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◈ The War Hero in the NTR Game Wants to Die ◈
Chapter 002
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Fading Dream (1)
An axe flew in and split my head in half.
『I've never seen this kid before. What are you doing here? You're playing alone here because the other kids won't play with you, right? But... you're really hurt. What?... You said your father beat you up?』
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I slightly tilted my head to avoid the incoming axe.
And I raised my sword with one hand.
Before me, a shield wall formed a line and advanced as if alive.
Five soldiers, armed with shields and spears.
It seemed they had decided to deal with me alone.
Come to think of it, I have become quite famous over the past three months.
Perhaps because they were veterans of their own, they synchronized their steps to the command and thrust their spears in unison.
I knocked three away.
But the other two pierced through my chest and face.
『Looks like you're moping around all by yourself again today. Anyway, I brought some chocolate today. Do you want some? You ask why I'm being nice to you? Mom told me to take care of any pitiful kid like you! You ask what's so pitiful about you? You're always walking around all dirty, covered in mud.』
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…Again.
I feigned an approach to the thrusting spears, then lightly stepped back once.
Then, I brought my sword down from top to bottom, shattering three spear shafts at once.
I shattered one of the remaining spears, and grabbed another with my hand, pulling it straight.
One enemy, hidden behind a shield, was pulled out with it.
I didn't understand what he was saying, but the man pulled out screamed and pleaded something.
He was probably begging for his life.
And here I was, having killed him so mercilessly.
I raised my sword and brought it down in a single blow, then threw my body into the gap that had opened in the shield wall.
I plunged inside and cut down three.
And about ten seconds later.
I was already surrounded by enemies.
Soon after, one sword thrust pierced my waist, another my neck.
『Riehen, it's been a while? Um... you've grown a lot in the last three years. Before you left, you were at the same eye level as me. Anyway... you were knighted!? Nah, no way. How could a weakling like you ever become a knight! Anyway, try this! I baked it this morning, how does it taste?』
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…Again.
I plunged into the shield wall, cut down three, and counted the time in my head.
One, two… and half of two.
I grabbed the hand reaching for my waist, and with my sword, I sliced off the wrist of the hand aiming for my neck.
Thus, the shield wall slowly crumbled.
Soon, a trumpet sounded, and the enemy began to flee, turning their backs.
I didn't bother chasing them.
Our allies will take care of chasing them down and killing them.
Anyway, today's battle ended like this.
As I stared blankly at the sky, something flew in from somewhere and lodged itself in my head.
I fumbled at it in a daze… it seemed an arrow had lodged itself there.
If I left it, it would hurt for quite a while.
So I pulled it out.
『You're asking me not to leave? I've always told you. That someday I would leave this wretched village and become an adventurer. A free adventurer who can go anywhere they please. But… you told me since I was little that I could become an adventurer, so why are you bringing this up now? Is it because of that old man? I have nothing to do with him. It's just… he said if I joined his guild since I have talent, he'd help me with various things…』
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I took half a step back, and the arrow deeply embedded itself in the dirt floor in front of my foot.
"……Hah. Your father is quite the heartless man, too."
My superior, who had ridden up from somewhere and dragged me here, let out a hollow laugh as if dumbfounded.
"Even if you brought in decent knights, they wouldn't be able to fight this well."
He alternated glances between the dead, sprawled enemies and me, who was without a single scratch. Then, he let out a chuckle.
"Even if he's rotten, he's a Gryan, is that it?"
Damn Gryan.
The duke is one thing, but Riehen Gryan, that bastard, is a psychopath.
A fucking bastard who, not content with what he had, scattered it around to others and then ran away.
Every time my head splits in half, the feelings that only remained as memories are dragged into reality.
I have absolutely no desire to synchronize with such a moron, but not dying in a place like this is virtually impossible.
Although I've somewhat adapted recently, when I was first dragged here, I'd cry and throw tantrums every time I died.
Though I managed to fix that in half a day, let alone a full day.
If I try to escape, a mage shoots a spell and freezes me to death.
In the end, I could only survive by repeatedly dying and dealing with the enemies.
Even though to others, I appear to be a sword demon active on the battlefield without a single scratch.
Thanks to that, disgusting emotions are slowly accumulating in my heart.
Things like wanting to be acknowledged by my family, or wanting Arin to look back at me again, things that have absolutely nothing to do with me.
A family that produced Sword Saints for generations.
Other noble family names that feel somehow familiar.
A childhood friend with unnecessarily huge breasts, and an equally unnecessarily large fiance.
A stylish, slender younger sister, who compared to the other two, could almost be called a man.
And now, though my memory is hazy, women who somehow look familiar.
At this point, something clicked.
