I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist

162. The two main characters (3)

Quaaang-!

The wind created a vortex, and the flow became a sharp blade. Arjen soared high into the sky as his entire body was ovulated. I could have put the sword down and finished it off in that state, but I didn’t. Drops of blood flew like a snowstorm. I raised a moderate amount of magic power and threw away drops of blood while watching Arjen fall with her whole body cut.

Kung.

The sound of the crash was not loud. It seemed that he was unprepared for the fall and had completely lost his strength. I cut a tendon moderately and severed a ligament. Even a simple blood loss would not be negligible. And just like that, the opening hours came to a close. The wings disappeared, and the training ring floating above her head was not maintained. I became a mere human and collapsed to the ground.

“[Illroy!]”

The pain came all at once. I gasped for breath, then vomited and vomited blood. My heart was beating wildly like a broken machine. For about 10 seconds, it ran wild like a hummingbird flapping its wings, and for the next 10 seconds, it was so quiet that I wondered if it was dead. As the symptoms alternated, I rolled on the floor bleeding from my mouth and nose.

“[Illroy… ! Wake up!]”

The holy sword’s mana permeated faintly. As if the blood flowing backwards was not enough through the nose and mouth, it also dripped down the eyes. Pain. No, is this pain? Just before I lost consciousness in something that far transcends my senses, the magical power of the holy sword flowed into me.

“[Illroy!]”

Breath is relieved.

I gasped at the sudden violent pressure of air that seemed to tear through my lungs, then finally spit it out. It wasn’t just breathing. I touched the rock with the back of my hand, wiping the blood that flowed down my chin.

“[Are you okay? Did you come to your senses?]”

“Please… Enough to eat, it hurts.”

“[I’m glad you’re not dead, Illroy. We just reached a really dangerous threshold.]”

A cold sweat broke out. It was fortunate that he did not lose consciousness. Just as Arjen was hurt, I was also hurt. I think the actual damage is probably much bigger for me. You should never hide that fact. I repeated that and tore off the cork of the potion I had stocked up for emergencies with my teeth. The potion’s unique sweet smell came up through the bottle.

How good would it be if a wound could be healed by drinking a bottle of this?

A potion worth ten thousand gold in a bottle, I poured it all into my mouth. Know. No potion can calm this pain or alleviate its symptoms. The meaningless, expensive and precious potion was in order to gain the strength to overcome the pain somehow.

“[Illroy.]”

The Holy Sword was worried about me. I’ve already given enough warnings, and nagged enough to put a scab on my ears. Even so, the Holy Sword is genuinely worried about me. I got up from her seat, fueled by her complex feelings for her. The training wheel that rises above her head gives her the strength to move.

“[I….]”

“It’s okay. Let’s go check him out.”

I spoke while stroking the corolla-shaped intaglio engraved on the hilt of the holy sword.

Soil and broken trees. I passed the exploded rocks and looked at Arjen, who had collapsed in the dirt. Arjen blinked her eyes and looked up at the sky. Judging from the cuts, it seemed that he was in a state where he could not force himself to get up. I thrust the holy sword into his throat and asked. Arjen glared at me with his venomous eyes.

“Why did you do this?”

“Do I have an obligation to answer that?”

“Who is behind you?”

“I should have told you the answer to that question a long time ago, but your memory seems to be a little short.”

That was a stupid question. Whether it was Arjen in the original work or Arjen here, Arjen Elmion was never the type to open his mouth to someone’s interrogation. So, I decided to ask a question that would stimulate this guy from the beginning.

“Where is the real Arjen now?”

Even though the tip of my sword slightly dug into the uvula, the murderous feeling in Arjen’s eyes did not subside. No, I think my question just touched his heart. This is because the miasma overflowed and began to take on the shape of a naturalized flower.

“Really?”

Koo Goo Goo Palace.

The ground is shaking little by little. Sympathizing with Arjen’s emotions, the mana in his body was running wild. Mana squeezes her space as if trying to kill me and tightens it.

“Did you say it was real? It seems like you can’t even tell what’s real and what’s fake right now?”

The ground rose. The soil soars. Do you still have that strength left?

“[…] It is not the power of that mercenary, Illroy.]”

Arjen’s whites are slowly turning black. The waves are rolling in. From the far horizon, a huge wave is rolling in to cover the sun and sky.

“You didn’t save the world! Intoxicated with the title of hero, he died without even knowing what was important. Were you a real hero in that world?”

Deuddeuk. Hard. The sound did not come from the ground, but came from Arjen’s body.

“I couldn’t stop it. To see the world perish by something I never thought of. He resented me for not doubting the obvious. And, I’ve come to correct him at all costs. In the meantime, really? Are you asking me what is real?”

My bones are twisted. Wounds do not heal. Instead, instead of blood, something dingy was seeping through the open cuts. It’s like a shadow coming out as material.

“I lament, champion. I hate myself for having to look at the end of the world, and I hate myself for having to be helpless at the end. So….”

A different ‘something’ overlapped Arjen’s voice.

“This time, I will face a different ending.”

Creepy.

