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

40 . ■■’S Blow

“Dad?”

Without knowing anything, Elia, who was stroking my thighs and sending her tempting glances, called me with a very serious voice, perhaps feeling an unusual energy.

“Why?”

Elia gave me one glance, then moved to the newspaper I was holding.

The contents of the main text written under the headline written in a big size on the front were written in a calm tone expressing condolences for the destruction of the village and what the cause was, but the content decorating the end of the main text caught my eye. There was only one line written that captivated me.

「 Helga, a former member of the hero’s party, passed away. She died at the age of 27. 」

The moment I saw that passage, my hand holding the newspaper trembled.

Helga is dead?

The party he hated so much. I imagined their end countless times in my head, and even thought of revenge myself, but I had never pushed her to her death.

When she heard the news of her death, her denial at first surged.

‘Are you lying? Yes, even newspapers often have misinformation.’

But she remembered Helga, who wished for her own death.

Thinking that this detached appearance was the last, nausea rose from within.

I set it down on the table like throwing a newspaper and headed for the bathroom.

I opened the toilet lid, held her by the edge, and vomited out what was inside.

Every time the bitter gastric juice turned inside out, tears welled up in the corners of my eyes.

I have never hoped for an end like this. Just failing the subjugation, becoming a beggar or being ignored by people, that was the little revenge I wanted from them.

But he died? So desperately? Are you planting such dirty memories in me?

Before I knew it, Elia standing behind me made a tearing sound.

“Dad!?”

As Elia’s voice, close to screaming, grew louder, the children who were still sleeping in the room came out in a hurry without even rubbing their eyes.

I opened my mouth, waving my hand as if it were okay to the children who were looking at me with worried eyes.

“Gwa, it’s okay. Dad’s fine, so everyone can rest in the living room… Wow!”

Even after I was told to go, the children came to my side, patted me on the back, and cried along with me, as if they were sympathetic to my feelings.

But this gloomy world without light didn’t even give me a moment to rest, and it was raging like a typhoon.

Bang! The door shatters with a sound, and a familiar voice pierces my ears.

“There are people in a town like this.”

A familiar voice, I spat into the toilet, wiped my mouth moderately, and quickly went out into the living room.

“Why are you here….”

No, that’s not what’s important.

Cassandra’s hands held her hair, Rihanna covered in blood as she moaned in pain.

Rihanna murmured as she stretched out her hand to me with her bloody eyes.

“Ugh… Ain, escape….”

Kwajik!

Cassandra pinned her to the ground while Rihanna was speaking her words, and trampled her neck with her heel as she was.

Rihanna’s screams of pain echoed through the house.

Even while hearing her screams, her body doesn’t move.

A wizard I never wanted to face as an enemy, her hostility was towards me.

The body frozen in fear erased the option of running away from her mind.

Cassandra said in a cold voice as she rubbed her Rihanna’s shoe, which had trampled on her neck, roughly like putting out her cigarette.

“Ah, that is noisy. Do you have time to worry about others while you’re running after them?”

“You… !”

Assuming that this was enough, Cassandra took off her shoes, brushed off his hands, and moved closer to me.

Seeing her crescent-shaped eyes gave me goosebumps all over her body.

“Are you really alive than that? She was dubious when she heard it from Helga, but she was a little surprised. How did you come to live in that forest? Well, that’s not what’s important.”

Cassandra, who didn’t even give me a chance to speak and poured out her own words, held out her hand to me and said.

“I don’t need anyone else but you anyway. Ain, I’ll say it just once. Come back to our party.”

What bullsh*t is this?

Come and make Rihanna look like that, and give me a party?

After a little pause, I finally answered.

“… What do you mean by that?”

I pretended to be as calm as possible, but my voice trembled.

Cassandra tilted her head in disapproval and forcibly pulled my hand.

“No, Leon hasn’t been feeling very well since the day you left? So, why don’t you become an obedient slave for me and Leon again? I will share all the honor and money you so longed for this time.”

I clenched my fists. He squeezed so hard that blood dripped from his fingernails digging into his flesh and dripped to the floor.

