Running Away From The Hero! (Remake)-Chapter 258

News began to spread across the continent.

<Demon King Parfesse’s Death!>

<Demon King Defeated by Empire Warriors!>

“Crazy! What nonsense is this?”

It was a situation where curses came out naturally.

“Why would they do that? Isn’t it good for the Demon King to die?”

No. It’s very good.

“But that’s not right, is it?”

He’s the Demon King. A being who brings about the destruction of the world.

Even if he’s supposed to be the original disciple, he’s just an imposter.

“He’s just a mid-level boss who died too soon.”

It was an unexpectedly quick exit for a demon king of dragon lineage.

Really, really fast!

“It’s good when a strong enemy disappears quickly, isn’t it?”

“It also means that there’s another strong enemy.”

I heard the news that a demon king was defeated, but it turned into a situation where you couldn’t even laugh.

“Originally, it’s a character that’s supposed to bring the heroes to a crisis by surviving longer than even the final boss.”

“What nonsense is that?”

“It means he shouldn’t go down so easily.”

Originally, final bosses tend to go down anticlimactically. They have tremendous power, but are defeated anticlimactically by protagonists who have already awakened to their full potential.

However, in the case of mid-level bosses, there are times when the protagonists are defeated before they’ve fully grown.

For example, if there’s a fatal weakness in the protagonist that the mid-level boss exploits, or if there’s an overwhelming power differential that leads to defeat.

Even the ParX leinX we saw in our childhood suffered a major defeat at a midpoint and faced a major crisis, but we’ve seen them overcome it several times with new weapons or robots!

Surely, a former dragon turned into a perfect mid-level boss character like the Demon King wouldn’t go down so anticlimactically!

“The final boss won’t go down any more anticlimactically, will it?”

“Hmm… With the current combat power of humans, they might be able to defeat him in one go.”

“That can’t be…”

The Demon King needs to inflict as much damage as possible on the humans. That way, after the Demon King is defeated, there will be a need for recovery time, and they won’t be able to follow me.

“Wishing for people to die for your escape time…”

“They don’t have to die. It’s actually more effective to seriously injure them than to kill them.”

In wars where there are many casualties, it’s common to bury or cremate the dead all at once.

It’s best to recover and bury each body and offer condolences, but it’s practically impossible because badly damaged bodies often decompose before their identities can be confirmed, creating the risk of spreading infectious diseases.

On the other hand, severely injured people, though alive, may die if left untreated, making it easier to hinder the enemy.

“As many seriously injured as possible. And if necessary, as many dead as possible. To the point where they can’t even think of coming to get me!”

“Right now, the owner has turned the ruined kingdom into an enemy.”

“Even though the Empire and the Demon King are going crazy trying to catch me, what are the other kingdoms worried about?”

They were kingdoms that didn’t even listen to what I said.

“And originally, it’s not scary when a kingdom collapses.”

What’s scary about power is the ability to wield state power at will.

If you mess with the royal family or the nobility, you break the laws of the kingdom, and soldiers and knights are sent to punish you.

What have villains always had to watch out for?

Avoiding a beating.

No matter how strong a villain is, if he gets beaten up, he’ll suffer a devastating defeat.

It’s a fact that can be seen from the past lives of ParXXinger’s senior villains, who often fought against an average of 1 to 5, or the past Demon Kings, who fought bravely against tens or hundreds of heroes and died bravely.

There’s no business in Daguri.

That was the truth that remained unchanged in both past and present lives.

But for royals or nobles without a kingdom to mobilize military forces, history changes!

They say that when it rains, it’s the time when old bones ache, but nobles with limited troops can be assassinated at any time.

Even looking at it this way, I was once an elite agent in the most evil organization in the Empire.

I can still do it!

“I have no intention of doing that.”

“Well, that’s another story.”

Being able to do something and deciding to do it are two different things. At this age, moving around is very tiring.

And right now there were many more important things to do.

