I’m a Hero, but I Gave Up Saving the World

71 – plural has many forms of plural

“I want to fight for humanity”

It was his habit.

Arms were originally bent inward, and it was natural for humans to love humans and reject demons, but for Beatrice, that was very severe.

Maybe it’s because I went to a monastery before I even grew up and learned everything from the scriptures, isolated from the real world?

The guy’s view of the world and human beings walked in a flower field far from reality.

“We humans, the descendants of Goddess Irene, are innocent and pure lambs. He’s too soft-hearted to fight against the evil demons. That’s why we use a proxy called the warrior party to fight.”

The guy sincerely believed in the dream-like sounds he had learned at the monastery.

“You know what, Faust? In the beginning, there was a god of light and a god of darkness in the universe, and it is said that humans and demons were each created in their own image. That’s why mankind is good, and the demon king’s army is evil.”

It was just a creation myth in the sense that only they, who are everywhere, are justice.

But Beatrice seemed to believe the story quite seriously.

“We, the descendants of the god of light, defeat evil… That is the mission given to us.”

“Isn’t it heartbreaking to think of innocent and simple people like children?”

“Unlike the demons, humans are always nice and kind. You can tell just by looking at the attitude of the people you meet every day. Everyone is humble and considerate.”

That’s because you’re a saint.

— I wanted to tell you.

There are many villains among humans. Conversely, demons are certainly more aggressive than humans, but there are plenty of good-hearted guys.

From the point of view of the demons, humans would rather be the villains who harass them.

This guy has only learned history written from a human point of view.

Moreover, Beatrice lacked awareness of how much privilege she was being protected.

Although the profession of a saintess does not have real power like that of a king, her popularity and social influence are comparable to that of the pope.

No, rather than the old-fashioned pope, the approval rating among the people may be higher.

Since he is in such a prominent position, it is only natural that he cringe at each person he meets.

I don’t know if you can call it “good”… After all, everyone is quiet in front of the strong.

—Simply put, the old Beatrice was like a child who sincerely believed in Santa Claus.

I’m sure it’s a little too naive and lacks a sense of reality, but whatever… I figured it wouldn’t be a big problem.

As long as this guy is a saint… It might be the correct answer to live while recognizing humans as absolute good and demons as absolute evil.

So,

I didn’t give any particular advice to Beatrice, who sincerely uttered words such as “I want to dedicate my body to good humanity.”

However, I never thought I would witness the moment when those innocent eyes burned with hatred and vengeance.

“I want to kill fucked cubs. worm babies. Garbage that is really good even if you chew it to death… ! Are you just staring at something good? They don’t even lift a finger and fuck… Hey!! What the fuck are you looking at!!”

Beatrice has not yet been able to escape and is arguing like a bully against the common people roaming around.

I had been intending to complete my own revenge by slitting Beatrice’s head until just now.

However, I felt that it was a bit interesting to see Beatrice, whose personality has changed wildly after going through hardships.

“What the fuck are you looking at? Don’t you think I’m your spectacle? If I die, then it’s your turn, fuck.”

The people who got into a fight with Beatrice looked pitiful and cried, “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Why are you like that? Fuck pretending to be nice again Do you pretend to be a fucking good citizen only at times like this? Fuck. You’re the asshole who sexually harassed me to take off my pants when I was in prison. Did you think I would forget? Fuck. ”

Each and every one of the people here was a bitter enemy to Beatrice.

There was no honest person who had never visited Beatrice, who was imprisoned in the dungeon.

Because she was everyone’s punching bag to relieve stress.

The saintess, who had been abused while taking turns, did not skip a single thing about what had happened to her and kept it in her heart.

“The fucking faces are fucking disgusting. why? Do you like it because I’m finally dead? You guys said I was on the same side as Faust, right? You fuckers calling me a demon. I’m about to die from Faust, so will you apologize to me? Would you like to apologize by saying “I’m sorry for misunderstanding”? no i won’t You never apologize.”

The people listened dissatisfied to the words the saintess poured out.

It was as if they didn’t know why they had to listen to this resentment.

“You know what? Fuck you guys are always not your fault. A million people get together and throw a stone at each person, right? Then the person who gets hit is hit a million times, but no one gets hit a million times. Everyone thinks their sins are light, scumbags. That’s why the public is always mistaken that they are righteous. Kaaa!!”

Wow… Now I even spit out phlegm.

That noble saintess. Is this really the Beatrice I know?

“What I really hate is not the great sage or the king who sentenced me to be burned at the stake. you guys! Ordinary people pretending to be good, to be lambs, to be worthy of salvation. The bastards are disgusting. I’m going to die from now on, but at least I apologized. I will die with that pride. You bastards!”