It seemed I was stuck in a game called [Endlog].
It was a game infamous for its wickedness.
It gained a reputation for such games due to a few NTR endings, but rather, I should say the overflowing bad endings were the main attraction.
It's a game where you either capture a few heroines and follow their routes to save them, or you get an ambiguous normal ending.
Since the player directly sets the protagonist's name and even the family name from the start, I didn't even know their real name.
Just one wrong choice immediately led to a bad ending.
Even if you maxed out a heroine's affection, if you didn't see an event on time, another man would steal her away.
And if you didn't sufficiently build up your initial stats in the Academy arc, you couldn't even proceed to the main story… what should I call it.
Yeah, it's just easier to think of it as a shitty, failed game.
Still, it was oddly fun, so it had a decent following.
As for me, after playing it and seeing a few NTR endings, I got fed up and just installed a cheat trainer.
And by game standards, I had already entered a bad ending from the prologue.
The captain who brought me here was also said to be from a count's family.
Originally, he was a knight commander, but he incurred the displeasure of a high-ranking official, was dismissed from the knighthood, exiled to the military, and ended up here, or so they say.
In any case, everyone here was brought in for committing a crime.
Even if you committed no crime, falling out of favor with superiors was, naturally, considered a crime.
Just like it's natural for the protagonist's innocent, large-breasted, well-proportioned childhood friend, with subtly pink hair (this part is the most important), to get NTR'd.
Anyway, after the clean-up was roughly done, I returned to the barracks with the main force and sat down with my comrades to eat.
Every single one of them was an incredible individual.
Like a knight commander who was caught rolling around in bed with some duchess and got expelled, or a mage who conducted human experiments on noble children, or a thief caught while robbing the imperial treasury.
I was pretty normal by comparison.
Watery porridge and hard pieces of bread.
Still, perhaps because it was a meal eaten after moving my body diligently, it went down reasonably well.
"Did you see!? Did you see it today, I'm asking!"
An overly dramatic voice burst out from beyond the campfire, as usual.
On the first day, her unnecessarily high tension was just noisy, but now, if I don't hear it, I feel a strange emptiness.
"He broke through the shield wall all by himself, just BAM! And he dodged all the spearheads of those pointy-eared bastards!"
It was a mage, looking as delicate as a doll, entirely out of place on the battlefield.
The fact that a cute-faced girl had frozen every single member of her family to death and was dragged here was still an unbelievable story.
"No, you ignorant folks were too busy with your swordplay to see it, but when this person dodged the axe thrown by that horned bastard…!"
"Shut up and eat your food."
"Umm… anyway, it's really amazing he didn't die again today!"
The mage mumbled around her bread, pouting at the seated comrades.
"By the way, at this rate, we'll get pardoned soon and be able to go back, right!?"
"…Easier said than done."
The grim-faced man sitting next to me snorted as he put down the bowl of porridge.
"You'd be lucky if you don't die on the way back."
"But we have Young Master Gryan…!"
As soon as I heard that, I threw down my bowl and stood up.
Thanks to that, the atmosphere turned chillingly cold.
"……."
What do you think would be different with me?
We're all in the same boat, having been kicked out; what are they leaning on?
The ruined atmosphere is none of my business.
Anyway, once I'm cooped up in my tent, they'll just start spouting nonsense and chattering again.
Lately, just hearing that damn family name makes my anger surge.
How many times has my head been split today?
"The Captain is looking for you."
As I was idly strolling, tapping the comfort stone I'd picked up a few days ago, a messenger approached and called me.
I nodded and gestured for him to go.
I tossed the comfort stone into my tent and headed towards the captain's tent.
The captain's tent was only slightly better than the other barracks, nothing special.
As I entered, he stopped tipping his drink and looked up at me.
The drink, at best, was watered-down wine he'd fortunately acquired from somewhere.
"You've come. Sit."
Then, he filled another cup and pushed it towards me.
"At this rate, the war with the foreign races will soon end. And you'll return alive as the hero who brought them to their knees."
I merely took the cup but didn't bring it to my lips.
"We were lucky. Ever since you came, our unit of criminals has been pushing back the front lines. And since you're a Gryan, you're good for show, too."
He took a sip of his drink, then stared intently at me.
"So, tell me. If you return alive, what do you plan to do?"
If I go back, what will I do?
"Do you have somewhere to go?"
As if.
I brought the cup the captain had offered to my lips.
At the very least, I'd like to stop drinking watered-down wine.
"Well, I suppose not. Anyway, an offer came from the Academy. They said they need a proper instructor. Or… there's also the option of being dispatched to another front."
The Academy is in the capital.
"You have plenty of time, so think carefully."
And in the capital, there's…
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