Retired Hero Wants To Sleep

Mission No.5 A world only for you (9)

“Your uncle has fallen!”

For an instant, the attention of the battlefield was focused on Ewald and Elif, who had fallen into the Great Forest of Kswice.

In the meantime, Schheim began to draw a large arc in the sky above the forest where Ewald fell, tilting his huge body, but everyone’s eyes turned away from the battle for a moment and turned to the forest spread out beneath their feet.

“… Ewald?”

Laharf looked down with a puzzled look on his face as he leaned over to Shuheim’s punctured torso.

It was obviously Ewald.

When he entered that cursed forest with the woman he had stabbed in his arms in his arms, the afterimage of Balt was still etched into Laharp’s retina.

It got on Rahaf’s nerves like crazy.

* * *

Ewald started running frantically.

Balt was enveloped in mad heat and mana that rose from his chest.

The vast meadow stretched out endlessly, but Ewald shook his head vigorously, feeling the sense of confinement as if he were being held in the middle of a prison.

“Ewald! Stop! Ewald! It’s over now!”

Someone’s voice came from behind.

But Ewald couldn’t even understand half of the voice.

“Ewald, please… !”

Ebalt channeled mana into his legs.

In an instant, Ewald’s muscles began to hold mana and generate tremendous power.

At the same time, Ewald kicked off the ground and bounced forward.

A sharp wind raked Ewald’s face. Ebalt soared, plowing the ground at breakneck speed, to the point that his skin tingled.

And heavy voices erupted from all over Ewald.

“Is this your choice?”

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I felt like going crazy. Ewald roughly covered his ears, but the voice that seemed to speak directly to his brain without passing through his eardrums burst out loud again.

“Is it your choice!”

“Shut up! Shut up!”

An angry voice emanated from Ewald. Veins burst from Ewald’s red, bloodshot eyes.

Ewald’s foot, which was on the ground, slipped. Once he lost his balance, Balt’s body could not withstand the speed and fell to the ground from his shoulders.

After grinding the ground roughly, Ewald bounced off the ground and rolled over several times.

His shoulder is dislocated, his ankle is spun, and his bones appear to be broken in several places.

However, even in that situation, Ewald raised his head and raised his upper body.

Thick blood ran down the corners of his mouth, but lying like this drove Edwald even more insane.

When he stopped his body, the voice ringing in his ears became clearer, and he dug directly into Balt’s brain.

“Did I betray you or did you betray me?”

“Shut up, SiX! What do I know!”

Staggering to his feet, Dunebald contorted his face at the sharp pain rising from his ankle. It’s about to run again.

But he couldn’t think of where to run, so Balt started looking around him with his nasty frown.

Bodies are lined up everywhere.

Of the hundreds of people who set out to capture Beelzedeus, only about a dozen survived, so there must be well over a hundred corpses.

Such corpses were strewn all over the place in a hideous appearance.

Ewald’s rough expression gradually turned into a blank expression.

He failed to kill Beelzedeus. Except for the last moment, he never overpowered the Demon King’s army. In the meantime, important people fell and his comrades were cut off.

Even Ewald himself wonders how he survived.

Everyone did their best to kill Beelzedeus.

And the results were disastrous.

In the end, Belzedeus did not die.

No, he didn’t kill.

A feeling of desolation clung to Ewald’s entire body.

It was then. The sullen voice scratched Ewald’s brain like a blade.

“It has been sealed to you.”

Ewald cupped his head with both of his hands.

“Is this a seal?”

Belzedeus’ voice echoed directly in his head, driving Ebalt in pain.

“Or is it a break?”

“I told you to shut up!”

As he staggered in agony, Balt eventually knelt down.

The cool breeze of the steppe, which had just entered evening, swept through Ewald, but Ewald did not feel the slightest bit of coolness from the heat surging from his chest.

He looked like he was going to explode.

He sealed Beelzedeus.

No one’s body could stop Beelzedeus.

So Ewald stood at the end of the seal

No, rather, Belzedeus chose Ewald.

“You made the choice.”

As blood bubbles spewed out of his mouth, Balt closed his eyes tightly at the sight that was turning white.

“You should be responsible for that too, right?”

It sounded like a laugh. However, Ewald no longer had the mental strength left to respond to Beelzedeus’ words.

He just stumbles, clutching his head in agony.

“My best disciple, let it be entertainment.”

It felt like his head was going to explode.

“I am sealed inside you.”

A low laugh echoed through Ewald’s head. That directionless, insubstantial laugh began to strangle Ewald with suffocating horror.

Was it really a good thing to seal Beelzedeus?

Was it really a good thing to seal him while sacrificing so many people?

Belzedeus’s final voice echoed in Ewald’s head as his mind began to collapse.

“How come you seem to have been sealed.”

* * *

Ewald bounced him off the bed.

“Ewald!”

A terrible pain ran through his body. Unknowingly, his whole body tensed up and his muscles went wild. However, Frederike, who noticed that Ewald’s pupils were upside down, pressed Ewald’s body down.

Frederike sucked the surplus mana from Ewald. If mana was boiling like this, the seal or something, Ebalt’s life was in danger.

“Are you okay! Because it’s okay! What are you doing! Call someone!”

