I Became a Hero With a Lot of Experience - Chapter 50



50 – 050: Demonic Sword (3)

“Warrior… What on earth are you talking about?”

Trying to preserve every bit of his strength, Ras asked the warrior carefully.

It hadn’t been a day or two since Ras didn’t understand the warrior’s words, but this time, he simply couldn’t comprehend it.

Even if Ras didn’t know anything else, he was confident about one thing.

Claire is not a virgin.

Respected teacher or not, Claire, whose dissolute private life Ras could not respect, was nothing short of a disgrace even to him.

He had been tempted several times but refused out of fear of falling ill.

Unlike the warrior who claimed not to discriminate between virgins and non-virgins in words, Ras, a human being, reacted this way in reality.

Having heard about Claire’s promiscuous s*x life during a drinking session, Yuria (Experience Points: 7) even suggested that she could write a thesis about it; that should be more than enough to say.

“Master… She is not a virgin. This is something I can vouch for…!!”

Although Ras confidently asserted with no one around to hear, the hesitation in the warrior’s heart did not disappear.

“I-I know too…!!”

Based on the warrior’s conjecture, Claire seemed to be a rag even in the eyes of a hero.

Unable to endure when he saw her scratching her side and occasionally biting her lower body, he almost raised his lance.

Furthermore, when he saw her imitating the style of a cunning man who steals other men’s women, the hero was convinced that she was a super rag that appears once in a millennium.

“All senses except sight are calling her a virgin!! But these eyes and soul!!! They are calling her a virgin!!!”

Pointing towards Claire, who had flown far away, the hero said, “Who the hell are you!!!”

Slowly rising to her feet in response to that question, Claire smiled and said, “Unpleasant… You really noticed.”

Something distinctly different from what Claire usually harbored, a foreign mana, advanced towards them.

Disregarding corpses in her path and trampling over them, her appearance was truly befitting of the name “demon.”

“Commander Shabria’s subordinate. Demon Sword Valac.”

Her ability was to seize the body of an intoxicated inspector.

However, if the hero had a strong divine power, using this method against a hero would instead turn him into an ordinary weapon, unable to take the initiative.

On the other hand, although Claire was a powerful inspector, she did not possess much divine power, making her the optimal body.

The moment Claire seized Valac’s body, the mana emitted from Valac invaded Claire’s body and instantly took control.

Now, the human named Claire no longer existed.

Even if Claire were to be separated from Valac’s body without any injuries, a body once dominated would never return to its original owner.

Stating this fact indifferently, Las, amid the hero’s curses, bit down on another reason for the hero’s misery.

The soul of a virgin was trapped in the impure flesh of a non-virgin.

Is there a more tragic event than this?

“Get out of that body right now!! That body is not a good thing!!”

“Hero… Isn’t it time to make such jokes…!! Kuk!!”

As the hero desperately shouted, Valac instantly approached, kicked Las’s body away, and swept it off.

As Las flew, accompanied by groans conveying agony just by listening, Valac continued to swing the sword towards the hero.

“Ugh!!”

The force Claire exerted, having gripped so many tree roots, exceeded imagination.

Feeling a sensation in his arm more than several times stronger than when blocking Veriel’s shield, it was a feeling of bones creaking.

It was no longer at a level where one could be called human. There was no other way to describe it than a human-like orangutan wearing a human’s disguise.

“Heard it from Shabria.”

Continuing his sword strikes, Valac said.

“The pure-hearted warrior weakens when facing a maiden, they say. Can you defeat a maiden?”

I don’t know.

Having never entertained such dreadful thoughts, the warrior did not have an answer to the question.

Without waiting for the warrior’s response, Balak continued his attack.

Even though strengthened with divine power, it was evident that the shield would not hold up for long, so the warrior dodged backward.

This was the best course of action unless he could strike the maiden immediately.

As the warrior evaded, Balak pursued, and after several exchanges, Balak seemed to tire.

As if determined to end everything with this one strike that could not be avoided, Balak leaped high into the sky.

The gathered magical energy in the dark sword emitted an eerie light, enveloped in an enormous heat reminiscent of the sun.

Was this something that couldn’t be avoided?

As Balak soared high into the sky, the warrior, for the first time, assumed an attacking stance.

