Only the Party Members Returned, Not the Hero

8. What happens when a hero is a commoner (4)

8.

In front of her father’s smashed tombstone, Ellen said nothing.

She didn’t scream in rage, and she didn’t swing her fists at random.

She just stood still, and she drew her old sword from her scabbard and laid it down in front of her father’s grave.

She knelt down on one knee and brushed the remains of her tombstone with one hand.

Coarse limestone pebbles graze my palms.

“Father.”

Ellen opened her heavy mouth.

“My father would have said that, what a big deal it was that the stone collapsed.”

I remember my father’s always optimistic face.

He is a man with dark features who looks a little more naive than himself.

Even if you come back from an accident outside or suffer a great misfortune, if there is someone who asks you for help, he will not turn away and comfort you with a pat on the shoulder.

“The important thing is not in things, but in the heart, so keep the meaning in your heart.”

Those who help and those who receive help.

Those who solve and those who solve.

And.

“Anyway, we were abandoned by the goddess from before.”

Those who are abandoned, and those who are abandoned.

“By the way, how big would the other difficulties be?”

Strangely, she didn’t get angry when she saw her father’s broken tombstone. She didn’t even flinch. Surprisingly, Ellen’s mana flowed and flowed without any shaking.

“What a big deal that would be.”

When the handful of limestone turned to powder and the grains slipped through his fingers.

He stood up.

Plea-Ote.

With the magic of a small voice.

***

The next day, when Ellen headed to the arena, the professor standing between Tania and Ellen announced the start of the sparring.

Tania said she looked at Ellen, though she didn’t say she did.

Her provocative gaze made it possible to predict the culprit even without speaking.

Even if he wears thick heavy armor and puts a thick helmet on his head.

Even though she was wrapped in fancy decorations, Ellen knew.

Tania hoped that Ellen would lose her temper and swing her sword at her at random.

If you create even a small gap like that, wouldn’t it be possible to overcome him with surprise?

With a hint of anticipation that he might be able to break his sword, which was tainted with vengeance and hatred.

But Tania didn’t know.

The difference between Ellen and her is that there is a wall that can no longer be crossed by a matter of attitude.

The sparring has begun, and Tania draws out a splendid sword.

Ellen put her own sword down on her floor.

Just like the one she put in front of her father’s grave.

“What are you doing, don’t lift a sword? Do you want me to surrender?”

“Tania.”

“If you are going to do it, do it now. Let’s not lose our strength.”

“To mention the goddess you all believe in, Tania.”

Ellen slowly walked towards Tania.

“… ….”

Flinch.

Tania felt fear.

It’s just a step.

Because with each step he took, the weight of a mountain, not a person, began to press down on her delicate shoulders.

“Don’t come.”

Ergenuke’s swordsmanship, which was launched hastily, cut through the air.

However, Ellen’s footsteps do not stop.

“I am stronger than you because the family business you value so much… Isn’t it the meaning of the goddess that I am inferior to the value I want to achieve?”

Ergeneuk’s swordsmanship was a wave of beautiful swords,

Ellen, she walked all the way to Tania without getting wet.

“…… !”

His bare fist gripped Tania’s collar.

Her heavy armor around her chest, embroidered with shiny red rubies, is distorted in Ellen’s grasp.

Tania’s eyes catch a glimpse.

Fear.

Wonder.

Sorrow.

And then, resignation.

“… Ellen.”

“Tania, even if the will of the goddess exists.”

“I-“

“Well, what a big deal it would be.”

Tania could no longer continue her words.

Ellen couldn’t fall asleep, so she hit Tania’s helmet with her tightly clenched fists, with her pale eyes.

Kwaang.

Kwaang.

Kwajik.

Until her fancy helmet was distorted, she passed out, the white-faced professor ran over waving her arms, and Tania’s older sister, who was sitting in her seat, got up from her seat.

Until five professors clung to Ellen and pulled him away from Tania, announcing his victory.

