Not All Heroes From Earth Are Bad-Chapter 263

Orlaben Grimier was shocked.

Usually one to maintain composure, he now showed such an intense reaction that he wondered if he’d ever been this surprised in his life.

“Sir Choi Hyun-seok! H-how are you here…? No, more than that, you were alive…?”

He couldn’t finish his words of surprise at seeing Choi Hyun-seok.

Because of the woman who ran out screaming loud enough to shake the headquarters.

“You, you crazy bastard!!!”

Park Hyun-a sprinted like a madwoman and jumped to deliver a kick.

Kuung-!

Slammed against the wall in an instant, Choi Hyun-seok frantically waved his hands.

“Older sister. Why are you doing this?”

“Why am I doing this!? Fuck! You’re asking because you don’t know!?”

Park Hyun-a, unsatisfied with just the flying kick, kept throwing punches.

Choi Hyun-seok resisted while blocking each punch.

“Ow, it hurts! Please stop!”

“It’s supposed to hurt! No, just die! Someone like you should die!”

“Isn’t this too much!? Do you know how hard I worked to save you!”

“Who asked to be saved!? Did I ask you to save me…! You bastard… I… I really…”

Park Hyun-a, who had been throwing punches frantically, slowly stopped and hung her head low.

She muttered in a small voice.

“Never… Never do that again…”

Though her expression couldn’t be seen with her head down, her trembling voice and shaking shoulders revealed her feelings.

“If you do it again, really… You’ll die by my hands…! Got it?”

Choi Hyun-seok silently looked down at the back of Park Hyun-a’s head.

When there was no answer, Park Hyun-a spoke again.

“Answer me… I asked if you got it…!”

“Older sister. Are you crying?”

“Who’s crying!”

Park Hyun-a threw a punch with all her might.

Choi Hyun-seok’s eyes widened as his unguarded stomach took the hit.

“Kuhek! W-why are you hitting me with magical power!”

He thought his stomach would burst from the full-power punch that came without warning.

This wasn’t an exaggeration, but genuine.

“Whatever! I’m going to the bathroom for a moment.”

Park Hyun-a turned around with a whoosh and walked away with heavy steps.

Watching her retreating figure, Rachel grinned.

“Hero, she cried, right?”

“She did cry.”

“She did cry! She’s a crybaby! Hehit.”

Park Hyun-a’s face turned bright red at the sound of the hero and dedicated fairy snickering.

“I didn’t cry, you bastards!”

***

After the brief commotion.

The reunited group discussed the demons’ joining and their future plans.

“I see. The demons wouldn’t have suffered damage from this incident. Their forces must still be intact.”

Orlaben Grimier was greatly impressed when hearing that Ian and Choi Hyun-seok had gained the Demon King’s cooperation.

Among the countless elites in the Drason Empire.

None of them had thought to reach out to the demons.

It was natural.

In their minds, demons had been enemies they fought for hundreds of years.

Even with a peace treaty, prejudices didn’t easily disappear.

“It will take at least 2 weeks for the demon’s main force to reach here in Draxel.”

“2 weeks… That’s too late.”

The enemy’s movement speed exceeds imagination.

2 weeks.

They could hold out if they tried, but doing so would result in too many casualties.

“The empire’s northern region will be devastated and many people will die.”

How many people would die?

It was unimaginable.

Clearly, at least tens of millions of people would be sacrificed.

Ian Del Chersi nodded and said.

“That’s why I have a strategy in mind.”

“Do you have a good plan?”

“Abandon all the castles and empty the northern region.”

“What…?”

“Issue an evacuation order for the entire northern region of the empire and make this capital Draxel the first and last fortress.”

Orlaben Grimier let out a sigh.

He wanted to shout about how nonsensical this was, but given the setting, he suppressed his excitement and explained,

“Your Majesty. An evacuation of that scale isn’t easily done. Moreover, emptying the north will only speed up the enemy’s advance.” 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Running away and abandoning all defense.

This was an absurd plan.

The refugees’ speed wouldn’t even be a quarter of the enemy’s speed.

When the enemy moves 500km, refugees would struggle to move even 50km.

Calculating the distance, even if they started evacuating right now, they would clearly be caught before reaching Draxel.

Even mobilizing all spatial movement gates would be impossible.

There wouldn’t be nearly enough magical power to move tens of millions of people.

“The fanatics will overtake the refugees midway, and it will end in meaningless sacrifice.”

If caught during the evacuation, there would be a massacre.

They might die staying in the fortress, but at least they could buy time.

However, dying after being caught by the enemy in open plains would just be a worthless death.

“We need to send an advance party to slow the enemy’s march. The demon side has agreed to cooperate with this part.”

“If the goal is to slow the enemy’s advance, wouldn’t defending the fortresses be better?”

“If we defend the fortresses, is there any guarantee the enemy will engage in siege warfare?”

“That’s…”

“The enemy isn’t human. They’re a group of fanatics obsessed with slaughter.”

You shouldn’t think of the enemy as human.

They have no interest in land or riches.

Just killing more humans.

Therefore, castles and fortresses aren’t attractive prey for fanatics.

“If the enemy bypasses the main fortresses where soldiers are gathered and moves to the rear, that’s when true disaster will strike.”

The price of dispersing forces was clear as day.

People would starve to death and be defeated one by one starting with the weakest points.

Then the continent would fall into the fanatics’ hands without proper resistance.

“We have no chance with conventional methods anyway. So we need to take a gamble.”

“Huh…”

Orlaben Grimier fell into deep thought.

This was an insane idea no matter how you looked at it.