“We have to tie these things down so they can’t move.”

It’s better to deal with things that have happened than things that haven’t.

“We may lack information, but it should be somewhat accurate.”

I continue to look at the map, which shows various pieces of information.

Since you never know when the gods of nature will strike unexpectedly, the accuracy may not be exact even with the shuttle destroyed, but it should still be roughly accurate.

“They are completely decimated.”

The places marked on the map were where battles between the demonic forces and the Empire Army had taken place, all of which had ended in the complete annihilation of the demonic forces.

“With only rumors…?”

“At least one and a half times more areas must have been cleared.”

In past lives, there were madmen who took pictures of monsters coming out of the gates and posted them on social media, but there were no such madmen here.

Thanks to this, information didn’t spread as quickly, and could be easily blocked if desired.

The only official announcements come from the individual temples, but it’s questionable how much the temples will communicate about the activities of the Imperial Army.

“Temples have to survive, too.”

As Iron Bat said.

Why do people donate to temples and pray to the gods?

It’s to borrow the power of the gods when faced with events that cannot be resolved by human power.

But if the heroes who call themselves the power of the gods keep losing battles, and the Empire Army suddenly appears and wipes out the demonic forces, what will become of the dignity of the gods?

Probably, the gods are just as excited as I am about the Empire Army’s complete victory.

“In the future, the heroes should take the lead, and the Imperial Army should be kept in check as much as possible. But can the Heroes do that?”

In terms of past skills and talents alone, the Hero Fellows were much more outstanding than Mirah.

But there seemed to be something inexplicable about Mirah.

What should I call it… protagonist privilege?

Surely, considering all the conditions, if this is a novel, the hero fellows should be the protagonists, but there was something like an inexplicable protection around Mirah to the extent that she felt like the protagonist.

In reality, when Ria and the Hero Fellows clashed with Mirah, they said there was such a huge gap that they couldn’t even think of opposing her.

“Did I turn the enemy for nothing…?”

I didn’t expect them to be strong enough to move the Imperial Army.

Even without the main force moving, a demon king has disappeared, and the demon army is being wiped out!

“What should we do?”

“Um… we are short of resources…”

What I have now is some pocket money, some gold bars, and some precious metals that can be sold at a high price, along with two Gear Scrolls and an Iron Bat.

With them, it’s impossible to make changes to the hero, the Imperial Army, and the Demonic Forces.

In the end, only one thing was needed. Someone who could bring about a change in these powers.

“There is no chance for such a person to appear.”

“That’s right.”

At the very least, my disciples should have become formidable powers, but most of them were connected to something.

Whether it’s a demon king, a hero, the Empire Army, or a mid-level boss of the evil organization Sia founded.

“I raised my disciples wrong…”

“I admit it.”

As Iron Bat said.

These so-called disciples seem to be filled with thoughts of catching and sacrificing their master instead of helping.

The only ones whose whereabouts I can’t seem to track down are Ria and Rude, but there’s no way those guys would be in such a shabby inn, right?

“Sigh… Shall I drink some alcohol?”

Personally, I don’t like alcohol. No, I hate it.

I have often told my disciples that no matter how strong you are, when you get drunk you lose your mind.

Losing your reason means that you can’t make rational judgments, and not being able to make rational judgments means that you might lose your life to the villains at any moment.

That’s why I advised you not to drink alcohol.

There might be unavoidable circumstances, but normally I advised you to abstain from alcohol as much as possible, and even if you do drink, just have one or two drinks.

But as human beings, there are times when it’s unavoidable.

I was like that now. I just wanted to get drunk and fall asleep without any worries.

And it seemed I wasn’t the only one.

“Cough!”

“Come on! You amateurs!”

It was a shabby bar near the shabby inn.

“What, collapsed again? Next!”

A woman in shabby clothes shouted as she raised a glass of alcohol.

“Did Messik go down?”

“Damn it! Seven already!”

“Hey, bring more drinks!”