Ellen’s deep eyes.

It was sunk blue.

Tok, roll and roll.

“… Ah.”

Tania was awakened from her flashback thanks to a crumpled piece of paper that had been kicked by her own foot and rolled several times before stopping.

Tania, who was standing in a daze in the hallway of Ergeneuk Castle, shook her head from side to side to arouse her spirit.

The past is the past, the present is the present.

Remembering the mistakes of the past did not change anything.

It was more urgent to prove it with actions so that he could believe in himself again.

So, let’s do what we have to do.

Tania repeated that, and she opened the large door and went inside.

When the door to her room opened, the soft carpet first met her feet.

The old-fashioned office, painted in dark brown and light red colors in harmony, catches the eye.

With the figure of her older sister sitting loftily behind the wide table placed in the center of the study.

“Hi, sister.”

“Hello, my brother.”

Elise Ergeneuk greeted her brother.

It was a reunion after a long time.

***

“So, what is this body that hides its powers supposed to do?”

“Your tone sucks, Ellen.”

I just wanted to do it, so I tried to be condescending.

“Isn’t there a reason you made me read that book?”

“Sure. I’m pretty sure Ellen can beat the Moonlight Caucasus hard enough. And, in addition, I think you can get the essence of the moon.”

“Essence of the Moon?”

Essence of the Moon.

I remember hearing about it several times in magic materials class.

I think it was said to be a very rare material, but since it didn’t appear in the test, it was neatly erased from my head, so the rest of the information was vague.

“What is that?”

“Essence of the Moon is a very rare magical ingredient that can be extracted from the Heart of Moonlight Caulcasus.”

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As if she had waited, EL started to explain her every moment.

In summary, yes.

Corcasus is a monster that moves with the mana gathered in its heart. If you catch it without damaging the heart, you can extract the ‘Essence of the Moon’ from the heart with a low probability.

“Catch a guy who moves because he has a heart without hitting his heart? What’s the difference between saying don’t turn off the lights and turn off the lights?”

“Actually, it’s not that different. So, most of the moon’s essence is extracted from the heart of a moonlight caucasus that has naturally aged and died. Of course, it is close to impossible to obtain.”

EL’s eyes sparkle.

“Unless there is a sword skill that goes beyond the body and cuts the mana inside it.”

“… Huh, true.”

I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut at EL’s last words.

A swordsmanship that cuts beyond the body without damaging it.

Actually, at first I thought it was nonsense.

After thinking about it for a while, it seemed to be related to the technology I was trying to create recently.

If that’s the case, it probably means that EL also said this to me on the premise that I would perfect this technique.

The problem is that the motive for creating this technique is very disrespectful to EL.

“Ellen.”

“Yes.”

“I want you to get the essence of the moon and give it to Tania.”

EL carefully placed his hands on top of mine.

Does she know the weight of her favor that she does.

However, as if she didn’t know at all, EL’s eyes looking at me seemed sincere.

“Why do I have to go that far? I know you will think. There could be several reasons for that.”

“Please explain.”

“The strength of the expedition will increase, and Tania will become more devoted to you. In addition, the Ergenuk family itself will be your strong base of support.”

It’s tempting.

All of EL’s words were close to the truth.

And it was also something I needed quite a bit right now.

“Ellen is a rational person, so if you give me this reason, I’m sure she’ll accept it. As if she can’t win, she’ll calculate the profit and loss and try to act in favor of the expedition.”

“Yes, I will. Maybe.”

“But I don’t want to be accepted that way by Ellen.”

EL closed her eyes.

Her hand resting on her hand, her eyes closed and her head slightly lowered.

“If my request this time helps Ellen, not the expedition, please trust me as much as I helped.”

Her flowing hair flowed down her cheeks, and her long eyelashes cast shadows.

“Because I will recreate it myself. The Ellen I know.”

As if EL were praying.

“Because I will, without fail, recreate the image of Ellen who believes in me.”

One letter, one letter, he said with force.