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Translator: Goku
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◈ The War Hero in the NTR Game Wants to Die ◈
Chapter 030
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Void (4)
I am being pushed along.
With the hope that if I keep sinking like this, I will eventually escape.
Because even if I fall to hell instead of rising to heaven, I will still eventually be able to escape this world.
Anyway, by tomorrow, the rumor that I killed a student will have spread far and wide throughout the school.
So, it would be right to move right now.
Because if the guy who killed a student in the academy calls, for whatever reason, they probably won't even want to cooperate.
A total of seven students were written on the list.
One of them died, and two don't seem to have major issues.
At least, in my opinion.
The other four, after I grabbed passersby and asked, turned out to be taking classes in the same place.
They said they were forming groups and training in the Swordsmanship Department, and they seem quite close.
Well, if they live together, experiencing discrimination that they can't become knights in a place filled only with humans, they can't help but become close.
It was the same on the front lines, too.
Because in a place where there's nothing but things to kill, the one next to you is everything.
I waited until the class ended.
Smoking a couple of cigarettes, I sat on a stone bench near the training ground and looked up at the clouds flowing by.
The afternoon sun lay long upon the stone.
Soon, the bell rang, and students wiped their sweat or chattered with friends as they headed somewhere.
And some remained to continue their training.
Anyway, I approached the four and called out their names one by one.
The students, who at first looked at me like some eccentric human, flinched as if they recognized me when I introduced myself as Riehen Gryan, who had been newly appointed.
"What brings the professor all the way here?"
The student who seemed to be their representative stepped forward and spoke.
And had the children with him step back.
It was a somewhat calm voice, but I'd say his gaze was wavering, even though his voice was steady.
He seemed scared.
"You know, don't you?"
"...What are you talking about?"
"The Church sent me... well, I want to have a brief chat, so follow me."
The four exchanged glances and eventually followed.
I thought they would tell me not to talk nonsense and try to avoid me.
While walking down the corridor, I heard the footsteps of the four following behind.
They seemed to be exchanging something in low voices, but I couldn't hear what they were saying.
Nor did I want to hear it.
Anyway, as I opened the professor's office door and stepped inside, the smell of blood rushed out.
Now that I thought about it, the corpse was still there.
I walked inside without minding, but the students who followed stopped in their tracks.
One screamed upon seeing the corpse lying on the floor with its head severed.
The blood was hardening to a dark crimson.
I approached the collapsed student and helped them to their feet by taking their arm.
A trembling arm touched my hand.
"There aren't many chairs, but first, come in and sit down."
The fellow who seemed to be the leader of the group looked at me with eyes full of tension and opened his mouth.
"Th-that, what on earth..."
"He was a cultist."
I pointed at the corpse with my chin and said.
Since I opened my mouth with a cigarette in it, smoke flowed out with my words.
"I didn't want to go this far, but Her Holiness desired it, so what could I do?"
"......I did hear that some of our kind, those who believe in old gods, caused some trouble. The reason you brought us here is probably similar, right? Because we are not human."
"I don't know whether you are a cultist or not. But if you know anything, it would be good if you told me. You don't want to suffer an unfortunate fate like that fellow, do you?"
The student's eyes showed no fear at all.
"I know how the Empire views us. I don't really know anything specific, but please know that if I am suspicious, I am willing to show you anything."
Even though his voice was trembling, he spoke more boldly than I expected, so I didn't answer.
Could he really be innocent?
He seems much better than a human like me who just cuts down even the innocent.
Living as Riehen Gryan, killing girls just because I don't want to become 'Riehen' isn't normal, is it?
It's not normal.
Just, in a fucked-up world like this, I sometimes wonder if living like an idiot is actually the right thing to do.
Anyway, while I was contemplating how to answer, a dagger flew from near the door.
My palm was pierced, but I blocked it.
The one who threw the dagger at me was the non-human who had been dithering behind, when the student in front of me confidently followed me.
One fled to a corner in a state of panic, and the one who threw the dagger at me drew something from their waist.
And the remaining one, after pulling out a staff, began to chant a spell softly.
The sensation of the blade piercing through flesh spread belatedly with a warm feeling.
Blood flowed down between my fingers, creating a new stain on the floor.
The student who had just claimed to be innocent looked completely flustered when the dagger flew, as if they weren't a cultist.
