The Hero Who Returned From Death Quits - Chapter 204



EP9. The Warrior

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“A warrior? A warrior… Huh, so that’s what happened.”

Kaledar let out a hollow laugh. Sure enough, he had heard it. The story of the warrior who lost his holy sword.

“Yeah… I don’t really like it though.”

Ainzel thought. Even if you hold the holy sword, your fighting power won’t change much. Of course, the holy sword can’t be broken, and the sword itself is worthy of being called a famous sword, but it’s not like you can easily overcome the difference in fighting power just by having a famous sword.

Yes, there was no chance of him beating him anyway. But that was only assuming he only had one life left.

“So, what do you plan to do with the power of the restored warrior? Do you plan to continue to stall for time against me?”

Ainzel smiled with a frown. Then, he looked at Kaledar clearly and said.

“no…”

Kaledar looked straight at Ainzel, because he was a little curious about what kind of answer he would get.

And the answer that came out of Ainzel’s mouth was even more absurd than expected.

“I intend to kill you.”

“under.”

Kaledar let out a hollow laugh without thinking. What did that human just say? Did he really say that he was going to win against him and kill him now?

“That’s ridiculous. Are you serious?”

“then.”

Ainzel was quite strong, but he couldn’t get over the wall. He didn’t think he could defeat him in that condition. That was what Kaledar thought.

Ainzel smiled broadly. Then, holding the holy sword tightly, he recalled the events that had occurred in order to return it.

…

“Hello, I finally found myself here again.”

The spirit of the Holy Sword spoke to him again. Ainzel lightly ignored the greeting and said.

“What must I do to restore you?”

Hearing those words, the spirit of the Holy Sword narrowed its eyes and opened them again. Then, it opened its mouth.

“If you ask me that, does that mean you have the heart to become a warrior?”

“perhaps.”

“What the heck?”

“If the time comes when the strength of a warrior is absolutely necessary… and even then, if no one worthy of being a warrior appears, then when that time comes, I intend to become a warrior.”

Hearing those words, Seonggeom made a displeased expression and sighed.

“…Haa, what kind of spare treatment are you talking about? You didn’t even greet me… I don’t like it. But, well… Is it better than when you weren’t even thinking about catching me? Well, even with that kind of mindset, I’m qualified to take the test.”

He was qualified to take the test. He looked at the holy sword. It meant that he was being asked to explain what it meant.

“Okay, first of all, the test you have to take to restore me is simple. You have to gain the recognition of all the goddesses in their pure state with no memories. That will give you a reason to hold the holy sword and me.”

Ainzel tilted his head when he heard that.

Well, if you just listen to it, it doesn’t seem that difficult. Thinking about that, Seonggeom sighed and said.

“You didn’t think it was that difficult just now, did you?”

Ainzel did not respond. The Holy Sword looked at Ainzel and spoke.

“… Right. You know that the creations of the goddesses are different, right? The Goddess of Light created angels, the Goddess of Darkness created demons, and the Goddess of Chaos created spirits. What does that mean?”

Ainzel shrugged. He had no way of knowing, so he couldn’t answer. The Holy Sword narrowed his brows at Ainzel and spoke.

“The three goddesses have different tastes. In short… the standards they apply are all different. Even the standards they apply are polar opposites.”

As soon as Ainzel heard that, he looked dumbfounded.

“…Then what should we do…?”

The Holy Sword sighed and said.

“I said it was difficult because I don’t know either. Ha…”

Ainzel crumpled his face. The Holy Sword grabbed Ainzel’s hand and spoke.

“Okay, let’s go. Just go in through this door.”

Ainzel squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again and shook his head vigorously. It was an effort to somehow come to his senses.

“…Okay, let’s go.”

So Ainzel opened the door and went in, guided by the girl.

“…here.”

A blank sheet of paper, I thought. While I was thinking that, the scenery changed its appearance and took on the appearance of a courtroom.

“…The court?”

“It’s a trial. A trial of whether or not you are worthy of using me again.”

And the goddesses appeared in the courtroom. They were not in their original forms. They were rather young girls, looking to be in their mid-teens. The goddesses had mischievous expressions on their faces.

The Goddess of Light struck the gavel and the trial began.

The Goddess of Light pretended to clear her throat, smiled mischievously, and then spoke in a solemn voice.

“I will now begin the trial of those who requested repairs to the Holy Sword.”

Ainzel’s face hardened. The Goddess of Light looked back at the black girl and the red girl and then spoke.

“Now, what are the criteria you will apply? Tell me quickly.”

The tone of voice was dripping with playfulness. Ainzel was inwardly embarrassed. Was this really the extent of the nature of those who manipulate the world as they pleased?

The goddesses continued to chatter playfully, whether they knew about my feelings or not.

“Hey, if we really have to be picky, shouldn’t it be my older sister first?”

As the red girl spoke, the white girl nodded.

“Yeah… that makes sense too.”

The white girl, clearing her throat, asked in a solemn and cold voice.

“How altruistic is your purpose?”

Ainzel was surprised when he heard the voice. Even though the voice had changed, he felt like he was a god. Even though he was a clone, his presence was incomparable to any other living being he had met, not even to the Demon King.

Ainzel left those thoughts behind and opened his mouth.

“…I will save the world.”

A voice that seemed to say, “Isn’t that enough?” The white girl nodded.

“Okay, I’ll admit it. Saving the world… It may seem easy at first, but the weight of those words is by no means light.”

It was easier to gain one person’s approval than he thought. Ainzel tilted his head. If the other goddesses were like that, perhaps restoring the Holy Sword wouldn’t be such a difficult task.

And then the Red Goddess intervened and said:

“Okay, is it my turn to ask this question?”

Ainzel swallowed. The red goddess let out a “hehe” laugh and asked in a clear voice.

“How much conviction is contained in your purpose?”

Belief? What does that mean? Since she was a third god that she didn’t know at all, it was hard to even understand what the red girl was saying. The Goddess of Chaos realized this and added.

“It means that you have your own values ​​that are not tied down by society’s value judgments such as good and evil. Now, tell me.”

Ainzel thought for a moment. The Goddess of Chaos spoke with a disappointed expression.

“You just thought you had to save the world without any of that? Man, that’s disappointing… .”

At that moment, he desperately squeezed an answer from the red girl.

“The people around me! The people around me are the reason I want to save the world.”

The red girl heard that and smiled with satisfaction.

“Yeah… the people around you. You can’t call it good to only care about the people around you, but you can’t call it evil either. It’s a reason that only that person has… Okay. I’ll admit it too.”

Hearing those words, Ainzel let out a sigh of relief. That was why it was difficult. He thought so.

Literally, the standards that the girls demanded were very different from each other’s standards. If the standard was to create a contradictory state with one answer, then I could understand why they said it was difficult.

“Okay, so am I the last one?”

Ainzel looked at the black goddess. She was the biggest problem.

The goddess in front of me was probably a demon, so I was confident that I wouldn’t be surprised if they demanded some kind of monstrous standard.

“My question is similar. How selfish do you think your reasons for taking up the holy sword were?”

A standard that was the complete opposite of the standard the white girl had just presented. Ainzel opened his mouth.

“…I want to save those around me, for my own sake. And that is…”

Before Ainzel could even open his mouth, the girl in black put her finger on Ainzel’s mouth to silence him.

“Saving the world is for yourself. Awesome. Saving the world for yourself? How arrogant. I don’t need to hear any more. Good. Use the Holy Sword.”

With those words, Ainzel felt his consciousness suddenly rise.

When I opened my eyes, the Holy Sword, in perfect condition, was lying next to me.