“Virgin Bullet!!!”

A technique devised to mimic the effects of Growth in a situation where it couldn’t be used.

As the bullets of light shot from the tip of the spear, Balak, seemingly contemptuous, swung the dark sword towards the projectiles.

Unaware that it was a misguided judgment.

“Fool!! Evade!!”

In the midst of the ridiculous spectacle where the attacker shouted at the attacked to dodge, the dark sword and the bullets of light collided.

The warrior’s attack, condensed to the limits of divine power, and the attack of a mere officer’s dark sword.

There was no need to mention which one won.

As the bullets of light shattered the blade of the dark sword and tore through Balak’s left arm, he screamed in agony.

“Kuuaaagh!!”

“Are you okay?!”

The words of concern the warrior offered to the falling Balak.

As the warrior approached to examine Balak’s injuries, suddenly, Ras, who had recovered, rushed in and swung his sword down towards the fallen Balak.

-Clang!!

However, the sword did not reach Balak; it was blocked by the warrior’s shield.

“What are you doing, sir knight?! He’s no longer…!! He’s not our master!! He’s a demon we must defeat!!”

“But she’s a maiden!! We must not kill a maiden!!”

“No, now is not the time for such words…!!”

“Kuk!!”

While exchanging such a conversation, Velac’s sword, which had healed body and blade in an instant, cut through the warrior’s back.

– Slash!!

A stream of blood sprayed as one of the warrior’s knees hit the ground, defying the sky’s will.

“Hey, warrior!!!”

“I never expected you to protect me until I was healed…”

Apparently, Velac was also surprised by the situation, as she pushed aside the warrior who had protected her and spoke.

“Since he seems like he can be dealt with anytime, go ahead and kill him first.”

“Good grief!”

Velac’s sword once again aimed at Las.

Las, grinding his teeth, pointed his sword towards the demon who had once been his teacher.

*****

It was done.

Even though I, an ordinary person, felt a strange warmth in my back despite the numbing pain of fainting, there was no pain at all.

Is it because the opponent whose back I bent is a virgin?

Nodding in agreement with the plausible opinion within, I cautiously opened my eyes. Reflected in my eyes was not a battlefield filled with corpses but that intersection.

In the intersection, thick clouds, as if about to pour down heavy rain, filled the air, and the goddess looked down at me with a somewhat sad expression.

“Goddess….”

Like a child relying on parents when in trouble, I reached out to the goddess.

Approaching me and shaking hands, the goddess closed her eyes as if understanding my suffering without a word.

And in a tender voice, she spoke.

“My warrior, I understand that pain very well.”

“….”

I have to kill the virgin with my own hands.

If we were to liken it to a Christian, it would be like nailing Jesus to the cross with one’s own hands.

If we were to liken it to a Buddhist, it would be no different from offering rotten meat directly to Buddha.

I can’t.

There’s no way I can do it.

No matter how hard I try, my conclusion remains unchanged.

I had only just discovered a mature virgin who had not seen the light, buried in the darkness.

To bury her in the darkness again with my own hands—what more cruel fate could there be in the world?

“I can’t do this… even if I don’t know about anything else…!!”

“I understand. My warrior. If I were in your shoes, I would have surely said the same. However, despite knowing your hesitant heart when it comes to thinking about the maiden, I must inflict the whip upon you.”

The goddess, as if acknowledging but unable to voice those words, closed her eyes.

However, it was only for a moment.

Soon, the unwavering determination that could not be changed by anything emanated from the goddess’s eyes as they reopened.

That determination transformed into words and flowed from the goddess’s lips.

“My warrior, kill maidens for the sake of a maiden. If things continue like this, more maidens will die.”

“…But.”

“I’ve said it. There’s no need to fight the forces of the Demon King if you don’t want to. However, you willingly chose to fight the Demon King’s army to protect the maiden in front of you.”

“….”

“Those children will die too. But not everyone will die. Even if the Demon King’s subordinates are strong, there are other warriors besides you.”

“Then…”

“If that happens, inevitably, the ruthless and non-maidens will end up killing maidens.”

“…!!”

“My warrior, this is something you must do with your own hands. Before the ruthless and non-maidens kill maidens, please, for the sake of the maiden…”

Become the Maiden Lance.

With those words, the scenery changed.