Chapter 112
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Chapter 112
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The emperor looked back on that day.
A friend came and soon announced his impending death.
The day she had to go to the victory celebration before recovering from the shock.
Even she, who boasted of a strong mind due to experiencing various court struggles, could not help but crumble in that moment.
‘... Victory celebration? Is this a victory celebration?’
We won in battle, but what’s the point if we lost in war?
Looking at people who chatted and laughed without worries, she was engulfed in a strong urge to spit out words lingering on the tip of her tongue.
The hero, Ted Redymer, is dead.
Therefore, in this long war, humanity has finally been defeated.
For mankind, there is now only the slow path of dying... so they say.
If the hero had not stopped her from making the announcement of his death, she would have immediately stopped the unfolding skit and organized a mourning ceremony.
‘Why not announce death? What’s the point of dragging it out?’
As she endlessly drank alcohol, she discovered a familiar face entering the banquet hall and spat it out on the floor.
“Wow! It’s the hero!” This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.
“Huh, the hero at the banquet? What’s going on?”
“Look over here just once!”
“Ted Redymer! Ted Redymer!”
A fake with the same dignity and confidence walks over.
Under the sparkling lights.
A guy smiling leisurely.
Even as the emperor who knew his existence in advance was momentarily fooled, it was a ‘heroic’ appearance.
... And so it began.
“Because humans still need heroes. That’s the reason.”
Despite listening to all the explanations and greetings, she was skeptical.
Because she had seen how ‘Ted Redymer’ became a hero.
The thought that someone could replace the great man didn’t come easily.
She thought it couldn’t last long.
The system burns, subjects are torn to death by monsters, and a fake who is discovered is hung on the gallows.
Waking up from such nightmares with a body soaked in sweat multiple times.
It was like walking on a tightrope, or rather, on a precarious blade.
Half a year passed like that.
But....
The fake brought news of the punitive expedition of the corps commander.
‘How on earth did this happen?’
The emperor looked at the hero sitting in front of him.
It was an illusion implemented through ‘multiple communication,’ but it felt vivid as reality.
“You....”
“Sorry.”
“...What?”
With a slightly awkward expression, he suddenly apologized.
Perhaps he thought she would blame him for the magnitude and danger of this “traitor incident.”
However, Euphemia had no intention of reprimanding him.
‘No, rather....’
After the emperor let out a short sigh, she looked directly at the hero.
And for the first time in six months, she spoke words of praise.
She was a bit awkward, so she skipped over the first syllable with a muffled sound...
Anyway, it was a clear compliment.
“Did well.”
“What?”
“...You did well.”
Ah.
The hero’s eyes widened a bit, and soon, a wriggly movement of hesitation appeared on his lips.
“I thought I was in trouble.”
It was absurd to see ‘Ted Redymer’ laughing like that, so Euphemia laughed along without realizing it.
...Realizing the embarrassment, she quickly regained composure.
“Well, what’s the matter?”
“... Me? No, what class does a blacksmith teach? huh?”
“The prototypes of auxiliary weapons are nearing completion. Isn’t that right?”
“Well... yes, it’s in the final stages.”
“If it’s you, I’m sure you’ve added extraordinary features to the weapons.”
Noubelmag mumbled, then closed his mouth again.
The hero smiled slightly.
“It would be nice to introduce those features when we reinforce them. The kids will be very pleased.”
“...Hmph.”
As the hero seemed to have already decided on going to the Front line, no objections were raised.
They knew from long experience that once he made up his mind, it was impossible for anyone to stop him.
“Hmm...”
It was then that Yussi let out a deep sigh.
A somewhat affected and exaggerated sigh, not seemingly a result of disappointment.
It felt more like a device to emphasize what was to come.
“Hehe, I tried to keep it a secret until the end. Well, I guess I should tell you now.”
Seeming tired at first, Yussi’s face began to exude confidence to the point where it felt like a lie.
Even those who were watching became expectant.
...Was there some good news?
Even the hero’s eyes were tinged with curiosity.
“As the situation is what it is, hiding such good news wouldn’t make sense. It will be a ray of light. Hehehe...”
Perhaps annoyed by Yussi’s dragging, Noubelmag suddenly raised his voice.
“Enough of the boring talk, why is this taking so long? Let me speak for her.”
“No, wait!”
“Yussi found the blessing of Zero Requiem Borningenheim. It’s the rumoured eighth blessing.”
...The hero briefly doubted his own ears.
“...What did you just say?”
* * *
The medical team at Rosenstark was generally busy.