Ignoring the people moving the collapsed bodies, the woman kept shouting for drinks.

“The kid who hasn’t even dried the blood on his head is something else!”

At that moment, a middle-aged man in his fifties approached beside the woman.

“You’ll die when the blood on your head dries up!”

At such a man, the woman held out her glass of alcohol with a sly smile.

“Hahaha! That’s a good one.”

The man who took the glass filled it with alcohol and downed it in one gulp.

“Better to die drunk than sober.”

“You say that, but look at you. Can you handle it?”

“I’m not so untrained that I could lose to a young girl.”

Huh!

The woman chuckled softly, then emptied her glass neatly.

“Then come and see.”

“Fevra! You’re our hope!”

“Cheer up, Fevra!”

“Don’t lean on outsiders any more!”

All the guests in the tavern cheered for the middle-aged man.

-Owner, not drinking?

It was Iron Bat’s question, transformed into the shape of a bracelet so as not to attract too much attention.

– Yes.

Originally, I wanted to get drunk and collapse after a long time, but when I saw that scene, I couldn’t bring myself to drink.

And that’s understandable.

– Because what was needed came up.

It wasn’t the time to drink alcohol.

#7 Your situation: The Situation of a Drunkard

“Cough!”

“Th-that can’t be!”

“Fevra, even you!”

It was a tough opponent. To withstand such a barrage without collapsing was commendable.

It was a level that even an ordinary person should not underestimate.

“Haaaaaaah!”

But they collapsed.

The joy of defeating a strong opponent flooded my mind.

“Ooooooh!”

“A deity, a deity has appeared!”

“Um… do you have money for drinks?”

As I shouted, praises came from everywhere.

Of course, the last voice I heard was that of the tavern owner.

“Me~ hic! Even though I look like this! I’m a… not a top-class… I mean a mercenary!”

I took a piece of gold out of my pocket and handed it to the owner.

With this amount, I could buy a lot of this cheap alcohol.

“I’m treating today! But only those who drink with me can come!”

The tavern owner’s face lit up at the sight of the gold coin, and the drunken patrons cheered as I offered to buy drinks for everyone.

Drunk… and caught up in the atmosphere.

“Let’s drink! Let’s drink and forget!”

I had only heard negative stories about alcohol, so I didn’t know it could feel so good.

I didn’t have to use magic to remove the drunkenness if I wanted to, but there was no need to remove such a good feeling.

“Come on, drink! More!”

I poured drinks for the new challenger.

This challenger couldn’t hold out for long and ended up kissing the floor after only seven drinks.

“What’s the matter! Are all the men here this weak?”

My tongue began to slur. But I could drink more.

“I can’t back down after hearing that!”

“Hahaha! That’s right! That’s the spirit!”

I beat down one challenger after another who accepted my challenge.

I didn’t know. I didn’t know that I was so strong against alcohol.

Even if they weren’t trained, I was able to defeat most of the people in the tavern with alcohol alone.

“Indeed, I’m a genius!”

Hahaha!

Was it because I was drunk? I even enjoyed the strange laughter.

“Shall I have a drink with you?”

At that moment, a new challenger arrived.

“Sure. Always welcome…”

I smiled as I looked at the new challenger.

“Come?”

The welcoming smile for the new challenger vanished instantly. I couldn’t believe the presence in front of me.

“As expected, it’s you.”

“Huh? Huh?”

Had I drunk too much? Was that why they said not to get drunk?

“We were meant to meet, Sis!”

Thunk!

A silver-haired girl appeared and put her hand on my left shoulder. And at that moment, the drunkenness vanished as if it were a lie.

“Why… why… why…”

My trembling lips couldn’t form words. And tears began to well up in my eyes.

At the same time,

“Alcohol is something you should learn from your parents or your master.”

“Ah…”

I heard the Professor’s voice right next to me, and I slowly, very slowly, took the glass of alcohol offered by the Professor, thinking to myself.

I’ll never get drunk again!