The Hero’s Brother Is Bound To Be Depressed

4 – One Line

A horse without feet travels a thousand miles. Rumors spread through the academy in an instant.

Roel’s younger brother passed out after being hit in the head by his creation car!

Although he went on to say that if it wasn’t for his older brother he wouldn’t have been able to attend the academy.

Both are true, so all I could do was ignore the contemptuous glances and ridicule they sent me.

Fortunately, is it because of the existence of an older brother, or is it because he is a 20-year-old adult?

I didn’t openly bully, but there was no one around me after Dalian, probably because I was stigmatized as a lump of baggage, meaning nothing without my brother.

When you are eating in a corner of a restaurant. Have you heard the rumors and been worried?

Roel sat across from me with a worried look on her face, holding a plate.

“Ross, are you okay?”

“Yes. Because it’s true.”

Suppress your sense of inferiority and defeat while answering. Roel said in a cautious voice.

“If you want to learn a sword from me….”

“No, it’s okay.”

It was really good. If things worked out as planned, what would suit me was not a sword, but a spear suitable for stabbing.

“Am I not learning because of my pride?”

I could tell who it was at a glance by the appearance of the girl who suddenly appeared by Roel’s side. Blond hair and clear green eyes. A playful expression.

The heroine of Roel and the second year head of the Ministry of Magic. And she was ‘Flavia’, the wizard position in the warrior party.

“If it were me, I would have asked my brother to teach me a sword, even if it was just because I was embarrassed or embarrassed.”

“Flavia.”

“Ah, did you feel bad? Sorry, I’m a bit direct.”

When Roel restrained Flavia with sarcastic remarks, she apologized in an apologetic voice, but her expression did not show sincerity at all.

As I set it up, I smiled and smiled at the sight of Flavia, who was not mean to anyone other than Roel.

Flavia narrowed her brows, wondering how to interpret that laugh.

“It’s amazing how you have pride even though you don’t have any skills~”

“Flavia, stop it.”

Realizing that Roel was angry at Roel’s cool voice, Flavia excused herself with her embarrassed face.

“No, I just…. I said it because I was worried about Roel’s brother.~”

“Ross must have an idea. So don’t rush me from the side.”

“Yes. Okay~”

Flavia, who had been responding to Roel’s words with a smile, tried to tell me something with her mouth invisibly from Roel, but she turned her head to the cold-looking girl with silver hair who appeared next to Roel.

The Grand Duchess of the North. Among the heroines in the novel, she was the most popular Ilia.

According to her personality, Ilya sat next to Roel without speaking.

It gave me a very strange feeling to see the characters in the novels I created live and breathe right in front of my eyes.

What kind of expression was he making? Roel, who met my eyes, said with a puzzled face.

“Ross, if you have any difficulties, always tell your brother. I will help you.”

She nodded at Roel’s heartfelt voice and stood up.

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Not only did people’s attention focus on her, but Roel’s appearance with beauties on either side of her made her feel like she would pretend to continue eating as her inferiority complex rose in her heart.

As I left the cafeteria and walked around the campus to return to the dormitory, someone blocked my way.

“Hi! Are you Ross?”

I could tell who it was at a glance by the color of her pink hair, blocking the way with a bright voice.

The head of the pension department in the second year. Originally, she was ‘Rosalyn’, a heroine who would have been the owner of Fatulga’s spell book.

She is Rosalyn who boasts a unique breast size among heroines, so let’s see her breasts bigger than her head in front of her eyes. She had no choice but to swallow her dry saliva.

“Hello.”

“Yes! I’m Rosalyn, the 2nd year pension department head. She’s also Roel’s best friend.”

That statement is false. Rosalyn was a heroine who could be described as her most serious stalker rather than her best friend.

Perhaps the reason you approached me was to get information about Roel.

“Are there Roel’s habits or things she likes? I think it would be easier to give gifts later if I knew in advance.”

It’s a lie. The Rosalyn I set up was a weak yandere-feeling heroine who wrote everything down in a notebook and said, ‘She doesn’t know Roel as well as I do!’ She was happy.

She gives presents to her best friend in the first place, but wouldn’t it be strange for her to ask others about her habits?

I ignored Rosalyn and tried to pass by her, but Rosalyn hurriedly stopped me.

“Wait, wait! If you give me information about Roel, I can pay you well!” Roel, Roel.

The inferiority complex that I had suppressed at the name that sounded boring exploded.

“My brother likes girls with mustaches.”

“What… ?”

Rosalind looked at me with an expression of disbelief through her wide eyes, and for some reason, I felt the inferiority complex that had filled her chest disappear.

“That’s a lie, right?”

I shrugged my shoulders at Rosalyn’s words.

“Really. My older brother can’t use four legs when it comes to hair. He likes leg hair and armpit hair too.”

Of course this is a lie. Even if Rosalyn suddenly grew her mustache and showed off her leg and armpit hair, the kind-hearted Roel wouldn’t even say she didn’t like it.

Seeing Rosalyn’s astonished look at her, she seemed to burst into laughter, so she bit her lip and, pretending nothing was wrong, passed her Rosalyn and headed for her dormitory.

