Only the Party Members Returned, Not the Hero

15. A wizard who does not know how to handle mana (6)

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15.

Pliaote.

Pliaote.

I open my darkened eyes.

My darkened vision blankly clears up.

A tough grass root that gets caught on the tip of a foot that moved instinctively.

Ah, this is a meadow.

I shook my head from side to side to shake off my thoughts. The reason I came to the pasture is probably for training. Regular training keeps the body and mind healthy and makes gradual improvement in skills.

Maybe it was.

“… ….”

I drew my old sword and aimed it at the air.

What is attached to the tip of the sword is this world, or a forest, or a tree, or blue mana floating in the air.

I can see the thickness of the sword changing depending on what I decided to cut.

Mana permeates my body and breathes with her skin.

Old and cheap steel called a sword is dyed blue and finally allows it to fulfill its role as a sword.

The burnt-out handle also becomes soft like silk, and my grip becomes able to hold something firmly at this moment.

“Huh.”

I swung my sword.

Cut down an imaginary enemy without thinking.

As I move forward, I am constantly wary of my side and behind.

A single ray of wind flowing from his back, a single weed growing under his feet, and even the slightest movement of air pushed by the sharp edge of his sword are not missed.

There were no vanguard knights to protect my surroundings.

The repetition of monotonous swordsmanship makes it a good prey to pierce.

I took the loophole of the slash and blocked the rushing sword.

Enemy blades, magic, and curses pierce the empty space sharply. The stab wound on his side makes him frown, but he doesn’t stop.

Persevere.

There was no saint to heal my body with God’s blessing.

I step back. I bent down and lowered my vision, letting the attacks aimed at my head flow in the air.

It would be foolish to entrust oneself to the relentless waves of enemies. I retreated back for a while to catch my breath and poured my magic forward.

There was no magician who had to confuse the enemy from the rear.

I felt a sting on my forehead as if the sharp mana had brushed past.

I could have done it alone.

I had to do it alone.

I took a step forward again.

‘You don’t have to worry, anyway…. I’ll take care of everything.’

Elish’s voice came suddenly.

I looked around her to see if she had escaped from her quarters and got closer, but there was no one among the trees that had become dark.

I shook my head.

The person who solves the problem does not exist in a hero’s life.

‘I am your knight. Because I have a duty to make you a place to rest.’

Tania Ergenuk.

She never turned her back on me.

There is no resting place in the life of a warrior.

‘I love you.’

El Porzesca.

Every time I was hurt, the healing magic I performed with a displeased expression restored my body and ate away my spirit. The love of the goddess she wishes for was subordinate, bondage, and prejudice to me.

Love does not exist in a warrior’s life.

“… ….”

A sudden death.

I was only concerned about those things, so I couldn’t keep up with the swords of the group of imaginary enemies.

My body and sword stand still.

The reverberation of blue mana has long since disappeared, and the imaginary enemies and monsters that attacked me began tearing my body apart.

While facing death, what came to my mind- the faces of three women.

And the face statues of father, mother, and the goddess I saw somewhere.

My face reflected in the mirror at the end, the kingdom’s only commoner hero, the son of an apostate.

A portrait of a humble warrior who is not trusted by anyone.

A faint restraint written on my face.

So why am I?

I felt a little welcome to the death that I usually wanted to avoid with my teeth clenched like that.

“Ellen.”

The training of thought is broken by an unexpected voice.

I am brought back from the dead. Time goes backwards and the torn body returns to its original form.

My sword must have already fallen to the floor. I feel a cool breeze in my sweaty hands.

I turned my head to where the voice came from.

A woman with fluffy dark gray hair, black eyes, a pale face, and a black wizard robe similar to her hair, looking at me with wide-open eyes.

That boring face.

Elish Charlotte.

She strode towards me.

He seemed angry.

***

“Plea-… Ote….”

Nyarish Karte, sitting on a huge chair at the top of the hemp tower, makes her strange pronunciation.

Although the magic of her five syllables that flowed smoothly over her tongue was a first for her.

The Archmage’s Jjambab didn’t go anywhere, so I was able to easily find out the existence and reason for the magic.

