The Hero’s Brother Is Bound To Be Depressed - Chapter 334



335 – Salvation at will

“So is it completely over now?”

As if answering my question, the saintess emitted a strong light from her hand. The Spear of Destruction and the Ring of Oath, which barely maintained their shape with cracks here and there, turned into smoke in front of the strong light and disappeared.

The saintess shook off the ash from her palm and nodded loudly.

“Yes, congratulations. “You won’t die mysteriously in at least two months.”

I almost nodded at the cool voice and moved on without realizing it. When I looked at the saintess with an expression of astonishment at the world, she frowned and said, “I saw her shrug her shoulders as if she didn’t know the reason for my reaction.”

“Wait a minute, you mean the minimum? “So, how long will my remaining lifespan be?”

Unlike me, who was impatient because her life was at stake, the saintess backed away and shook her head from side to side with a mischievous smile. She looked different from her exterior, which gave off a beautiful and sacred aura.

“Of course it’s a secret. There’s no need to make something related to lifespan, right? Still, let me tell you just a little bit so that you don’t have to worry… . “I will tell you at least that you will have enough life until the story comes to an end.”

At those words, I was finally able to sigh in relief. After brushing her face once, I came to my senses, looked at her saint, and spoke with her sincerity.

“thank you. “To be honest, I never expected you to help me.”

I expected that if I met a saint, I would definitely become an enemy. She thought that since they had removed the safety device without permission, they might try to force it to be installed again. However, contrary to her expectations, she really helped me a lot. To be precise, it is help that is worthy of the expression grace.

“Thank you from the previous world. “If it weren’t for him, I would never have worked in front of you.”

The writer’s chronic curiosity arose at the saint’s words. As Ross of Longing said, a saint is a being who moves according to the will of God. The purpose of God is, of course, to prevent the God of Chaos Religion, created for reasons of probability, from putting the world in bondage.

In that case, it would be better for both of us to join forces with me, the author who created this world… Why does the saint say that she will never appear before me? Is there something else I don’t know about?

I asked quietly.

“Why did you not want to meet me like that? Honestly, I thought we could be a good partnership.”

The saintess smiled lightly at my words and tucked the side of her hair behind her ear. Suddenly, while following her touch, she came to her senses and looked into her saintly eyes again. Transparent, star-like blue eyes worthy of being evaluated as beautiful were pointed straight at me.

It wasn’t a gaze filled with cold emotions, but the moment I made eye contact with those blue eyes, I felt an inexplicable coolness. But soon the saintly woman’s gentle smile took away the chill.

“You know very well how I will end up.”

My heart reacted to those short yet refreshing words more than anything else. I felt my skin heating up. I think my face turned red from embarrassment. This was not a question for someone who knew the saint better than anyone else in the world.

The saint’s predestined ending was the same as the reason why the saint, whose appearance was second to none, did not become Roel’s heroine. Because the key to unlocking the seal on the holy sword used by Roel was the life of a saint… .

That was the reason why the church attacked the capital in the latter part of the story, targeting Bella, who had become an emperor, rather than a saint.

This is because among the saint and Bella, who were considered to be two people suitable to become God’s vessels, Bella was the only one alive at that time. Since Bella alone was enough for a self-sacrificing heroine, the saint was nothing more than a consumable to unlock the seal of her holy sword.

However, Ross was also a character who was nothing more than an inferiority complex. If it’s a tragic story, just change it. I shook my head vigorously and looked straight into the saintess’s eyes.

“Just change that story.”

The saintess, who had a gentle expression on her face as if she knew I would say that, spoke in the tone of an adult comforting a child.

“There is no need to waste time on useless things. “Your saving the world is more important than my life.”

It’s not bravado or anything like that. There wasn’t a single trace of fear in his voice. But I couldn’t accept it. Although he felt guilty for turning the saint’s life into a mere tragic expendable item, he could not shake off the feeling that she had been among the many connections that Ross had built up in the hopes he had received from her.

