Chapter 016 (1/2)

Volume 1

The Simple Job of Only Perishing to the Hero Volume 1 Chapter 15

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Western General Sancreed.

Fainell looked at the man that was introduced as such.

His height was taller than Vermudol. He had somewhat short golden hair and blue eyes. His well-proportioned body was covered in simple dark blue garments. The armor that he wore on top of that was plain. However, she could tell that an extremely high density of magical power was kneaded into both his clothes and armor. He wasn’t carrying a weapon, but his muscles allowed her to guess that he was a swordsman.

He was considerably strong.

That was Fainell’s impression of Sancreed from what she saw.

Western General Sancreed.

Altejio looked at the man that was introduced as such.

The man called Sancreed was befitting as a swordsman.

He could not find any openings that looked like openings, and he could tell that he had taken a place where he could protect Vermudol.

Despite that, he probably had a high level as a magician as well.

In that case, his combat style is most likely that of a Magic Swordsman.

However, Altejio didn’t know of a swordsman of this level.

In that case, this is probably a new Majin created by the hands of the Demon King.

That is Altejio’s impression of Sancreed from what he saw.

Western General Sancreed.

Raktor did not take his eyes off of the man that was introduced as such.

Strong.

He could tell that with just a single glance.

However, that didn’t matter a single bit.

Seeing the man called Sancreed, there were two emotions that boiled up within Raktor.

It was fear that shook his soul.

It was joy similar to adoration.

Raktor knew of those emotions.

Raktor recalled those emotions.

Before, there was someone that made Raktor fear them.

There was someone that, no matter how many times they were knocked down, would stand back up and challenge him again and again.

And then, there was someone that broke through everything that Raktor threw out at him from the front.

There was someone that carried hope, and wielded despair.

Raktor, he knew.

He knew of someone that possessed brilliant eyes similar to Sancreed’s.

Eyes that contained every feeling, and hid infinite compassion and unbreakable courage within them.

Those eyes, Raktor knew of them.

Those eyes, Raktor could never forget them.

There was no way he could forget the relief and humiliation that he had once ignored.

「The Hero……」

Fainell and Altejio reacted to Raktor’s mutter.

Raktor rushed out before the two’s eyes could grasp him.

He gathered magical power together with his boiling and raging emotions into his still open right hand.

That right hand shined to the point that it was dazzling.

Without even taking a stance, Sancreed calmly stared at Raktor.

「He……roooooooo!」

He shouted.

He even forgot that Vermudol was right beside Sancreed.

He didn’t even notice that Sancreed held Ichika, who was about to rush out, back.

In order to tear Sancreed limb from limb, Raktor swung his hand down──

「Attack Guard」

And was repelled by Sancreed’s barrier that unfolded, and stepped a few steps back.

However, Raktor didn’t stop with just that.

There was no way he would stop.

The impulse that aroused Raktor made his sense of reason scatter away, and whispered to him to blow away the whole Demon King’s Castle. Raktor was about to abandon his form as a Majin but──

「……Raktor.」

He sensed an overwhelming pressure that blew away even that impulse.

No, it wasn’t just Raktor.