“The prohibition of the spirit. By the way, the activation condition is voluntary.”

The voice that ran through Nia’s red lips became letters and hovered in the air.

The letters hovering in the air become the shape of mana and float a mask.

A translucent, forbidden sign that cannot be discerned by non-advanced wizards.

“The period is once every 15 days, resetting, blanking, and with a high probability of losing the user’s memory.”

Nia began to read all of her information just by looking at the magic that looked like an ordinary mask with her own eyes.

“Emotional blunting.”

“Breaking out of rapport.”

“Peace of mind.”

“Headache.”

“Hearing hallucinations, hallucinations.”

Nia knew of a country that used similar prohibitions in a world where war was commonplace a long time ago – before kingdoms were destroyed and re-established three times.

Some people use it to control their hearts that have been devastated by a long war life, someone uses it to clear up the past where they live in sorrow because they can’t forget the death of a family member, and someone uses it to wield a sword more courageously on the battlefield. Did.

Those who use this taboo should be able to live like a normal person, burying all their wounds.

If the restraint is lifted and it can be re-activated, if only it endures that short period of time.

That’s why this ban was called that.

Plea- Ote.

Cure-Mask.

Treatment was actually more like a terrible joke. No one called ‘cure’ to kill emotions or lose memory in order to live a normal life.

However, for those who needed pliaote because they couldn’t see any effect at all.

It was clearly a mask of healing.

“Ellen.”

Nia calls his name.

“… Until the moon goes down, he should be alone.”

***

A dazzling full moon bathes Ellen’s head.

Today is the first day of the longest full moon.

I thought so.

“Ellen.”

Until Elish gets mad at himself.

“Why are you swinging your sword like that?”

“… ….”

“Yes, I will say that I do not know much about swords. Why do you use magic that way?”

“Why is that?”

Ellen took one look at Elish, her sweaty face, then turned her gaze forward.

“Why is that?”

Elish was angry.

It’s not because of Ellen’s attitude that she seems to ignore her, but because of his magic and sword that she doesn’t seem to think of.

It’s more twisted than Ellen’s swordsmanship that Elish had been terribly watching at the warrior school, and it’s changed to the point of wondering if he’s really possessed by some monster.

The ideal pursued by his sword seemed so faded.

“Where have all the things you have learned so far gone? Where did all the mindset to use magic I taught you go? You can’t even know yourself. You are so talented that you can never know. How recklessly you are using mana right now-“

Elish strode towards Ellen.

“Magic, magic shouldn’t be used that way. If you can’t center yourself, Mana will never show you what you want!”

Elish’s voice, which had become extremely strict, shouted at Ellen.

Ellen looked down at Elish with her sunken eyes, as if she couldn’t understand.

“Isn’t it enough to be able to use it strongly?”

“What?”

Elish felt unfamiliar with Ellen since yesterday.

It wasn’t the usual way of making jokes and treating them casually.

As if, just by being there.

As if being stabbed by thousands of arrows just for standing here.

Painfully, Ellen looked at herself.

“What is the meaning of magic? Elish. Don’t we explore strength in order to kill more monsters and kill more soldiers?”

Being a hero was a bridle for Ellen.

I didn’t enjoy any part.

Just quickly defeat the demon and prove her father’s innocence by throwing the warrior’s mark in front of the pope along with the demon’s head.

I want to become a person who is not pursued by anyone and who does not have to be responsible for anything.

“No matter how you use mana or how you hold the sword is important, damn it. What does it matter? To me.”

Because she thinks her own father is not an apostate.

To prove that, all I have to do is kill the demon myself.

“Anyway, I am a traitor to you guys, but I am just a person with no conscience who has to choose a goddess. Since we don’t have to see each other, isn’t it okay to live like people who don’t exist?”

Regression.

Love after regression.

The changes of the girls who saw me that I didn’t know.

“So let’s just do it.”

I’ll even act for you if you want.

So, I will do my best until I drink it quickly.

After that, pretend I don’t exist.

Like I’ve always been.

The moonlight stung his eyes painfully.