Seeing that he didn't even think of drawing a weapon, that is.
Right. I thought there wouldn't be any at all.
It's much more satisfying if they attack like this.
Because there's nothing more comfortable than the opponent rushing at me with the intent to kill me, rather than me mistakenly killing someone out of premature judgment.
I pulled out the dagger embedded in my palm and threw it to the floor.
The blood on the blade drew a streak.
Anyway, a spell... a spell, huh.
I thought about how to avoid it, but I quickly finished my thoughts.
It's what I always do.
I stood up from my seat, grabbed the hair of the friend in front of me, and placed them in front of me as a human shield.
Perhaps because they were of the same kin, the two couldn't attack recklessly.
Surely they wouldn't kill them. You guys aren't human.
After drawing a dagger from an angle that wasn't easily visible, I whispered to the student I was holding.
"As long as you hold on tight, you won't die."
And avoiding the parts of the back where one would die if stabbed, I jabbed and then threw them forward.
Blood seeped from the back of the screaming student who was thrown forward, but they wouldn't die.
Instead of having sword fights here, if I had been a doctor somewhere, I would have earned quite a bit.
Because of these damn priests, there's no need for surgeons.
As he caught the thrown student, I kicked forward and rushed at the guy who had dropped his sword.
Hitting his face with my knee, I grabbed his head with both hands and, using the impact of his fall, slammed the back of his head onto the floor.
The sound of something crushing echoed.
The vibration transmitted to my palm traveled up to my forearm.
Non-humans are tough, so they won't die.
Because the guys I met on the front lines used to swing their swords even with their faces crushed and the backs of their heads caved in.
As I stood up, the remaining one aimed their staff at me and, gritting their teeth, spat out.
"You disgusting butcher bastard, just die."
The spell began to perfectly form at the tip of the staff.
Anyway, do they not teach the common sense that you shouldn't cast spells at close range here?
After cutting his wrist to divert where the staff's tip was pointing, I kicked him in the solar plexus.
The condensed light flew off somewhere... but at least it didn't fly towards me.
After kicking the guy who was bounced into the corridor along with the shattered door frame one more time, I firmly stepped on his cut wrist.
Blood spread on the floor with a scream.
And then your numbers are, I was about to say, but trailed off.
There are four of you. It's not a battlefield.
I grabbed the hair of the pointy-ear mage lying prostrate on the floor and tried to cut his neck.
And as the blade drew closer.
"Uh... Mom, ah, uh, Mom... ah..."
Hearing the sound, I stopped my hand.
After standing there with the sword for a long time, I eventually dragged him by his hair and threw him into the professor's office.
A long trail of blood remained on the corridor floor.
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Without even thinking of wiping the blood off my body, I walked down the corridor.
Blood was still slowly seeping from my pierced palm, but the pain had already dulled.
The shadow reflected on the wall was stretched long.
For now, I head to where the priest is.
Today too, the priest was cultivating herbs in a rather peaceful atmosphere.
I opened the door without knocking, walked to a chair, and blurted out words.
"Please give me a cup of tea, at least."
The priest, seeing the blood on my clothes, asked in surprise.
"A-are you hurt?"
"I just got a slight cut on my hand."
I accepted the tea he brought and drank it.
The warmth spreading over my lips felt strangely distant.
"There will be two seriously injured students in the professor's office. Those two are cultists, and as for the rest... well, you can probably deal with them as you see fit."
The priest looked at me with a lost expression... then treated my pierced hand.
"And please tell Her Holiness that all the tasks she ordered are complete. She's far too busy to meet directly, isn't she?"
The priest nodded in response, told me to rest here for a while, then took others and headed somewhere.
They'll take care of the aftermath, whether it's corpses or anything else, won't they?
Because he's the kind of person brought here to do such things in the first place.
In the room where I was left alone, I took another sip of the cooling tea.
Outside the window, the afternoon sun was setting.
What did I want to do, and what was I trying to do?
What kind of life should a human live, who lives because they cannot die?
Why, on earth... can I not even die as I wish?
The sound of Mom that I just heard, when I put the knife to the pointy-ear mage's neck, lingered in my ears.
Because it seems I won't gain anything even if I settle down in the capital.
The reason I came here in the first place was long ago cut down by my own hands, so I stood up.
Just to leave abruptly.
Anyway, as long as I have one sword, there will be no problem no matter where I go.
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