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

Chapter 80

80 – Carlos pays for his sins

“Fa, Faust… why are you doing this all of a sudden Aren’t we supposed to be like this? That… what. Now, I heard that you killed Kwak Dong-soo… Didn’t that solve all the grudges?”

“Do you have any idea what I’ve been doing since then?”

“? that is… That… ”

King Carlos de Aurelia neglected to grasp the situation after 「Great Destruction」 and focused on securing his own power.

Even in the midst of suffering from the loss of a place to live, if there was someone he liked alone, it was Carlos.

Because Faust disappeared, the penance he went through in the stable naturally came to an end.

He forgot about Faust for a while as he ran about to become a political center on which the people who had lost their capital and wandered could rely.

I just heard the great sage say that he was sent to the Demon Continent by the wind.

He said, “If you do well, you might have already been killed by being slaughtered by the Four Heavenly Kings”, so I called for joy and that was it.

To him, the most important thing in the world was to return to the king.

After being appointed as the new king by the survivors, he was busy enjoying luxury like in the old days, leaving troublesome politics to the wise men, so there was no way to know what Faust was doing.

Carlos rolled his not-so-good head and made a guess.

“You… Since he is an intelligent person, he must have calmed down his dizzy mind while reading the book… ”

“It sucks.”

Faust snorted.

“I fully understand your anger, Faust. Bar, the thing that just hit me… I will forgive you. But, Faust, you must not kill me.”

“Why?”

“I am already the hope of the people and a respected king. If you kill me, the High Sage will not leave you alone. You must be afraid of only the great sage. Isn’t he the one who sealed you in the Demon Continent… ”

Carlos, unaware of the circumstances at the time, arbitrarily guessed that the great sage might have scolded Faust harshly based on the fact that he was the world’s greatest wizard.

Contrary to Carlos’ expectation that ‘if I mention the name of the great sage, even Faust will flinch’, Faust sighed and then snapped his fingers and sent a signal to Misha.

“Hey Misha.”

“Ah yes! I see what you mean, master! Misha, the owner’s girlfriend, can tell the master’s intentions just by looking at his expression!”

As Misha swung her staff, a branch sprouted from the Devil Tree.

The branch on which one person was dangling extended to the scene where Faust and Carlos were having a conversation.

“Uh heh… Ehehehe… ”

“Oh no, Minerva… ?”

The person tied to the tree laughing like an incompetent is the great sage Minerva Old Book.

These were the words of a great wizard who dedicates his mana, which he had trained for hundreds of years, to food for the tree.

“Uh heh… uhhh mom… I’m hungry… mom… ”

“Miner… bar… What the hell happened to you?”

“There is no use in talking. Minerva is dreaming happy dreams in exchange for her magic. Then, later on, you’ll suck up all your mana and die skinny like a mummy.”

Faust snapped his fingers again, causing Minerva to return to her place.

He glared at the king with cold, cold eyes like a reptile.

“Of course your death won’t be as sweet as Minerva’s… ”

“what? die? no look Were we not that bad?”

“Let’s hear why you think so. It’s obvious that I’m going to have a retard anyway.”

“I never cursed at you or hit you… ?”

“Keuk. Originally, you hate a sister-in-law who stops you more than a mother-in-law who beats you? Of course, it was Kwak Dong-soo who directly said shit. but what did you do? Didn’t the only bastard who had the power to keep the warriors in check rather protected Kwak Dong-soo and created an atmosphere where he could harass me? The people also agreed with him. The hero and the king all know me as a dick, but are the people different?”

“that’s… ”

“When I asked to stop Kwak Dong-soo, wasn’t it you who said to me, “Don’t blame others, do your best” and “Work at the stable as a way of self-reflection”? What did I say then? Didn’t you say that there might come a day when you’d regret doing this?”

“… … … … .”

“Do you remember what you said?”

“… … … … .”

“It was like, ‘A day like that doesn’t come, so clean up your horse manure.’”

Carlos was silent and sweated.

As Faust kindly retraced the contents of the conversation one by one, the king also recalled the memories of that day.

I never dreamed that a day like this would come. If I had known, I wouldn’t have.

Still, Carlos’ sech tongue is not dead yet.

He still couldn’t let go of the lingering desire to coax Faust out of the crisis.

“Large… I don’t remember very well then. Did something like that happen… ? Rather Faust. Aren’t you a warrior? As you know, there are terrifying devils in this world. If you kill us all, you will have to deal with the Demon King alone. Is that okay? The Demon King is strong enough to transcend your imagination.”

“uh. And it was pretty beyond imagination.”

“Yes. It’s so beautiful beyond imagination… uh?”

Carlos nodded involuntarily, then raised his head with a sense of incongruity and stared at Faust’s face.

“What did you just say, Faust?”

“It was very pretty. I saw it too, Demon King. Are you really there?”

“what? You saw the Demon King?”

Carlos blinked his eyes with a stupid expression.

“What are you so surprised about? You said you were in the Demon Continent. Then you can go to the devil’s castle. I saw the Demon King there.”

“ah… I did… me… ? Uh, how are you?”

“It was pretty. She was more like a goddess than a demon king.”

“… Mmm.”

Carlos’ face grows pale.