Of course, the hope delivered did not contain memories of the saint. However, the feelings I felt for Luna, the person I cherish the most, still vaguely remained like a scent in her saint. She was more concerned about the faint presence that seemed as if it would disappear at any moment.

I spoke persuasively.

“It’s not for nothing. The reason you need the Holy Sword is to defeat the Demon King. But I found a way to defeat the Demon King in another way. So you don’t have to die.”

Even if there is no holy sword, Roel’s charm does not go anywhere. Even if her saintess does not die, there is no problem with her plan to corrupt the demon lord.

There was silence for a moment. A little later, the saintess took a step closer to me with an expression as if she was soothing her tantrums. Her gaze filled with unknown emotions tangled in the air.

“You already know that the final enemy is not the Demon Lord, right? Even if the Demon King is not defeated, the seal on the Holy Sword must be released according to the flow of the story. “Because a hero must have a holy sword.”

I did not expect the saint to be persuaded, so I was not discouraged by those words. Rather, I said with a confident smile.

“Then all we have to do is find another way to unseal the Holy Sword. “Because there are various possibilities in this world where discarded settings have been revived.”

The saintess, who had been silently looking at me for a while at my firm voice, opened her mouth with a strange expression and a slight smile.

“why?”

I just scratched my head in response to the saint’s short question. Feeling like I was making excuses, I gave a cursory answer.

“I’m the type of person who can’t live with debt.”

Was it because of her mood that the saintess’s large eyes seemed to widen a little at those words?

“So whether it’s setting, destiny, whatever it is… “It’s just my turn to save you this time.”

“That’s a stupid reason.”

The saintess who said that in a slightly downcast voice turned around.

“… It’s time to break up. “I have to get back to the basement before the church notices I’m gone.”

As I saw the saintess walking away with such brisk steps as if she would disappear at any moment, I quickly blurted out what came to my mind in an urgent attempt to catch her.

“Aili.”

The saintess stopped walking at the name without looking back.

The saint said in a voice filled with bitterness.

“My name… “Did you remember?”

Aelia’s name does not appear in the novel. She is only called by the name of saint. Still, I named the saint Aili. Because it felt like a fitting name for her saint.

I called her name, thinking that her name would not have changed in this world where the discarded setting was revived. As always, the saint to me was Aili.

The saintess turned around. The blue eyes looking at me shine transparently. The saint touched her chin and thought for a moment, then spoke in a quiet, low voice as if this was really her last time.

“Ross. This is our last meeting. The most important thing in this world right now is not me, but you who will break all the bonds. The reason I helped you today was because I made a promise to you in the previous world, and for no other reason. So there is no need for me to feel guilty or responsible. ”

Ailee’s calm demeanor as she said she was fine actually fueled my will. If I really am the last hope to break all bonds and save the entire world, shouldn’t I do something to save the saint who will become the main character of a tragic story?

With that in mind, I spoke clearly to the saint.

“It’s not the last time. “I will keep my promise.”

“… .”

“It’s not a feeling of guilt or responsibility. I’m just trying to save you while I’m saving the world.”

I took a deep breath. And she spoke with all the force in her voice.

“So wait. “Because I will save you.”

There was no answer back. However, the saintess turned around and left with a bright smile that I will never forget.

As soon as the saint’s figure disappeared, the cozy and sacred space disappeared like an illusion, and a dark alley appeared again.

Following the breath that flowed out with a sigh, I turned to look at the sky where the darkness was fading away due to the rising sun in the distance.

I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that I lost everything I had. I lost the strongest weapon I had and all my powerful abilities. The person I am now is not much different from when I was a poor student at the academy.

But strangely enough, I didn’t feel any sense of loss. No, rather, it feels like my heart is full of something.

So much so that I can sigh and smile leisurely at the thought that it is too early to make a resolution to save the world.