I Was Kicked Out of the Hero Party and the Elves I Raised Are Obsessed With Me

27 . Slayer’s Words (1) *

As Olivia said, it was Stella who came to see Helga early in the morning before dawn.

She moved carefully, not even making a small sound, so that Ain wouldn’t wake up.

Stella, who came to Helga’s room, looked her in the eyes and stopped her words.

“Yeah, even if you’ve been healed, this is serious. What the hell did you say to Olivia? She’s the type of guy who laughs at every insult she gets. Oh, did she even say that she threw it away?”

Stella looked into Helga’s left eye, which Olivia had crushed and vaguely regenerated, and spoke her nonchalantly as if she were not her own.

She can’t drink, and Helga spends time with her sober eyes.

She barely opened her mouth with parched lips.

“Are you here to kill me too?”

Stella sat down on Helga’s bed as naturally as Olivia had.

“I just came to talk. Don’t stare like that Coming out like that makes me want to gouge out both of her eyes?”

Helga giggled at Stella’s threats, who opened her mouth playfully.

“Conversation… I have nothing to talk about with you. Didn’t you come to hurt me just like that bitch? Quickly relieve stress and go away.”

No one was upset when the dog on her leash barked. Stella answered with a relaxed smile and asked while groping her body.

“My dad, why did you betray me? If we get an acceptable answer, at least we’ll try to shorten the period of suffering.”

To Stella’s question, Helga couldn’t readily give her answer.

Why grandiose? Unspeakable Ejaculation? It wasn’t like that.

There really was no reason. She knew exactly what role Ain was playing in the party, but she just silently followed when Leon brought her out to abandon Ain.

The other party members, especially Cassandra, badly scolded Ain, so she only heard a few curse words along with her.

There is a saying that silence is positive, but in the current situation, it is only poison.

Stella’s voice began to gain a little strength as Helga was speechless, lying on her bed, staring at her ceiling.

“Isn’t it? My dad had no idea that you guys would share the honor of catching the demon king. He said he was well forgotten and that she was not to be recorded anywhere. But do you know why I followed you around and took care of the dirty work?”

At dawn, only the sound of grass insects and the shouts of drunken men were still heard on the street.

In the meantime, Helga’s voice never mingled.

Helga rolled her pupils and she looked alternately between Stella’s face and her ceiling.

What was contained in that action was doubt and indifference at the same time.

Stella let out a long sigh and squeezed Helga’s wrists with her cold eyes.

“Yes, you guys, who always prioritize their safety, can’t understand the sadness of the weak.”

An ominous power rode through Helga’s wrists and spread throughout her body.

“A simple country man who lived only by helping others is chosen by the warriors to carry their burdens? There can be enough Of course, there are not only good porters like Dad in this world. There are certainly scumbags who secretly steal the hero’s woman, train as an assistant, or covet honor or property. But my dad isn’t that kind of trash, is he? Was the father you saw like that? Probably not There is only one reason why Dad followed you around. I just wanted to see the martial arts that I only heard in the bard’s song right in front of me, and hope that their journey would be a little easier with my own insignificant ability, and after all the journeys were over, I would spend the rest of my life quietly laughing and chatting about stories and memories with you guys as a snack.”

Stella clenched her fists. The more I talked about her, the more I felt that her child’s sadness was conveyed to her.

“You… Do you feel guilty about my father?”

Helga answered briefly, avoiding Stella and her eyes.

“Well, I don’t even remember now. I’m not in a position where I have to know every porter’s circumstances, right? And guilt? Does a porter need to feel that way?”

It’s not like Olivia’s going wild, but Stella’s mind was barely suppressing her desire to kill Helga with her reason.

“Really? But this is not the answer I want.”

After a brief conversation, Stella tightened her grip on Helga’s wrist.

Helga’s wrist snapped in a grotesque way, as if a thin twig was carelessly breaking under her feet.

I didn’t even have the energy to scream anymore.

Helga, shortly after her regeneration, clenched her lips with her teeth, her awkward senses, and she trembled like a dying insect.

When Stella finally let go of her hand, Helga still had a sneer on her face.

“Aren’t you going to kill me anyway? If my screams bring joy to you, I will desperately endure them.”