Due to the academy’s policy of pursuing practical training, there was a steady stream of patients every day.
Intense workload.
On days with events like the party arena and academic exchange conference at the end of the year, the vast ward would be filled to the brim with the lively scene.
That’s why Minerva Barson, a therapist who had been working for about 10 years as a student counselor, had confidence that she wouldn’t bat an eye at ordinary commotions.
...Until a few days ago, before being assigned to the special ward.
Now, in front of Minerva’s eyes, scenes she had never seen in her therapist career were unfolding.
‘How does the hero handle these kids?’
Recovery room.
This was where patients stayed until they were well enough to be discharged from individual rooms.
In other words, this was where the majority of extreme kids ended up...
“Thirty-five... thirty-six.”
A rough sound of breath echoed through the expansive ward.
The therapist knew the girl well.
Leciel Hiyashin, who collapsed from exhaustion until she fainted while wielding a sword just before being transferred to the special ward.
Her dedication to training seemed to have intensified in the meantime.
“Fifty.”
Surprisingly, she was doing push-ups while holding the bed frame.
Tight-lipped, her fine face was as red as her hair.
Influenced by Leciel’s passion, other kids began standing upside down one by one.
Minerva, seeing the spectacle, shuddered at the strangeness.
‘I’ve seen them exaggerate when they say they’re in pain...’
Of course, there were some calm ones too.
“Where is the kitchen here?”
“...It’s currently 1 o’clock in the morning.”
“Oh, then what time does it open?”
...The kitchen is not a restaurant!
Shivering at Cuculli’s audacity, Minerva finally realized.
That’s the hero for you.
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Chapter 112
HEL SCANS
Join our Discord for release /invite/dbdMDhzWa2
—————
The emperor looked back on that day.
A friend came and soon announced his impending death.
The day she had to go to the victory celebration before recovering from the shock.
Even she, who boasted of a strong mind due to experiencing various court struggles, could not help but crumble in that moment.
‘... Victory celebration? Is this a victory celebration?’
We won in battle, but what’s the point if we lost in war?
Looking at people who chatted and laughed without worries, she was engulfed in a strong urge to spit out words lingering on the tip of her tongue.
The hero, Ted Redymer, is dead.
Therefore, in this long war, humanity has finally been defeated.
For mankind, there is now only the slow path of dying... so they say.
If the hero had not stopped her from making the announcement of his death, she would have immediately stopped the unfolding skit and organized a mourning ceremony.
‘Why not announce death? What’s the point of dragging it out?’
As she endlessly drank alcohol, she discovered a familiar face entering the banquet hall and spat it out on the floor.
“Wow! It’s the hero!” This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.
“Huh, the hero at the banquet? What’s going on?”
“Look over here just once!”
“Ted Redymer! Ted Redymer!”
A fake with the same dignity and confidence walks over.
Under the sparkling lights.
A guy smiling leisurely.
Even as the emperor who knew his existence in advance was momentarily fooled, it was a ‘heroic’ appearance.
... And so it began.
“Because humans still need heroes. That’s the reason.”
Despite listening to all the explanations and greetings, she was skeptical.
Because she had seen how ‘Ted Redymer’ became a hero.
The thought that someone could replace the great man didn’t come easily.
She thought it couldn’t last long.
The system burns, subjects are torn to death by monsters, and a fake who is discovered is hung on the gallows.
Waking up from such nightmares with a body soaked in sweat multiple times.
It was like walking on a tightrope, or rather, on a precarious blade.
Half a year passed like that.
But....
The fake brought news of the punitive expedition of the corps commander.
‘How on earth did this happen?’
The emperor looked at the hero sitting in front of him.
It was an illusion implemented through ‘multiple communication,’ but it felt vivid as reality.
“You....”
“Sorry.”
“...What?”
With a slightly awkward expression, he suddenly apologized.
Perhaps he thought she would blame him for the magnitude and danger of this “traitor incident.”
However, Euphemia had no intention of reprimanding him.
‘No, rather....’
After the emperor let out a short sigh, she looked directly at the hero.
And for the first time in six months, she spoke words of praise.
She was a bit awkward, so she skipped over the first syllable with a muffled sound...
Anyway, it was a clear compliment.
“Did well.”
“What?”
“...You did well.”
Ah.
The hero’s eyes widened a bit, and soon, a wriggly movement of hesitation appeared on his lips.
“I thought I was in trouble.”
It was absurd to see ‘Ted Redymer’ laughing like that, so Euphemia laughed along without realizing it.