Abandoning the entire northern continent and moving tens of millions of refugees.

And sending suicide squads to slow the enemy’s advance.

It wasn’t a strategy that could come from a normal person’s mind.

But Orlaben Grimier was convinced.

Though Ian’s words seemed far-fetched, if successful, it was undoubtedly the best plan.

“Alright. I will speak with His Imperial Majesty.”

***

That evening, the Emperor’s approval came down.

And the large-scale evacuation began.

The northern part of the Drason Empire.

More precisely, it was a massive evacuation of all people living northeast of the capital Draxel (in the direction of Gatren).

The Drason Empire is the most populous nation on the continent.

Adding refugees gathered from across the continent, the number of people moving exceeds 50 million.

“Hero, will people be able to evacuate in time?”

“We have to make it possible.”

Choi Hyun-seok answered Rachel’s question with a determined expression.

He was assigned to a special unit to halt the enemy’s advance.

A unit composed entirely of legendary-level warriors.

There were six members.

Choi Hyun-seok and Park Hyun-a.

Two legends from the Drason Empire.

One legend from the Domis Kingdom.

And an unaffiliated legend who had been hiding in seclusion.

They had expected more legends to gather, but whether already fallen to the fanatics or not, no more legends came to join the unit.

Anyway, while these six were organizing as the core with the Drason Empire’s Magic Corps supporting from the rear.

An unexpected figure joined the unit.

“Kinley Fusel.”

One of the three legends of the Holy Empire of Gatren, Kinley Fusel.

She had come to Draxel.

“You don’t seem to be here looking for a place to die. Have you come to beg for your life now?”

Park Hyun-a spoke in a hostile tone.

It couldn’t be helped, as Kinley Fusel was a key figure in Gatren.

Could she really have been unaware of the Empire’s Sacrifice?

There’s a high possibility she already knew.

So her coming now to help stop the fanatics wasn’t well received.

“… It would be a lie to say I didn’t know.”

Kinley Fusel spoke with a dark expression.

“I knew such a plan existed. I heard it was the final plan to turn all the empire’s subjects into soldiers when things reached their worst.”

“So. You didn’t know the details so you’re not at fault. Is that the kind of bullshit you came all this way to say?”

Kinley Fusel shook her head.

Her fists were trembling as she clenched them tightly.

“I have no desire for absolution. I just… Want revenge.”

Revenge.

Kinley Fusel wanted revenge.

For her fallen comrades.

For her descendants who lost their minds and became fanatics.

“Asmund, whom you killed. That bastard died on the battlefield. He died fighting to protect his country, so he probably has no regrets. It’s something that could happen anytime to people like us.”

Asmund, one of the three legends.

He was killed by Choi Hyun-seok and Park Hyun-a in Gratiam.

Kinley Fusel grieved and was angered by his death, but that’s where it ends.

They fought to kill each other after all.

It was right to be prepared that you could die at any time.

One must humbly accept the results of defeat.

“However, Gelling was different… That bastard died buried among a crowd of fanatics without even being able to properly resist…”

Gelling Mustan.

Kinley still couldn’t forget how he looked when he died.

That day when the citizens of Gratiam suddenly turned into fanatics.

Kinley fled urgently, but Gelling was caught by the crowd of fanatics.

“Gelling! What are you doing? Quickly use fighting techniques or magic to escape!”

“Th-these people are citizens of the empire! I can’t hurt them…!”

“Wake up! These guys have all gone mad! They’re not human anymore!”

Tens of thousands, perhaps millions – Gelling Mustan met his death while buried in a crowd of fanatics.

He didn’t resist until the end.

Kinley saw it.

The first one who rushed at Gelling was a young girl, his descendant whom he used to adore.

In truth, it wasn’t that he didn’t resist, but that he couldn’t resist.

Given the nature of fanatics, they could only be dealt with by killing them.

He simply couldn’t bring himself to kill his descendant, especially a young girl.

“I leave… The rest… To you… Kinley.”

That’s how his companion of several hundred years, Gelling, met a miserable death.

By the hands of the people of his beloved homeland.

Just remembering that time made Kinley Fusel’s body heat up and break into a cold sweat.

“I won’t make excuses saying I didn’t know… I’m not thinking that I can atone by joining you now or by opposing the Pope…”

Kinley Fusel got down on her knees.

“Please. Use me however you want, just give me a chance. A chance for revenge… And a chance to save even a few more people.”

“…”

“I promise that when this is all over, I will pay for my sins with death.”

A heavy silence swept over the gathering.

Time passed as no one dared to speak up.

Kinley Fusel remained kneeling without moving an inch.

“What are you all doing? Time is of the essence.”

“… Choi Hyun-seok.”

“Why are you all staring blankly? We need to be moving day and night from now on, so quit the unnecessary confession and get up.”

Choi Hyun-seok said disinterestedly and started gathering his belongings.

Though there wasn’t much to prepare anyway.

The others also turned their gazes away from Kinley Fusel and returned to their own tasks.

Though unspoken, they had agreed to Kinley Fusel joining them.

“… I will stand at the very frontline without sparing my life.”

Kinley Fusel said as she stood up.

This time, Park Hyun-a frowned and snapped at her.

“Don’t talk nonsense. You need to survive as long as possible. Are you trying to die as soon as we head out?”

“…”

“Like Choi Hyun-seok said, quit the unnecessary stuff and just focus on surviving.”

Kinley Fusel silently nodded and checked her equipment.

And so, after some time passed.

The legends of the continent who had completed all preparations left Draxel.

To stop the fanatics who were obsessed with happiness and slaughter.

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