Cassandra grinned, looking straight at me.

“Why? No? Do you want Rihanna and the elves behind you to look like Helga?”

“The same as Helga? I hope you… !”

Instead of answering my question, Cassandra put on a fishy smile.

Cold, sticky eyes of a predator, as if a snake were wrapped around the body.

I unknowingly punched her at her. It was the maximum resistance that a person who was eaten could do, but even that did not work.

Cassandra closed her eyes and shook her head.

“It’s pitiful.”

That was the last thing I heard.

Her fists were blocked by the magic barrier surrounding Cassandra, and the barrier was a structure in which the power I exerted was increased and returned.

Tung! My body bounced off with a sound, passed the sofa, crashed into the wall, and flowed to the floor.

My head is dizzy. I didn’t faint as unsightly as before, but I didn’t have any strength in my fingers. It was only then that it became a burden.

At that time, Elia blocked the gap between me and Cassandra.

I shouted to Elia in a voice close to sobbing.

“No, run away!”

Certainly, I judged them to have the strength of a hero based on my personal opinion, but that was just a subjective opinion.

Dalian and battle are completely different. Cassandra’s experience of reaching this place after crossing countless limbs could never be ignored.

Even if Elia was superior in her overall abilities, she could never push her daughter to death.

Cassandra is mankind’s strongest mage, and even if she faces it with her desperate determination, she must be prepared to be broken or cut off somewhere.

She looked at Elia curiously and opened her mouth.

“Hoho, are you that elf? Certainly, the feeling is a little different from that of the other idiot elves. But you don’t see me on the same level as Helga, do you? You can’t satisfy me like this, can you?”

Elia stopped in front of me and didn’t even respond to Cassandra’s words. She looked back at me with a sad expression on her face.

“Dad, I’m sorry. We… I was cheating on her dad a little bit.”

“… What?”

Stella and Olivia gently pressed my shoulders as I tried to step forward and stop Elia.

“You’ll find out later. Dad….”

As soon as the words were finished, an indigo-colored tattoo appeared on Elia’s forehead.

The pattern that started on her forehead spread to Elia’s temples and under her eyes, covering her entire body.

The patterns, written in an unreadable language, had properties similar to those of war paint applied by barbarians going into battle.

Elia’s blue eyes were radiating magical energy as if sparks were burning.

In a series of changes, Cassandra was taking a step backwards before she knew it.

“… What is this.”

The vibrating magic was shaking even the earth at will.

Cassandra’s pupils shake.

Her instincts give a warning.

The elf in front… No? Can we call this an elf?

There are certainly limits inherent in elves.

Existence capable of possessing such magical power is limited. This is clear….

‘No, that doesn’t make sense, does it? This will go down in history… !’

Right now, even thinking about it is a luxury.

Cassandra channeled all of her magical energy and aimed at the monster in front of her.

The green vicious mana that began to gather at her fingertips, the mana that could erase a village, was condensed and gathered only for the purpose of killing Elia.

However, it never happened that Cassandra’s full-powered attack reached Elia.

Elia simply swung her arm to parry her magic that was shooting at her body. She does it lightly, like when playing with Ain and a small ball.

Elia took a step forward and said in a cold voice.

“Could this be the end?”

A voice that seems to resonate directly in the brain, not in the ears.

Elia spread her palms and began to gather her strength.

Even as an outsider in magic, I could feel a clear difference in the whirlwind magic power in her palm. A thick concentration of magic power that could treat Cassandra as mere ‘someone’ was spreading viciously.

“I’m sorry, but my dad will be worried if I procrastinate.”

She quenched the magic spread in her palm by clenching her fist.

Her extinguished magic soon spread to the whole body of Elia’s arms, and the ugly shining blue magic began to spread to the whole of Elia’s right arm.

It was a blink of an eye.

Elia swung her arm sideways.

The air splits with a blue flash. A fleeting blow that cuts even space.

There is no blind spot. A death sentence that inflicts absolute death on both living and inanimate objects.

Cassandra’s head fell to the floor between the collapsing boundary between heaven and earth.