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Translator: Goku
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◈ The War Hero in the NTR Game Wants to Die ◈
Chapter 026
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Lingering Light (7)
They might be somewhat famous, I guess.
Usually, if a comrade dies like this, they would shrink back a little.
I don't particularly like killing people.
However, I didn't feel like letting those who drew weapons on me here live, for some reason.
Since they tried to kill me first, they probably wouldn't feel wronged.
Actually, I felt like killing the Pope too.
Why did I obediently go to the academy just because I was told to?
I don't know.
Because I'm always being swayed this way and that by others.
What's different about me from 'Riehen'?
What's different about me, a pathetic bastard who's constantly swayed by Arin in front of me, swayed by my family, and swayed by people's worthless words?
Fortunately, the space is narrow.
The door was of an ordinary width, barely wide enough for one person in armor to pass through.
There's no need to go inside the room; I can just deal with them one by one.
I pulled the handle, embedded in the jaw of the already dead adventurer, towards me.
His face split in half, splaying open like a rag, and when I kicked him, he fell to the floor, his head cracking open, exposing its contents.
Thud.
What spread on the floor soaked the soles of my shoes.
The smell hadn't started yet.
Only then, seeing the state of their fallen comrade, did they retreat a little.
"What kind of madman is this…."
I grabbed the handle of the chained flail still embedded in the wall and pulled.
The wooden wall shattered, and it slid out.
How weak were they, to be unable to pull this out even when it was only embedded this much in the wall?
I threw the flail at the guy holding a large hammer.
Somehow, he managed to deflect it, but the chain spun and embedded itself in his head.
While their attention was drawn there, I threw my dagger at the woman who, far from wearing a breastplate, was completely naked.
The woman, who was holding a sword ambiguously long to be called a dagger, looked at the blade embedded in her chest and simply collapsed.
Just at that much, you see.
Was there really a need to fight carefully against such pathetic idiots?
Even if you gathered ten of them, they seem weaker than one pointy-eared bastard who knows how to fight properly.
As soon as that thought crossed my mind, I slowly walked into the room.
Stepping on what lay on the floor, I deliberately slowly drew the sword from my waist.
Not a single person thought of attacking.
If they had thrown something at a time like this, they could have done something.
The window in the room... isn't large enough for a person to pass through.
One fat guy, making eye contact with me, perhaps wanting to overcome his fear, yelled and lunged with an axe-headed spear.
And two others with ordinary swords aiming for my sides.
As soon as I dodged the spearhead, the axe blade swung towards my neck.
Before my head could be severed, I grabbed the wooden handle, struck it down with my sword, shattering it, then parried the sword blade that lunged at my side and kicked its wielder.
I brought the axe blade down onto the chest of the guy who had fallen to the floor.
The other one, I lightly slit his throat with the sword I was holding.
They were so full of openings that I didn't even feel like complaining.
Anyway, it's important to cut shallowly so they don't die immediately.
Because there's nothing more unsightly than them spilling blood from their necks, wandering around, and slowly dying.
By the way, what could these guys do, who at best hunt magic beasts and at worst occasionally deal with bandits, even if they drew their weapons... why are they still brandishing blades at me?
Anyway, I lightly knocked off the head of the guy who was frozen, blankly holding a broken spear shaft, and took the spear shaft from his hand.
The two women who had been looking at me with quite confident expressions, gripping their weapons just moments ago, were now slumped, and the rest were just making hiccuping sounds, covering their mouths.
All that remained was Mr. Bruno, who had granted Arin's dream of going to the capital and becoming a prostitute.
And a man who looked like his right-hand man.
I picked up the large hammer that had fallen to the floor.
I haven't used one of these often, so it doesn't feel right in my hand... but it's good to be familiar with a variety of weapons.
And I brought it down on the head of the woman who had pointed a knife at me.
She's slumped now... but in the end, she pointed a knife at me to kill me, so she shouldn't feel wronged.
By the way, the impact felt better than I expected.
Where it struck was pulverized without a trace.
The vibration traveling through the handle resonated all the way up to my forearm.
How to put it, it definitely felt more direct than a sword.
I dealt with the other one similarly.
Now, only the smell of blood remained in the room.
Mr. Bruno, perhaps not very accustomed to such situations, was strangling Arin with one arm and holding a knife to her chin with the other hand.
"O-oh, don't come. Before I kill this bitch."
"Kill her. I don't care one way or another."
I shouldn't get angry at something like this.
Because getting sad and angry over things like this is something 'Riehen' would do.
Since there's no way I'll die to these pathetic idiots, the synchronization rate or whatever won't increase any further either.
I'd always been dreaming of Arin too, you know.
From the days I had my skin flayed alive by that pointy-eared bastard, I was dreaming of it every single day.
The day we would meet again.
I didn't know that dream would be realized this way, but dreams, once you wake from them, usually leave nothing behind.
Why would I get involved with a pathetic slut like this?
Even if she ended up as a tavern maid, what's so okay about that?
It's not fucking okay.
Even if I kill her, an ending is an ending, right?
I've been swayed too much by 'Riehen'.
I always repeated it to myself, you know.
I'm not this pathetic bastard, I'm not this weakling.
The guy next to Bruno finally gritted his teeth and lunged at me, brandishing his sword.
I gripped the sword with both hands and swung once from bottom to top.
Both wrists were severed in one go.