“Honestly, after being abandoned by Faust, I wondered if I had the qualifications to become a saint? But damn, looking at you guys, I still think I’m better than you guys. So, I must have become a saint. Fucking things.”

“Watch me die. After me, you will die the same way. hahahahaha!!!! I’ll go to hell first and wait! See you again in Hell! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!”

What kind of power does this mean when everyone is dying?

Even I have numbness in my hamstrings, but the people are shocked.

“Humans must die! disgusting things! You guys need a cleanup, you scum! You don’t deserve to be alive! Things less than cockroaches!!!”

Beatrice was completely enraged and cursed.

The people hugged each other and trembled pretending to be good victims.

When one of them shouts, “Tell us what we did wrong,” one after another, cries of “The red and white shirts are also oily” and “Why are you blaming us when you did something wrong?”

Well… It’s nothing new now, but of course, I never reflect.

To be honest, if you watch the scene where I beat Beatrice to death, you can’t help but know that it was a misunderstanding that they accused the saint woman of conspiring with demons.

“under… ha ha ha… Ha ha ha ha ha!”

Beatrice made eye contact with me, pointing at the people with her finger as if to look at them.

“Fa, Faust… Real humans are trash. me, that… For those bastards… My, I want to wash my brain to say that I tried to sacrifice myself.”

“That heart, I understand.”

“Kickiki kick… those bastards.”

Suddenly Beatrice grabbed her navel.

“? What’s funny?”

“If you kill me, then it’s their turn, but it’s so funny that they don’t know that and they’re fucking like that.”

“I know.”

“Yes… Now that I am in your position, I can predict your way of thinking and behavior patterns.”

Beatrice gave a sullen eye smile.

It was probably an eye smile meaning that even if he died here, those humans would come soon, so it didn’t matter.

So much has changed. This is not the old Beatrice.

If things have changed this far, maybe we can talk a little bit now.

I pressed my face closer and whispered while gently stroking Beatrice’s ear lobe.

“Hey Beatrice. You have become similar to the old me. Do you understand my feelings now?”

“Yes… I know for sure. I understand 100 percent why and how upset you are. So even if I die to you, I have no regrets.”

A resolute expression, as if he had been determined for a long time.

I hit Beatrice on the side with my fist without much meaning.

“town!!”

Admirably, Beatrice endured it without groaning.

It was like a child trying to show remorse to his parents.

“Then let’s ask you, Beatrice. What do you think it would be like if all the trash talkin’ over there apologized to you afterwards?”

Beatrice put her chin on her chin and thought seriously before answering.

“… I think it will be disgusting.”

“Is not it? Then how can I forgive him?”

“Forgiveness… i don’t think i can Oh, and I won’t be able to forgive you either.”

He stuck out his tongue and smiled dejectedly, looking lonely.

I left the wounded saintess alone for a while and took a short walk to organize my thoughts.

The expressions of people who pretended to be pitiful as if they were innocent passed by like a panorama, and Misha often followed me.

Anyway, he is a guy who follows me like a puppy without much meaning.

Well, that’s kind of cute though.

In the aftermath of the battle, almost all the buildings on the ground have collapsed, and the new capital, which has regained some prosperity, is now in ruins.

destruction and murder.

There was no doubt that this was the revenge I had longed for.

But I think there are many forms of revenge.

Buddhism says there are eight hells.

If killing and ending was the best revenge, there would be no need to divide the types of hell.

I felt that a punishment more fitting than death would await the saintess who innocently believed in humanity and was cruelly betrayed.

“master… ? What are you thinking right now?”

“They say that dragons are like beasts without intelligence, except for royalty.”

“?”

The beast-type dragon that Misha rode came out of the sky and was flapping its wings.

The reason why the people couldn’t escape was because they didn’t have the confidence to shake off that dragon.

“However, dragons are not beasts. It is an outright demon.”

“… that’s it… Yes?”

I raised my hand and leaped into the sky, slicing the beast-type dragon’s neck and extracting its spinal fluid. The dragon without intelligence quietly gave up its life and crashed to the ground.

“Lord, Master, please… ”

“Be still, Misha. I will explain everything later.”

“… … … .”

I walk past Misha with a disapproving expression and walk towards Beatrice.

The saintess, who had been beaten so many times that even the outline of her face had changed, tilted her head.

I said, holding the spinal fluid to her mouth.

“Beatrice. Would you like to eat this, become a demon, and slaughter humans at random? However, since it is the spinal fluid of a beast-type dragon, we cannot guarantee how you will change after becoming a demon. It might lose its self and become a killing machine that only works to kill humans at my command. Think about it carefully and decide whether it will be okay.”

“Yes. I will become a demon. Let me eat.”

—As if there was no need for time to think, the saintess raised her hand and answered immediately.