...Realizing the embarrassment, she quickly regained composure.
“Well, what’s the matter?”
“... Me? No, what class does a blacksmith teach? huh?”
“The prototypes of auxiliary weapons are nearing completion. Isn’t that right?”
“Well... yes, it’s in the final stages.”
“If it’s you, I’m sure you’ve added extraordinary features to the weapons.”
Noubelmag mumbled, then closed his mouth again.
The hero smiled slightly.
“It would be nice to introduce those features when we reinforce them. The kids will be very pleased.”
“...Hmph.”
As the hero seemed to have already decided on going to the Front line, no objections were raised.
They knew from long experience that once he made up his mind, it was impossible for anyone to stop him.
“Hmm...”
It was then that Yussi let out a deep sigh.
A somewhat affected and exaggerated sigh, not seemingly a result of disappointment.
It felt more like a device to emphasize what was to come.
“Hehe, I tried to keep it a secret until the end. Well, I guess I should tell you now.”
Seeming tired at first, Yussi’s face began to exude confidence to the point where it felt like a lie.
Even those who were watching became expectant.
...Was there some good news?
Even the hero’s eyes were tinged with curiosity.
“As the situation is what it is, hiding such good news wouldn’t make sense. It will be a ray of light. Hehehe...”
Perhaps annoyed by Yussi’s dragging, Noubelmag suddenly raised his voice.
“Enough of the boring talk, why is this taking so long? Let me speak for her.”
“No, wait!”
“Yussi found the blessing of Zero Requiem Borningenheim. It’s the rumoured eighth blessing.”
...The hero briefly doubted his own ears.
“...What did you just say?”
* * *
The medical team at Rosenstark was generally busy.
Due to the academy’s policy of pursuing practical training, there was a steady stream of patients every day.
Intense workload.
On days with events like the party arena and academic exchange conference at the end of the year, the vast ward would be filled to the brim with the lively scene.
That’s why Minerva Barson, a therapist who had been working for about 10 years as a student counselor, had confidence that she wouldn’t bat an eye at ordinary commotions.
...Until a few days ago, before being assigned to the special ward.
Now, in front of Minerva’s eyes, scenes she had never seen in her therapist career were unfolding.
‘How does the hero handle these kids?’
Recovery room.
This was where patients stayed until they were well enough to be discharged from individual rooms.
In other words, this was where the majority of extreme kids ended up...
“Thirty-five... thirty-six.”
A rough sound of breath echoed through the expansive ward.
The therapist knew the girl well.
Leciel Hiyashin, who collapsed from exhaustion until she fainted while wielding a sword just before being transferred to the special ward.
Her dedication to training seemed to have intensified in the meantime.
“Fifty.”
Surprisingly, she was doing push-ups while holding the bed frame.
Tight-lipped, her fine face was as red as her hair.
Influenced by Leciel’s passion, other kids began standing upside down one by one.
Minerva, seeing the spectacle, shuddered at the strangeness.
‘I’ve seen them exaggerate when they say they’re in pain...’
Of course, there were some calm ones too.
“Where is the kitchen here?”
“...It’s currently 1 o’clock in the morning.”
“Oh, then what time does it open?”
...The kitchen is not a restaurant!
Shivering at Cuculli’s audacity, Minerva finally realized.
That’s the hero for you.