If it has a long tail, it will be stepped on, but he must have thought that he would be able to fool everyone without ever finding out about his scam. Well, anyone can dream. It’s your responsibility to feel dirty when you wake up from a futile dream.

I took one step at a time towards Carlos.

“I wondered if people knew that the demon king was so pretty that a fandom would arise.”

“ha ha ha… Even a joke. It is impossible to follow the devil. Faust… Everyone, don’t come closer.”

Carlos took an ugly step backwards and smacked his butt.

I get up quickly and start running away again, but there is no way I can shake off the dragon king.

“No no. Surprisingly, you must have quite a lot of followers. How many tens of millions of people believe in the goddess Irene? Aren’t they followers of the devil after all?”

“Damn it!!! Where did the secret leak out!!!”

Carlos, finally realizing what was going on, lost face and started running at full speed.

Any destination is fine.

We have to go to a place where Faust is gone and plan a strategy.

A perfect plan, a conspiracy that had gone undetected for a thousand years, was crumbling with a crackling sound.

“This is… This is a nightmare!!!! How could a chaff-like bastard from another world know the identity of the demon lord he kept hidden away!!!!!”

“Hey you trash bastard. If you’re a human, shouldn’t you say at least one word, “I was wrong?”

With a single flap of my wings, I overtook Carlos and blocked the road.

The frightened man’s face was very spectacle.

“Go away!!! I am the king!! I am the king!!!! Uh, that’s the name, don’t come after me!!”

“Did this bastard turn?”

I have no intention of playing hide and seek with Carlos.

So, it turned around again, grabbed the king by the nape of his neck as he tried to escape, turned it around in the air, and crashed it into the ground.

“aaa!!! Ah ah ah ah ah!!!! stop stop it!!!!”

“Stop it, stop it, you idiot, I haven’t even started yet.”

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Just like Irene suffered a thousand years ago, I pressed the guy’s head with the sole of my foot.

However, unlike Carlos, I am not a human but a Dragon King, so the damage will be very different.

“Kwuck! oops! Big!!”

Carlos, who had been hit in the back of the head by mistake, had his eyeballs popping out, giving him a gothic face.

“stop! stop please! I-I’m going to die… I don’t want to die… Sigh… Sigh… I don’t want to die please… ”

The dignity of the king could not be found in Carlos, who begged for his life while shedding tears and runny nose.

He was thinking that it didn’t matter if he could live as a beggar on the side of the road, as long as he could survive.

If only you could survive.

“You lived well, eating well and living well for a thousand years, so it would be a pity to die. huh? You son of a bitch.”

“Now, you must have really figured it out… Heo-eok… Heo-eok… this, this… Oh shit, baaal!!!!”

Carlos cried out in agony and fell to the ground, striking his fist.

“Fuck!! How did know!! aaa!! My Millennial Kingdom… no. I can’t die like this… Faust! i won’t die!! I!!”

“Shut up your snout!”

He kicked him in the throat with a low kick, and Carlos’ nose and neck bones were broken at the same time.

In particular, his neck was completely bent at a right angle, resulting in an injury that would not be surprising if he died instantly.

“Ew… come and go… Every time I cry… ”

“What is this idiot.”

“Furniture… Gugagig… ”

“This, fuck, Rom, what, are you saying?”

With each syllable I slammed my fist into Carlos’ face.

The King’s Forgiveness… No, his face got worse and worse.

Now, only two molar teeth were left, and the nasal bone was bent into a hooked nose, and the nosebleeds were blocking the nostrils, so it was difficult to breathe.

“Go go go go go go go go”

“The years have been good, haven’t they? Didn’t you know that this day would come? Did you think that a crazy bastard who turned Sister Ji into a demon and made a good living alone could die gracefully?”

“Aggh… ”

Tears flowed from Carlos’ eyes. These are not tears of regret or self-reproach.

Carlos’s tears contained the same ingredient that makes a crocodile’s eyes moist.

Crocodiles also produce tears in the process of replenishing moisture in their mouths in order to swallow their prey better.

In other words, tears are only for oneself, not because the prey is pitiful or sorry for the prey.

The same goes for Carlos’s tears.

There was no room for sympathy in the pretense, hypocrisy, and tears of self-pretension.

“Yo, be patient… ”

All I could do for Carlos, who had finally completed a sentence that he could barely understand with his toothless mouth, was to grab a handful of hair and pull it.

“aaagh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!!!”

“Just take it sweetly.”

In the era of strict hair regulation, it was difficult for long-haired students to escape the punishment of “highway” in Korean schools.

Teachers used to make highways by shaving students’ hair with hairpins.

“Uhhhhh! Ahhhhh!! Rule… Jaebyeon Kyuman… !!”

“It’s not up to you to decide whether to stop or not. If you hit, you’ll be hit, if you kill, you’ll die. Got it?”

I realized it with my bare hands without a barricade this time.

The hair was forcibly pulled out of the pores like weeds, like peeling off wallpaper.

“Ahhhhh… Ahhhhh… .!!”

Carlos screamed loudly like a mandragora with a broken face.

“I’m sorry Lee Jae… I’m sorry… Gyuman… Kyuman please… ”

“Stop what? Because it’s starting now Don’t pity the non-human bastard.”