a long, very long breath.

“Please do me a favor, warrior.”

Their stage came to an end.

Now, it was time to fulfill humanity’s long-held wish.

To subdue the Demon King, the master of ten thousand demons.

fantasy,