The Hero Who Returned From Death Quits - Chapter 191



EP9. ■■

Beatrice looked at Ainzel. She had breathed divine power into the fragments of the holy sword, and Ainzel’s job was to touch them and find out information.

But she didn’t want to do it. No, no one else would have wanted to do it either. The reason they let Ainzel touch the holy sword was simply because he wanted it, nothing more, nothing less.

Ainzel placed his hand on the holy sword. Beatrice frowned as she breathed divine power into the holy sword.

And then, Ainzel was suddenly seen collapsing.

“…uh?”

Ainzel was seen collapsing, unconscious, like a doll with its strings cut off.

The first second was like a dizzy spell. It was so sudden, it took a while to accept reality. That was exactly one second.

And then, one second later, she realized the situation and ran towards him like crazy.

Then, she poured out her divine power without even thinking about checking Ainzel’s condition. Of course, she knew that it would be better to check his condition first, but she was too panicked to even think about such basic things.

And, the situation was no different for others. Everyone was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

And then, Grandis, who had been watching all of this, coldly rebuked them.

“stop.”

They all stopped what they were doing and looked at Grandis.

“How pathetic. Come to your senses and take care of your condition first. Nothing will change just because you guys are acting all over the place.”

Grandis approached Ainzel and put his finger under his nose.

“Breathing is fine…”

Next, she sent black magic into Ainzel’s body and examined his blood flow.

“There’s nothing wrong with your blood pressure. There’s nothing physically wrong with you, so if there’s a problem… it’s probably a mental issue, but I’ll have to put you in bed and monitor your condition.”

Beatrice felt her face burn as she looked at Grandis who was saying that. She felt ashamed of herself for not even thinking about properly examining his condition, even though she was a priest.

Beatrice bit her lip. But Grandis lifted Ainzel up in her arms regardless.

Seeing Grandis heading towards Ainzel, Beatrice followed her.

“Step aside for a moment. I have a few things to think about.”

Beatrice felt uncomfortable as she watched Grandis, who was saying those words and preventing her from entering the room. However, she couldn’t say anything. In this situation, picking a fight would be meaningless and could even lead to fatal results.

So, she sat down next to the door, unable to do anything. Crouching, she leaned her back against the wall and took in the view of the hallway.

Suddenly, it occurred to me that the current situation was similar to the relationship between me and Ainzel.

She cannot enter his door. She cannot even dare to do so. But, that demon easily invades his door, his inner self.

I felt pathetic. The fact that I had poured my divine powers on him without thinking, the fact that I sat in front of his room without even thinking about what to say, and the countless other things that came to mind every time I closed and opened my eyes.

When she thought about it, wasn’t it a mistake to have left everything to him and believed that he could save her? That’s what she thought.

The numerous chains that had bound her were released from Ainzel’s hands, and that was why she thought of Ainzel as her savior.

But now I saw that the chains that bound him were innumerable, strong, and thorny, incomparable to hers.

As he became more and more sick and suffered more, he put on the mask of a savior for her.

When I saw him like that again, I saw things I hadn’t seen before.

He could see the scars she had left on his body, the embarrassment and anger she had left on him.

From noble mtl dot com

Wounds heal over time. It wasn’t even a relatively big wound compared to other wounds. That’s why he told her to forgive him.

But is that right? Even if the wound heals, it still leaves a scar. Even if the wound heals, it cannot be completely undone.

As her thoughts reached that point, she clutched her head.

The scar kept looming before my eyes, and I couldn’t even think of approaching him.

After some time had passed, Grandis came out of the room. Beatrice’s eyes were clearly redder than before she entered the room. Beatrice watched this quietly, then entered Ainzel’s room.

She saw Ainzel lying on the bed with his eyes closed. She sat down next to him and looked at his face.

Even though they were face to face like this, she unconsciously realized that this was the limit of how far she could approach him. Beatrice tried to touch Ainzel’s face, but she felt her hand tremble.

The current her could only look at the areas she had approached in the past.

Was it right to just look at him like this and not approach him? She seemed to be thinking that way now.

But, but.

“…I don’t want to do that.”

I didn’t want to lose his presence, the salvation that had flown into my hands. I didn’t want it to be taken away like this.

She wanted to get closer to him as much as she had in the past, if not more, and to delve into his inner self.

He needed proof. Proof that the girl he was now could approach him more than the girl he had been in the past.

What evidence should I use? What would be evidence that her relationship with Ainzel could progress?

Beatrice was suddenly overcome by an impulse that ran down her spine. Then she whispered in Ainzel’s ear.

“When you wake up… will you let go of me?”

Even to her in the past, Ainzel did not speak informally.

That’s why she wanted to see Ainzel speak informally to her. She needed to believe that he was getting closer to her.

Perhaps the story would end with her defeat by the Demon King and her death. But even so, she wanted to be imbued with his existence until the very end, with every last drop of her soul.

“Aha.”

She suddenly burst into laughter.

“Hahahahahaha.”

She placed her hand on Ainzel’s face, her hands trembling. When her palm finally touched his face, she felt warmth.

She felt happy just by that. She felt like she didn’t know what to do with herself just by being in contact with him, even though he wasn’t even conscious.

Why did I hesitate to approach him? Just feeling his temperature, his pulse, his presence, all in contact with my own made me so happy.

She realized her feelings.

Comparing my past self with my present self, I was not confident that the feelings I had were the same as those of the past. I could not be sure. I was overwhelmed by regret and guilt.

But now he knew.

Only now did I realize what this joy was, that his mere presence seeped into my heart and brought tears to my eyes.

As much as in the past, maybe even more so, she wanted to get closer to Ainzel.

Beatrice held both of Ainzel’s hands tightly with one of his.

I see. I really-

“I think I love you.”

I felt tears flowing down my face.

But she was smiling. Clearly, she was smiling.

As the tears she shed flowed down Ainzel’s hand, her mouth was already pointed at Ainzel’s mouth.

In the past, she had been holding back on saying these words until the very last moment. She had postponed what she wanted to do to the future. Because she had no confidence. And now, she had that confidence.

“i love you.”

Her mouth fell open, and those were the first words she spoke.

“i love you.”

After finishing the second kiss, she spat out again.

“i love you….”

He still showed no sign of waking up. Beatrice stroked Ainzel’s face.

Like her in the past, I don’t want to realize it only at the end and have a short bloom. If only I could stay a little longer, a little closer.

This kiss, perhaps, may not be possible in the future. We may all die. We don’t know what will happen right now.

However, if that day ever comes, if the end ever comes… I wanted to have at least one more thing to remember.

I wanted to fully enjoy the spring days that may come and go at any time.

And then, as she thought about that, her consciousness reached down to her lower body.

If you want to have memories, if you want to get a little closer to him, maybe…

The past girl tempted Ainzel, but he did not accept her temptation. After all, the past girl remained a virgin until the moment of her death.

Well, she wanted to create at least one more memorable memory with him. To put it simply… she didn’t want to become like her past self.

Beatrice looked at her voluptuous, beautifully curved lower body.

… Well, maybe he could. If he wanted to.