Frederike shouted at the elf who was sitting next to Ewald. The elf Lasser, who had lowered his eyes toward Ebalt, met Frederike’s gaze with only his pupils moving.

“… I will.”

Rasser, who had a cold expression at Frederique’s nervous voice, answered and left.

Ewald, who was evil at this, tried to organize his invisible gaze and looked in all directions.

Ewald’s field of vision came into a room with only one bed left as furniture.

It looked like an abandoned house somewhere, judging from the precariously standing wall that seemed to collapse at any moment. He wondered if he hadn’t even reached the village yet, but Ebalt shuddered at the pain that squeezed his entire body.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s really okay. So calm down.”

Fredericke, who was holding Ebalt tightly and slowly stroking his back, quietly opened his mouth.

“Beelzedeus is well sealed. You worked hard, Ewald. I had a hard time. So calm down now. Belzedeus is no longer here.”

“Do you really think there is none, Ewald?”

“aaa!”

As soon as Beelzedeus’s voice penetrated his head, Ewald screamed. Ewald vomited blood-streaked shouts and collapsed backwards in terrifying pain.

“Didn’t I teach you that what you cannot see is the scariest thing, clever disciple?”

“Stop!”

Ewald’s whole body trembled.

Each of Beelzedeus’ words touched Ewald’s weakest part.

“You once asked, ‘What are you most afraid of?’ And I replied, ‘The scariest thing to be invisible’. But I mean, Ewald.” /

Ewald’s condition deteriorated rapidly. Fresh blood quickly stained the tied bandages.

“He doesn’t know what he’s afraid of.”

Ewald’s body twisted.

“That is what scares me the most.”

Eventually, Ewald’s memories began to fade.

And into Ewald’s consciousness, which was moving far away, Belzedeus’ gloomy voice faded away as if it were leaving.

“You will be able to see it from now on.”

* * *

Ewald, who was loaded onto the carriage as if dead, groaned with difficulty.

But his mind is clear.

That’s even crazier

Ewald slightly opened his closed eyes.

Then, the figures of his few remaining colleagues came into his field of vision.

Lucas Cainzel unable to tidy up his blood-stained face, Frederike Henrich looking at himself with a calm face although tear marks still remain, Casper Elgenor with his head bowed down with his arms crossed, and lying down as if he had passed out. Patrick Geresbeck, and Sauber Gamesh lying unconscious…

When he moved his gaze a little further, he saw the small back of La Ser Palacea, who was urging his words.

This is all my friends left until the end.

Ewald let out a steamy sigh and raised his gaze to the sky.

The fine light of the setting sun missed Ewald, who was lying in the rattling carriage. The red energy that started from the western sky was dyeing the blue sky at will, drawing bloody clouds.

Ewald’s heart pounded.

A good day to go on a trip.

The thrill of spending the day in a place where no one knows me.

Ewald was in a messed up body, but his mind was still healthy.

“… Why is everyone looking like that?”

“Ewald?”

Kasper was the first to react.

He hurriedly approached Ewald, grabbed Ewald’s shoulder, and looked at Ewald with a worried face.

“Are you okay. I am not dying yet.”

“… If you die, we all die too. So don’t think about dying.”

After making such a clumsy joke, Kasper went back to his seat and sat down. I don’t know, but sitting like that would be all I could do.

That’s how fierce the battle with Belzedeus was.

Lucas, who glanced at Ewald with his characteristic sharp eyes, returned his eyes to their original position.

At the end of the action, his brief sigh of relief was barely audible, but Ewald decided to pretend not to know.

“Are there any places that are particularly painful or painful?”

Frederike asked as she carefully inspected Ewald’s body again. However, Ewald replied with a mischievous smile.

“Your whole body hurts, so I don’t know where it hurts more.”

“Huh, then you’re saying it’s still worth holding on to.”

Patrick, whose clerical uniform was in a mess, gave the shot in a reprehensible voice, then leaned back in his chair.

Ewald responded to Patrick with a ridiculous smile.

“That old man. If I die, I will see Belzedeus again, so would you like me to die?”

“… That’s what they say, you arrogant bastard.”

Ewald was able to laugh at Patrick’s barbed words.

In any case, Belzedeus disappeared.

He’s not completely gone, but at least you won’t see his face. The continent will be able to forget its trembling past because of his presence.

That’s not all, but…

Ewald smiled at the faint sense of relief.

But that relief didn’t last long.

The cracks, to a small relief, began as Ewald gazed at the setting sun once more.

The clouds of ripe wine gradually subsided, revealing Ewald’s favorite color. But the setting sun was hanging from the back of the wagon.

Where the sun sets.

West.

Ewald frowned slightly.

The party who seals Beelzedeus and returns.

Obviously, the road should lead to Rotume, the capital of the empire.

And Rotume is west of the Great Plain of Amelie, where Ewald sealed Beelzedeus.

However, the carriage was moving with the setting sun behind it.

The strangeness amplified and turned into anxiety.

But Ewald didn’t say anything until the sunset completely disappeared into the horizon. Now he felt like something would break if he brought up the story.

He would rather not recognize. But he couldn’t help not recognizing it.

Ewald’s sixth sense began to tremble with the fear that came so slowly.

And,

“Keep a close eye on these guys’ faces.”

Beelzedeus whispered in Ewald’s ear.

“They are going to abandon us.”