HEL SCANS
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Chapter 112HEL SCANSJoin our Discord for release /invite/dbdMDhzWa2The emperor looked back on that day.A friend came and soon announced his impending death. The day she had to go to the victory celebration before recovering from the shock. Even she, who boasted of a strong mind due to experiencing various court struggles, could not help but crumble in that moment. ... Victory celebration? Is this a victory celebration?' We won in battle, but what's the point if we lost in war? Looking at people who chatted and laughed without worries, she was engulfed in a strong urge to spit out words lingering on the tip of her tongue. The hero, Ted Redymer, is dead. Therefore, in this long war, humanity has finally been defeated. For mankind, there is now only the slow path of dying... so they say. If the hero had not stopped her from making the announcement of his death, she would have immediately stopped the unfolding skit and organized a mourning ceremony. Why not announce death? What's the point of dragging it out?' As she endlessly drank alcohol, she discovered a familiar face entering the banquet hall and spat it out on the floor. Wow! It's the hero! This chapter was first shared on the Nvl1n platform.Huh, the hero at the banquet? What's going on? Look over here just once! Ted Redymer! Ted Redymer! A fake with the same dignity and confidence walks over. Under the sparkling lights. A guy smiling leisurely. Even as the emperor who knew his existence in advance was momentarily fooled, it was a heroic' appearance. ... And so it began. Because humans still need heroes. That's the reason. Despite listening to all the explanations and greetings, she was skeptical. Because she had seen how Ted Redymer' became a hero. The thought that someone could replace the great man didn't come easily. She thought it couldn't last long.The system burns, subjects are torn to death by monsters, and a fake who is discovered is hung on the gallows.Waking up from such nightmares with a body soaked in sweat multiple times. It was like walking on a tightrope, or rather, on a precarious blade. Half a year passed like that. But.... The fake brought news of the punitive expedition of the corps commander. How on earth did this happen?' The emperor looked at the hero sitting in front of him. It was an illusion implemented through multiple communication,' but it felt vivid as reality. You.... Sorry. ...What? With a slightly awkward expression, he suddenly apologized.Perhaps he thought she would blame him for the magnitude and danger of this traitor incident. However, Euphemia had no intention of reprimanding him. No, rather....' After the emperor let out a short sigh, she looked directly at the hero. And for the first time in six months, she spoke words of praise. She was a bit awkward, so she skipped over the first syllable with a muffled sound... Anyway, it was a clear compliment. Did well.What? ...You did well. Ah. The hero's eyes widened a bit, and soon, a wriggly movement of hesitation appeared on his lips. I thought I was in trouble. It was absurd to see Ted Redymer' laughing like that, so Euphemia laughed along without realizing it....Realizing the embarrassment, she quickly regained composure.Well, what's the matter?... Me? No, what class does a blacksmith teach? huh?The prototypes of auxiliary weapons are nearing completion. Isn't that right? Well... yes, it's in the final stages. If it's you, I'm sure you've added extraordinary features to the weapons. Noubelmag mumbled, then closed his mouth again. The hero smiled slightly.It would be nice to introduce those features when we reinforce them. The kids will be very pleased. ...Hmph. As the hero seemed to have already decided on going to the Front line, no objections were raised. They knew from long experience that once he made up his mind, it was impossible for anyone to stop him.Hmm...It was then that Yussi let out a deep sigh. A somewhat affected and exaggerated sigh, not seemingly a result of disappointment. It felt more like a device to emphasize what was to come.Hehe, I tried to keep it a secret until the end. Well, I guess I should tell you now.Seeming tired at first, Yussi's face began to exude confidence to the point where it felt like a lie. Even those who were watching became expectant....Was there some good news?Even the hero's eyes were tinged with curiosity.As the situation is what it is, hiding such good news wouldn't make sense. It will be a ray of light. Hehehe...Perhaps annoyed by Yussi's dragging, Noubelmag suddenly raised his voice.Enough of the boring talk, why is this taking so long? Let me speak for her.No, wait!Yussi found the blessing of Zero Requiem Borningenheim. It's the rumoured eighth blessing....The hero briefly doubted his own ears....What did you just say?* * *The medical team at Rosenstark was generally busy. Due to the academy's policy of pursuing practical training, there was a steady stream of patients every day.Intense workload.On days with events like the party arena and academic exchange conference at the end of the year, the vast ward would be filled to the brim with the lively scene.That's why Minerva Barson, a therapist who had been working for about 10 years as a student counselor, had confidence that she wouldn't bat an eye at ordinary commotions....Until a few days ago, before being assigned to the special ward.Now, in front of Minerva's eyes, scenes she had never seen in her therapist career were unfolding.How does the hero handle these kids?'Recovery room.This was where patients stayed until they were well enough to be discharged from individual rooms.In other words, this was where the majority of extreme kids ended up...Thirty-five... thirty-six.A rough sound of breath echoed through the expansive ward.The therapist knew the girl well.Leciel Hiyashin, who collapsed from exhaustion until she fainted while wielding a sword just before being transferred to the special ward.Her dedication to training seemed to have intensified in the meantime.Fifty.Surprisingly, she was doing push-ups while holding the bed frame.Tight-lipped, her fine face was as red as her hair.Influenced by Leciel's passion, other kids began standing upside down one by one.Minerva, seeing the spectacle, shuddered at the strangeness.I've seen them exaggerate when they say they're in pain...'Of course, there were some calm ones too.Where is the kitchen here?...It's currently 1 o'clock in the morning.Oh, then what time does it open?...The kitchen is not a restaurant!Shivering at Cuculli's audacity, Minerva finally realized.That's the hero for you.HEL SCANSJoin our Discord for release /invite/dbdMDhzWa2