A normal human would have completely collapsed after writhing in her pain, or would have grabbed Stella or another Elf by the crotch of her pants and begged. The words of warriors who transcend human categories, finally, Rihanna’s words about their qualities were coming to life.

But she was not intimidated.

“Kill? We don’t kill people anyway. It will only give you more pain than dying.”

“Yes, like now, for example.”

Stella broke her Helga’s fingers one by one. She makes light, effortless gestures, like picking flowers by the roadside, but her Helga’s fingers begin to twist in a direction they should never have broken.

Wood Deuk – At the same time as the sound was uncomfortable to hear, saliva mixed with pain began to flow under Helga’s chin.

“You say that archery is your specialty? I will never be able to hold a bow again with a hand like this.”

She said, looking at her own broken finger with her dejected gaze.

“It’s a bow, so it’s not bad to never be able to hold it again. Because I don’t deserve that in the first place.”

Helga said with a self-deprecating cynicism.

At the perfect timing to talk about the old days, Stella grabbed her cheek roughly and opened her mouth.

“I don’t know about your circumstances. You haven’t been subjected to strange magic like a doggie, and no matter how much I think about it, there’s no reason to let you live.”

“If my death could be the only atonement for them… I am happy to accept it.”

“They? Well, that’s okay If it’s too late, Dad might wake up, so I’ll stop here for today. Oh, I need to apply the medicine. It’s hard for me to say something strange.”

Stella took a vial from her bosom and poured it on her finger, just as Olivia did.

Dark smoke rose from Helga’s fingers along with the characteristic sound of burning flesh and the smell of cooking meat.

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I barely woke up, but I felt like I couldn’t enjoy the festival properly. I lightly stroked Stella’s hair in my arms and got up from her seat to change her clothes.

While the children were by my side chatting happily, my nerves were focused on Helga in the next room.

I didn’t expect to have such a meeting at a festival where I came to have a good time with my children.

In order to properly enjoy the festival and instill pleasant memories in the children, it was necessary to cut off this knot completely.

Certainly, I thought I had abandoned it that day, and I was still haunted by the embarrassing feelings to even call it friendship.

A soft person, an infinitely soft person. It goes in when you press it with your finger, and it never returns to its original shape… The owner of such weak feelings.

That was my portrait.

When Helga opened the door and entered her room, there was a strange smell of medicine and a fishy smell of blood.

As I approached her, I swallowed my breath and asked.

“What, what’s wrong with you?”

There are no special wounds, but Helga’s complexion is not much better than before, and she was moaning as if she were about to die.

“Did I tell you? The elves you raise are like this. Aren’t those bastards not normal in the first place? How many times have they dug out my eyes, broken my fingers, and pierced my flesh. If this isn’t a crazy bitch then what is? You are so pitiful Destined to live under the same roof as those demons.”

Yesterday and today, she was only preoccupied with making me feel bad by mentioning my daughters. How can I stimulate myself while lying in bed? It made me wonder if that was the only thought that came to mind.

Her fists were tightly packed, but she finally took a deep breath. I wanted to mess with her mouth like yesterday, but even violence was a luxury.

It wasn’t trash enough to hit the patient in the first place. If she was in a good state, she wanted to strangle her right away, punch her face with her fists, and tell her to recant what she just said.

Helga clenched her teeth, she let out her laugh as she watched me barely control her anger, then she said.

“Just kidding. Well, because I was tied up all the time, my mind went back and forth… It seems to be.”

Helga let out a long sigh and brought her up, hushing her words.

“Ain, this could be the last time, so listen to my old story.”

Will you listen? She didn’t ask politely, but listened with a coercive attitude. Besides, does that make sense in this situation? Tied up for days, unable to eat properly, I couldn’t even think of the words uttered by a person with skin and bone in contact.

However, I couldn’t help but feel curious at the same time that it could be the last time.

Helga has never spoken about herself in the past. When she tried to create an air of boasting about her past achievements, she slipped away and disappeared.

Before she could say anything, Helga took her silence as an affirmation and she started talking straight away.

“I was a mercenary in the past. A fairly famous mercenary who can complete any impossible request for money. Now I am changing my name and face, but I am living my life.”

