Vol 2 Chapter 7 (1/2)
WSU VOLUME 2 CHAPTER 7: THE HERO AND THE DEAD
Editor: Potatos, Skoll
The Hero and the Dead
My name is Leon, and I am a hero
Or I should say, I was a hero
I no longer had any qualifications to call myself a hero
I arrived at the inn, which was decorated with a serene, churchy style The walls ashed, and they had even installed stained glass like a church The service staff inside were very neat and orderly Every ular They all wore a white service uniform
“Are you staying here?”
The lady at the entrance counter sreeted me
“Yes”
“Please take out your identification card and register here”
“There’s no need My cootten a room”
“Okay” She so the third floor to eat”
I guessed that I would most likely find Carolina and the rest on the third floor I bowed respectfully in thanks then went up
When I went to the third floor, I discovered what looked to be the beginnings of a high-end restaurant It was a space carpeted by a red flooring Iance There were plenty of wait staff, but it was like there were fish ons [1 A variety of people] There was every kind of person here There was a lady in a red dress, elegantly raising a glass of red wine and also a ed uncle dressed very finely There was a band playing a long song and a pair of nobles dancing tohis steak as well as a fat wo down her food
I asked for a plate of rice topped with beef brisket and found a remote place to sit
It seemed that Carolina had not come in After all, it was a little early to have dinner
I sat in front of an elderly lady wearing a black arhtly in her hands as she prayed
I ad yellow light
The surrounding claly I scooped out a spoonful of rice and put it in my mouth The beef brisket had been cooked until it was soft, tender and juicy The flavor rance of the rice and black pepper sauce
Even if Ailee had taught me many times how to use a knife and fork, it did not become a habit
I took a look in front ofincessantly
She seemed to be around seventy years old Her silver hair had been combed into a simple bun, and she was stooped over
Her face was full of wrinkles, and she wore a sorrowful expression
Did she lose a family member?
Out of politeness, I planned to greet her
Just as I had been about to lean closer to her, I heard her last sentence:
“Leon, may you not be reincarnated for an eternity Not even ten thousand years in hell could wipe your sins clean”
The spoon ina weak sound
That’s right
I could not even have a moment to enjoy a bowl of beef and rice in this world
In front of that elderly person, I chose to remain silent She raised her eyes, and when she saw me frozen there, she put down the silver cross in her hand in astonishment
“An adventurer?”
“You could say that”
“Sorry, I’m old so I like to mutter to myself Did I bother you?”
“No, not at all”
I picked up the spoon and used the inside of my cloak to wipe it clean The silver spoon reflected back my masked face
I put a piece of the beef brisket into my mouth and cheordlessly
Feeling
Pulling backsound
“May I ask……what sort of grudge you have with Leon?”
The elderly person brushed back the white hair at her temples, and her entire wrinkled face warped It was hard to ier on an elderly person In thatexpression Her squinty eyes had suddenly grown large and her few teeth ground together and her lips pulled back and see to crack
In the next second, she recovered her original appearance
I then understood, what it meant for a well-trained person to be able to suppress e willpower in a second
“My son died in the ‘Disaster of the Three Hundred’”
“Disaster of the Three Hundred? Are you referring to the Expedition Regiainst Scampelier?”
The old lady shut her eyes
“Don’t you know? Are you a foreigner who cae”
“If I could be so presumptuous as to ask, what is your son’s name?”
“Walker Walker Maylise”
I recalled that person in the Expedition Regiment
Fuzzyto the surface
A large and heavy olden hair and a square face He was alearing a soft smile
He specialized in the great sword and had the passive skill “God Strength” He could s he touched On the teae output and defense But he had ood nature
At the end of practice in the First Division, lots of people would slap hi a drink?” And he would agree every tiolden beer and pour it on his golden hair Then with the foaue to lick it
Although occasionally he would do sos, he was really quite a reliable person
But then, in that battle, he died
In defense, he used his God Strength to strengthen his great sword and his body, but he was so easily pierced through by Scampelier’s hand
A cavity was opened in his chest and he spurted out a mouthful of blood and died