I brought the sword down from top to bottom on the guy who was blankly staring at the cross-section of his severed wrists.
Then I quickly glanced above and to the sides, wondering if the women who were just pouring drinks might attack, but there was no sign of it.
Without hesitation, I approached Mr. Bruno.
"...You, what the hell are you, you fucking... why... why are you going this far!?"
.......
"If the woman is the problem, I haven't properly touched her yet, so please, let me live. I won't even ask for the debt back, just my life, please, just my life......"
"It just occurred to me, was I worse than this guy? I don't think so......"
"What the hell are you babbling about, you psychopath bastard, o-oh, don't come!"
Since Mr. Bruno, a character, and Arin, a heroine, are here, 'Riehen' must be here too, right?
Once the stage is set, the actors must play their parts.
He's using Arin as a meat shield in front, but he's so big that she couldn't possibly be hidden.
I thrust my sword straight out.
It lightly grazed Arin's side and stabbed Mr. Bruno in the abdomen.
After that, I struck down on the shoulder near where he held his sword, kicked him and Arin in the chest, and then repeatedly brought my sword down on his head for a long time.
Regardless of what splattered all over Arin's face next to him.
Just as Rione in my memory had done to me.
What was on my hands was cooling to lukewarm.
Somehow, feeling refreshed after sweating, I wiped the sweat from my forehead and exhaled.
And I looked at Arin.
Sobbing, she was wiping away what was splattered on her face.
She kept rubbing it with the back of her hand, but there was no way it would come off.
"Why are you smiling…?"
I should kill her, shouldn't I?
Even on the battlefield, I decided to do so after dying countless times.
How many times have I been swayed because of this pathetic 'Riehen', this fucking bastard?
How many times have I died?
That dog-like bastard who killed me by hanging me from the neck on the very first day.
"Why am I smiling? Just because. It's funny, you and I. Anyway... you seemed to be enjoying yourself with that man earlier."
"......There's no way I was enjoying myself."
I wonder.
While other heroines might require defeat in battle or certain events to be won over, Arin is just a childhood friend with pink hair, so perhaps... well, is there any need to talk until my mouth hurts?
"By the way, just now... were you trying to kill me too?"
Is this the part where I'm supposed to be terrified?
While denying that I would ever do such a thing?
I wonder.
Is there any reason for me to endure anymore?
There's nothing more to improve.
Fuck, can't I just do as I please now?
"Is that important?"
"You, you were trying to kill me too. Then, then you can't......"
"What obvious nonsense are you spouting? I'm not some pathetic bastard like Riehen, you know."
I thrust my sword towards Arin's throat.
"Honestly, I thought our future might change a little, but after fighting... you'd go look for another man?"
"I...! I wasn't going to...... Ah... ugh, ah?"
I slapped Arin across the cheek.
The sensation left on my palm was strangely vivid.
Arin, staring blankly at me, then shedding tears.
"Honestly, at this point, I don't care anymore. It seems there's no way out of this cesspool.
All that's left is to live a miserable life and then die. So......"
Regardless, I continued speaking.
"So even if that hit just now hurt, don't worry. Soon, I'll make sure your fucking childhood friend can never lay a hand on you again."
Arin crying was probably... because she had a premonition of her fate.
The sound of sobbing began to fill the room.
In the room already reeking of blood, only the sound remained alive.
"I, I might not have been a good fr-friend. I, I know that I always... just made excuses and ended up like this, but that doesn't mean it won't be different in the future! E-ever since we met, nothing has gone right, but still, we had good times in the past!"
It must have been 'Riehen' who enjoyed himself with someone like you.
"Now, I'll behave well, so I'll live exactly as you say, just as you tell me to, Ri, Riehen, so, so......"
"Fuck off, my love."
.......
"How many more times do I have to fall for your words?
Everything's a mess. Living freely after coming up here, what nonsense... It all failed, and look at you, living like a slut, fawning over men."
"Oh, no, you won't, right? We're, we're best friends. Huh? Riehen...? I love you, Riehen, you're my only best friend!"
Hearing those words, I kicked Arin, who was clinging to me.
The fallen Arin stumbled, trying to get up, but stepped on the pooled blood on the floor and fell.
I followed and brought the sword down on her back.
Arin crawled for a long time across the slippery room, drenched in blood.
"N-nooo... I d-don't want this, I d-don't want this, I, I didn't l-live for th-this... hiccup! gasp, Ri, Riehen... p-ple. Ah, uh... hiccup, uh, gasp, uh, gasp......"
But there was only a wall in front of her.
Well, let's keep going. Let's not stop here.
By the way, I've hacked her up like this, but shouldn't her affection level drop?
Now, I finally feel a little satisfied.
There was nothing coming back to me before... but now, at least there are lumps of flesh remaining.
How can there be love in the world that only gives?
What was given, in whatever way, must return to be called love.
Perhaps because Arin isn't dead yet, the status window isn't popping up.
Before making the final cut, my hand was trembling so violently that I looked down at it.
My right hand, gripping the sword, suddenly came towards my head.
Though I barely managed to block it by grabbing the blade, you know.
It felt as if the light that had remained in my heart, always tormenting and captivating me, had finally extinguished.
I tried to finish her off with the sword, but my palm was soaked with blood, making it sticky and strangely unpleasant.
This too will cool soon.
Just like all warm things do.
I can't keep living like Riehen forever.
Because I am me.
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