Encounters in the wrong place: Heroes of the world

Chapter 172

Abby Mitheus had a dream.

It was a fragment of memory placed in the distance, which should not have been remembered.

“I want to sing your narrative poem.” Thousands of years ago, when Olympia was not yet closed in the name of the Holy Domain, a blind poet visited.

He plucked the strings of the harp with his technically clumsy fingertips, and he supposedly mixed in with the help of others.

In front of Abby Metheus, whose eyes were cloudy, the poet smiled and said, “How can you be that you are not appreciated by all?” I hope you will let me sing your story. ”

But Abby Metheus met many of these guys who not only exploited, but also belittled and ridiculed him, and maliciously smeared his story as a scandal and spread it around the world.

In this way, how can the population possibly appreciate him?

Although this poet was the first to visit Abemiah, Epimetheus felt that he, like other ill-intentioned guys, directly rejected the poet’s request in anger.

“It’s a pity, it’s a pity! But since you said so, there is nothing to do. The poet said, “I will definitely come here again.” Will definitely see you again. When the time comes, I hope you will let me sing your story to my heart’s content—”

As a result, the poet was again a liar. He never appeared again in front of Abby Mitheus.

…… However, maybe –

Abomitheus recalled the boy who had been crushed by his own strength, and who, like the poet, had pupils like crimson gems—

What is the name of that poet? Argo?

The kindness of others, who had not cared about before, the gifts given to him by the inhabitants of Olympia, and the praise of the witch Illya’s experience, Abemiasius suddenly remembered them all.

“What a rather boring dream,” Abemiah complained, heading toward the hills where he could see the entire city of Olympia overlooking the sea.

The filthy flame should have been successfully purified.

The flames that fell from the sky have disappeared.

He is not a god, and his body, which has been eroded by flames for three thousand years, is coming to an end.

The burnt flame is already doomed to where to go. Presumably, it won’t be long before his body turns into ashes and disappears into this world.

However, Abby Mitheus still has a place to go-

He recalled the white-haired swordsman who had defeated him, and realized how ridiculous his idea of trying to defeat the One-Eyed Dragon with [Filthy Fire] was.

Abby Mitheus couldn’t remember exactly, when was the last time he lost like this? But, quite incredibly, he felt much more relaxed in his chest.

The things that had settled in his heart had disappeared, and he seemed to have eliminated some of the burdens.

He had always thought that the filthy flame was a mirror reflecting the Nether, but looking back now, maybe it was a mirror reflecting his own heart-

Abby Metheus finally reached the top of the mountain, which was so empty that there were only a few weeds growing sporadically.

He smiled bitterly in frustration, “… Long time no see, Lindwood …”

The tomb he personally built here for his comrades was swept into the flames and dissipated long ago, and now only an empty wilderness remains.

“What did I leave behind in these hands?” Abby Metheus asked himself, looking at his hands.

If I were a little stronger than the adventurer and a little stronger in my faith, would I be able to make many changes?

“…… It’s still too fragile. Abemiasius recalled the way the swordsman stood up again and again, covered in scales and wounds and still fighting with himself, and couldn’t help but feel a little envious.

“—Abby Metheus.”

“……！” Abby Metheus looked behind him, was it Illya? No, this Kamui ——!

“You… You are…”

So it was, it turned out that Illya was—she was—

“…… You are Prometheus. Abby Metheus said, “Huh… For a while, I also doubted Leia, wondered if she was Prometheus…”

“You’re pretty dull, Abby Mitheus. It’s really blind. Prometheus’ face was a little sentimental, “You’re just a mortal, not a hero at all… But you are on this hill, praying constantly for the salvation of others. Although you have tasted the pain of powerlessness more than anyone else, you still work hard for the world… That’s why I gave you the [Flame Vulture]. It is because of you that you have the means to protect this land for three thousand years. ”

“I see you fighting and I hope you can rest. I hope you get what you deserve…”

“…… I hate you. Abby Mitheus said firmly in a weak voice.

“I know.”

“…… I hate you. ”

“Of course I understand.”

“I thought… All the things I have been doing are meaningless…”

Prometheus’ gaze rested on Abby Metheus, both guilty and distressed.

“…… But, in the end… To be able to meet the guy who is more determined than me and the new hero… It’s wonderful…”

Abby Metheus turned his back to the Lord God.

By now, he didn’t know what expression he should use to face his Lord God. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

It’s like a child who resembles his own parents. Abby Metheus and Prometheus are equally hopelessly timid and clumsy.

The sky in the distance is thousands of miles away – the sky is about to light.

For him, the beginning of the day used to be so hateful, but now it is so beautiful-

“…… The story is in a loop. Prometheus finally spoke again, “The trajectory you once felt humble and sad through… Maybe it’s already someone’s hope. ”

“I probably don’t have the qualifications to say that… But only I, the god, can say this, so I’m going to say—”

The sound of the waves is still there, and the new sunrise is shining in the east, bringing great light to the world——

“- Abby Mitheus, your story was not in vain.”

“——。” The words stuck in Abby Mitheus’s throat, “… I hate you the most. ”

“Hmm.”

5.0“…… I hate you the most! Abby Mitheus’s voice was tinged with weeping.

“Hmm.”

“Your existence is really annoying!”

“…… Sorry, Abby Mitheus. ”

“…… Thank you, Lord Shinsen. ”

“……！”

The breeze blows, like a simple funeral song, the grass swaying, as if a group of people waving to their best friends——

“……… Are you gone? Abby Mettheus. ”

No one answered.

The man was alone on the hills shrouded in the morning sun, like an old man left behind, but his feet stood straight-

The ending is accompanied by great regret and regret, and a little redemption.

He stood and died –

The story of three thousand years of heroes walking, finally – this is the end.

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