I pulled his body back at the tingling sensation running down my spine.

“[Illroy!!]”

The holy sword urgently called me.

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“[You shouldn’t be eaten there… !]”

The Holy Sword’s voice has gone farther away. Should I raise my wings No, the heart doesn’t listen. There is no way to escape, no strength. My vision, no, the world was turning black. From the horizon visible beyond the flat-sharp mountains, the world is buried in darkness as if it were being eaten by moths.

“So, first of all, I have to take you, the most obstructive.”

Shoot ah-!

The sky was covered more than half and the sun was blocked. Into darkness, the world disappears. And when the horizon on the other side is plunged into pitch black darkness,

I opened my eyes again in a familiar sensation somewhere. It’s black And, although I was moving with my body, I couldn’t clearly feel any bodily sensations. I rubbed my hands and tried to raise mana.

“… Also.”

Mana didn’t happen. Not dead. This space, this sense. It was like an image world. I frowned and looked around. There was nothing around. Because this world was just an empty tongue locked in endless darkness. There was no up, no down, no left, no right. A normal person would go crazy the moment they opened their eyes in this space.

“The holy sword.”

I can’t hear the voice. Block? Is it not the same image space? Limbs are not visible It was only the rustling sound that made it possible to guess that they were wearing clothes. Where should I go? Does moving make sense? I closed and opened my eyes repeatedly, staring at the darkness.

Are you trying to lock it up here forever?

I frowned. I couldn’t understand the situation. If so, where did the existence that imprisoned me disappear? What about Arjen? As questions began to pile up one by one, someone walked in front of me. My eyesight was slowly opening up. And, I could see a person standing at the end of the darkness.

“Here you are.”

Arjen. A mercenary with black hair was slowly approaching me. I opened my eyes and faced him.

“Why are you looking so surprised, hero?”

I don’t feel hostility. Just standing there I silently pointed my finger at him and hesitated.

“You….”

“It is ‘real’. To use your words.”

Arjen smiled in vain as if he had heard everything. It was as if a grass had been broken, like someone who had been beaten several times. I broke the awkward silence and spoke first.

“What the hell is this place? It’s similar to image space, but it also seems to be something different.”

“Your guess is not wrong. This is definitely a space where images wander. I don’t know more than that. When I came to my senses, I was wandering around here. I don’t know how much time has passed.”

Arjen shrugged his shoulders.

“It seems to be real, but also not real. Beyond that, I don’t know.”

“What happened?”

Arjen sighed and looked at me. It was probably choosing a horse.

“As you may have heard, the stronghold of the demon worshipers was attacked by the Black Mist. To me, no, to the minds of the people there, it was an existence that was completely unknown, and it was an attack.”

“When you say attack, do you mean the attack on behalf of Bishop Andrew?”

“… It’s embarrassing to say that I was hit instead. I was thinking of repaying the debt of my heart. The result has changed much more disastrously, rather than being greeted instead.”

Arjen laughed and shook his head.

“… If you hadn’t been hit instead, it would have resulted in the bishop himself annihilating my men.”

“Then I could have stopped the bishop somehow. Hero, I do not need modest consolation.”

“Nobody would have expected that to happen.”

“A hero… , that doesn’t suit you. Like I said, you don’t need consolation. I didn’t do it for your approval or sympathy. The same goes for the Bakhtins when the comet falls. I always did what I thought I should do. Others can never intervene in that decision.”

The voice was firm.

“So, all of this is what I did as myself. You can think so The fact that people died, and the fact that you have become the way you are now.”

“I mean, it’s easy.”

Attitude as if he had suddenly become a docile sheep. I couldn’t get used to it and slightly frowned.

“So, what is the entity that ate your body?”

“… According to the words of the black mist, it was said that it was ‘the main character’. Maybe it wasn’t just one guy like me that entered my body.”

It felt like a stone had fallen in my heart, but I nodded my head without trying to express myself. He was really the original protagonist. How? I felt like I wanted to wrap my confused head around it.

Whether they are evil gods or good gods, weren’t they the beings that belonged to the original work? Then, what the hell is this world and I….

“… I don’t think it’s when we’re talking like this.”

At Arjen’s words, I turned my head. Something else stood at the edge of darkness. I forcibly cut the thought from my head. The presence that something exuded was unusual.

“Looking at it like that, it’s pretty disgusting.”

“The only thing that is the same is the appearance.”

“Because appearance is everything.”

Arjen. It seems to be the main character of the original. It seemed that there was no reason anymore. It emitted black demonic air from its eyes, and it stood facing us.

“This is not where you should be standing….”

The twisted Arjen said. I frowned, and Arjen snorted her funny. He didn’t seem to think it was worth answering.

“We’ll have to work together to catch that one.”

Arjen spoke first. When I looked at him with a surprised expression, Arjen also frowned.

“Am I still not good at grasping the situation?”

“Let’s speak a little more finely.”

You’re still teasing your tongue. I shook my head. Before I knew it, the sword was in Aren’s hand, and the sword was also in my hand.

“Can you follow me?”

“I guess I should ask.”

Arjen took his first step, and I moved my body to match.