“That day was no different than usual. An order to go and slaughter a small village in the forest that hides a man who plotted treason against the kingdom. The problem isn’t that. That town was my hometown. It must have been a test of me, who was making a name for himself as a mercenary. He made me do it on purpose to see if I had any human feelings left and if I had the qualifications to live as a mercenary. Besides, you know It is not a mere felony to conspire against the kingdom. Destroy the three generations, kill the people related to them, and kill the people related to them… It is a sin so severe that you will never again think of treason.”

“That’s why I didn’t have any inspiration. I casually set fire to the village where I grew up and played, and shot and killed everyone who came out one by one. I don’t know if it’s because they’re acquaintances, such as the friend I played with when I was young, the lady who complimented me on how pretty I was, but I think I spent it painlessly. Because it pierced the heart or the head.”

Dark stories that I couldn’t bear to say came out of Helga’s mouth and tickled my ears.

As if it wasn’t her job, Helga continued her story in a calm voice that reminded me of myself reading her children’s book.

“When the last one was left, unfortunately, the arrows ran out. I took the dagger at my waist, approached the terrified man, and immediately decapitated him.”

Helga paused there for a moment.

“Do you know who that last person was? It was my grandmother who raised me.”

Stop, I wanted to say stop now, but my lips won’t come off.

The air in her room grew heavier with every word Helga uttered.

“So did you have any regrets? It wasn’t then. Because if I don’t kill these people, I’ll die, so there’s no way I’m related to them. But she belatedly found out that it was a misunderstanding. There was no one who planned to rebel against the kingdom in the first place, and it was the plan of the top leaders who were jealous and afraid of me. Did you think that destroying my hometown on your own like that would destroy your mind?”

She said her words to that point, and Helga smiled as if she was dumbfounded.

“Of course you can’t just leave those bastards who cheated on me, can you? I destroyed the mercenary group I was in, and lived a wandering life for a while. Without affiliation or purpose. Only then did I see the faces of the people I had killed during my mercenary life? Not only the people in my hometown, but also the first request I had blood on my hands. The images of the dead, stained with blood, with broken heads, scattered limbs, and arrows all over their bodies, follow me. It was alcohol that made me forget the pain. I think I drank alcohol almost like drinking water from then on. At that time, I just couldn’t see them. I forcibly smiled, forcibly showed a bright appearance, and forcibly raised the mood. I felt like I would be swallowed up by them otherwise.”

After being silent for a while, I finally opened my mouth.

“Did you meet us along the way?”

Instead of answering, Helga gave her a small nod.

“But why are you saying this now? Since I have my own story, do you feel sorry for me and ask for forgiveness? Helga, if that’s the case, you’ve got it wrong. Rather, I have no choice but to look at you with a worse gaze. No matter what you do, you are a slayer who has killed dozens or hundreds of people, and that label will continue to follow you. I feel pitiful for not knowing that fact and longing for you in the past.”

This time I shook my head slowly.

“I didn’t even think of that. I wanted to hold onto my body, which would soon die anyway, and complain to someone. You don’t have to give it meaning like that.”

Lying back on her back and looking up at her ceiling, Helga exhaled deeply and smiled contentedly.

“I think I realized for the first time today that it’s better to tell someone than to hold on to yourself and suffer. If I had known this would happen, I would have talked to you a bit more when I was at the party. Why was Rihanna sticking close to you and chatting with you… I understand.”

Helga, who had been looking at her ceiling, shifted her gaze to me this time.

She only had one eye left, but the will within it was something I could never fathom.

“Ahin, don’t think of forgiving me out of stupid feelings. Even if it wasn’t my will to abandon you in the woods that day, it’s true that I stood by the sidelines. Well, it didn’t really matter if you died, but seeing you live like this and get revenge on me… It’s kind of fun.”

Needless to say, she had no intention of forgiving.

And is it fun?

It seemed that a fight to the death of the weak was accepted as a game by the strong.

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Forgive me, it seemed that those words were far from me.

The slightest bit of sympathy I had for Rihanna didn’t bloom for Helga.

My already wounded and distorted heart will not be comforted by any words from her.

Moreover, she was convinced by the past history she had just revealed herself.

According to the slayer, it must be completed with his own death.