Chiyu Mahou no Machigatta Tsukaikata ~Senjou wo Kakeru Kaifuku Youin~

There is a legend in my hometown that brave men sleep.

One of the many heroic legends that exist everywhere to sweep and throw away.

Many of them, the place where the brave man spent his last years and buried his bones, was the place where I lived.

The brave man visited this land for the last time.

I don't want to see a peaceful world

Don't look at people."

Nothing left.

Leave nothing behind, tell nothing."

I will end my life without knowing who I am.

Of course, I didn't believe that.

Rather, everyone in the village didn't believe it either.

Because it was impossible to believe that a hero would leave a legend that even seemed vain.

The unusual scholar was not interested, but mostly left the village with no interest at the end.

There are no heroes who have been active in the past in this era, but I have heard that the Devil King is resurrecting and invading the Ringle Kingdom, a land far from here.

Rumors, articles, etc., were spreading information uninterrupted, but... honestly, I didn't think it had much to do with me.

The brave men of the Ringle kingdom.

The invasion of the Demon King army.

He's a healing wizard on the battlefield.

The story of the Ringle kingdom and the Demon King realm was just exotic, so it was always something else for me.

"I sent troops from Rio to Kalm, and as a result... it's good news that I won the battle against the Demon King Army, but it looks like it's going to hurt..."

The usual morning.

My father, who had read the newspaper that had arrived in the village, murmured with anxiety.

Her mother, who had prepared breakfast at the table for the murmur, had an uneasy look on her face.

"The Demon King Army in this world.I'm scared. "

"Don't worry, we won't make it.The third march of the Demon King army to the Ringle kingdom ended in failure. "

I've heard a lot about the Ringle Kingdom delivering letters to countries lately.

Let them know about the dangers of the Demon King army... even though it's still not very realistic.

"Besides, it seems that there are two brave men in the Kingdom of Ringle who are very strong.Together, if the nations work together, they'll be fine. "

"Dad, I think that's too optimistic."

I talk to my optimistic father with my mouth full of baked bread and warm milk.

"Shea, I can't help thinking about all the anxiety?"

"... sure enough."

"Sister, that too!!"

Prevent Belio, the younger brother sitting next to him, from trying to grab the bread from the side.

"Stop it. It's already dirty."

Belio, if you still have bread, don't do it.

"Eh...."

She sighs at her younger brother, who has acted in overlapping periods of growth and rebellion.

Too much trouble.

Just because I'm five years old...

"Sia, Belio"

Hmm?

What?

I looked up at my father's voice.

"It rained a lot, didn't it?Do you know that this caused a landslide nearby? "

"Yeah, but it's not so close to home, is it?"

"Yes, it is. It's dangerous, so stay away from us both."

Yes.

Respond with your brother and concentrate on breakfast again.

So I return to myself.

Ahh......

To your mother, to your father, to your brother.

I was born in a tranquil land and thought I could live a quiet life ahead.

Someday find someone you like and grow up.

Have children and watch them grow.

Well... when I found my natural happiness... that's what I expected.

This is... a dream.... dream, what is it? "

I remember one day being happy in my casual everyday life.

I was only able to see the nightmares that would happen from now on, as I shifted my sight like a running lamp.

I think this happened when I searched for my brother Belio.

I found him walking around looking for his brother, who was playing around everywhere a cave with his face out of the collapsed sand.

It was as if only the cave was clean and empty, and now I think it was just a creepy sight.

"Verio?"

I stepped into the cave, which no one had seen for centuries.

We found a single-bladed sword in a sheath and someone's remains.

"Hyah, shh, corpse!?"

A glowing crystal-like sphere is gripped in the hands of the bone-only remains...

When I could play it alone, the golden smoke that popped out of it--- went in so that it could be sucked into my body.

"---!!!?"

The feeling of being rewritten in your head.

A headache that shows you the memory of someone you don't know.

The existence of me is pasted with the anger and hatred of a human named Hisago.

"Ah, uhh, ahh... no... stop...!!"

Memories and magic as a hero chisago, forcibly fleshed by my heart.

I can't describe it in the word miserable.

The world in which the humans of the other world fought each other and his beloved wife and son, who died, was... just as harsh and cruel again.

His voice echoes in the back of his brain as he shows off some of his memories and refinishes my existence.

- Kill the Devil.

You must kill the Demon King

I think I understood that it was just a remnant of the past.

But I couldn't resist.

My feelings were already possessed by a human being named Hisago, and even his freedom was about to be lost.

"So I was changed."

I (me) left the village with the impulse swinging.

I was not allowed to say anything to my family, and with the sword I went to the Demon King Realm alone to defeat the Demon King.

At first, I just had to keep swinging.

When my consciousness returned, I could not do anything with fatigue and hunger.

Luckily, I was able to earn money by defeating the bandits.

When my consciousness gradually became clearer, I was not even allowed to think of going home, but was just about to go to the Demon King domain.

All that is allowed is action to live.

He was allowed to bathe, eat, and sleep, but was not allowed to go back to his original path, and he continued walking even during the day.

I was scared when I slept.

When I woke up, my consciousness was gone.

I was always crying before I fell asleep because I was afraid that I could paint my consciousness affected by my chin consciousness.

My magic has changed to something other than light magic, and now most of my red hair, which my mother said was beautiful, has turned into a dark color that can be seen in the night.

"When I fought the Demon King, he was definitely killed."

It was like dying to defeat a demon king, even though he couldn't handle magic properly and he only remembered his combat experience.

You can easily defeat the bandits and the rattlesnakes around you, but you can't defeat the Demon King.

What can you do with just light magic?

I can't even handle the strengthening of the system, and I couldn't imagine hurting anybody... because I'm a village girl... I can't fight...

But it won't stop.

Because the voice of the ghost whispered in my head could not be stopped until it brought me to the Devil.

"I knew I was going to die, but I had to go..."

There was nothing but despair in my head at that time.

I don't know why, but I planted the memories of a man named Hisago and proceeded on a reckless journey with impulse.

Memories that are strongly linked to my emotions, even if they are selfdetermination, do not allow it.

"He saved me."

The demon king's defeat.

The warriors and healing wizards who infiltrated the Ringle Kingdom were defeated by Usat.

I remember when I was with the Demon soldiers and when the battle was over.

After the Creator Demon King and the brave men who fought him came out of the basement... the Demon King declared his defeat.

[I decided to entrust this human with the future of the demons]

The Demon King is alive, but the human side triumphed.

Memories and emotions, not mine, as a brave chicken had an indelible will.

I think it was a pleasure.

A boy my age, called Usato, indirectly saved my life.

Even if he hadn't wanted to, I couldn't help but thank him.

This memory is over now.

I can go home and go back to my family.

"Yes, I thought so... but this damn memory still wanted me to do something."

But it wasn't over.

Next to the Demon King is the absurd role of killing demons.

My arm was scratched and it was painful because of the system strengthening that was forced to be activated.

I don't want to hurt anyone, but I don't want to fight, so why should I... kill someone?

What did the brave man leave behind for?

I wish I hadn't left what I left behind.

I don't think so.

I didn't want the power of a brave man.

I want to go home to my father, mother, and Belio.

Someone---,

"Help me...."

"Okay."

A murmuring voice in a slight sleep.

I open my eyes to that strong, clear voice.

"---"

Gentle, comfortable healing magical light.

A warm hand holding my hand.

When my consciousness finally became clear to the feelings that existed in reality, there was a rabbit in front of me who saved my life.

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