***

What’s so fun about? Ignoring the noise of her roommate chattering among themselves, she checked Fa Tulga’s spell book.

A magic book that contains spells related to space magic. Because of my lack of magical knowledge, I was blocked from the first chapter.

It was impossible for me to use all the magic written in Patulga’s spell book even after I was born with low magical power.

Of course, it’s not that there aren’t elixirs or artifacts that increase magical power, but they weren’t something that I, a commoner, could get. Among the things left as rice cakes, there was nothing related to magic.

In the first place, when setting up the heroes and heroines. I started with a minimum mana of 8 for easy development, so it was natural that there was no rice cake related to mana.

But it wasn’t that there was no way at all. The only problem was that the things I needed were outside the academy.

How should I get out of the academy? While thinking and checking the setting book, I remembered what would happen tonight in the articles organized by readers.

A case in which all the people in the village died due to a mutant orc that was born as a result of a warlock’s experiment. After that, the main character, accidentally caught up in the events that continue to happen, kills the orc and becomes an opportunity to confront the warlock.

There was nothing I could do. I didn’t have the ability to kill mutant orcs, and I didn’t know what kind of town it was.

Even if I repeat that I can’t help it. Perhaps because of a nervous breakdown, he kept thinking about people who were going to die from mutant orcs.

Let’s not think about it. There’s nothing I can do.

It must be the death of an extra with no name and no setting. Maybe because of Ross’s nervous breakdown, he tossed and turned all night and couldn’t go to bed.

The next day.

After breakfast, I returned to the classroom and took my seat in a corner.

“Haaa….”

Is it because I couldn’t sleep last night? A long yawn flowed out in the warm classroom temperature.

When I was thinking of putting my face on her desk and closing my eyes for a while. Lycan powerfully opened the classroom door and entered.

“Today, instead of class, I want to show you guys the reality. Under the principal’s special instructions, all first-year students of the academy are going to clean up the village under Moonlight Mountain.”

At the sudden words, one person raised his hand and asked a question.

“Are you helping to maintain the village?”

At that question, Lycan smiled grimly.

“Cleaning up the body. After the investigation by the imperial investigation team, we decided to clean up after ourselves as an experience.” At Lycan’s words, the classroom was filled with a muffled noise.

When I heard the word cleanup of the town’s corpses, I remembered what I had thought of last night about the mutant orcs, and I felt a strange feeling like something was swelling up in my chest.

“This is to show the nobles who used to live in the capital city or the city with their own eyes the reality that is currently happening in the empire, so everyone must attend. A portal will open in the basement of the academy, so everyone go downstairs and wait in 10 minutes!”

Is it because of a nervous breakdown? My head hurt like it would break.

***

This is the first time I experienced a portal. Calming down the upset stomach, as instructed, they waited in a line at the entrance of the village for each class.

“The investigation is over. Classes 101 through 103 will follow the instructor’s instructions to enter the forest and retrieve trees. Teams 104 through 106 collect corpses from the outskirts of town and bring them to the entrance. Classes 107 through 109 bring corpses from inside the village to the entrance.”

Students swallowed saliva at the cry of the lycan. Bloodstains visible from the entrance of the village and black smoke billowing out of the village. I instinctively felt fear at the disgusting smell that stimulated my sense of smell.

“Seeing a dead body can shock you. However, today’s work will be the most important experience in your academy life. Some people will give up because of the memory of today, and some people will try harder to prevent something like today from happening.”

Let’s sweep our chests amidst the disgusting smell and rumblings. Lycan laughed at my actions.

“Even the corpse’s fingers and eyes must be collected. Unless you like watching the corpses of Imperial citizens get eaten by rats and monsters.”

Some people who are weak in the stomach at the words of the lycans have already started to vomit.

“Each class starts following the instructor!”

As I stood there as if I was nailed to the footsteps that did not fall, someone from behind pushed my back, telling me to go quickly.

I sighed and entered the village. A mixture of burning and repulsive odors clogged most of the nostrils.

“Scatter and collect the bodies of each section.”

In order, following the instructions of the instructor, everyone moved reluctantly.

“You are in the house with the red roof over there.”

I walked in front of the house where the instructor pointed with his finger.

My stomach rumbled at the stench wafting through the cracks in the broken wooden door. I forced myself to vomit and went inside the house.

I was afraid that there might be dead bodies in the bloodstains on the walls of the house.

I had never seen a corpse before being possessed. Feeling fear, I carefully looked around and finally found a body in a small room that looked like a child’s room.

Did you try to protect the child until the end? Her body, presumably her mother, had her head blown off, and the figure of a small child sticking out her long tongue with her neck broken in the bosom of the corpse made her breathless as if someone had put a stone down her throat.

The memory popped into her head at will.

“Ah, let’s add a warlock as an enemy.”

A setting added after seeing the warlock character in the game.

A line of text written without much thought to let the reader know how strong the mutant orcs are.

– A village was attacked by monsters and was annihilated in an instant without resistance.

The corpses of her mother and daughter, who held her hands tightly until the end, hurt as if someone had stabbed a sword into her heart.

Her vision became hazy, and her whole body trembled as if convulsing.

Is it because of a nervous breakdown? Or, is it guilt for the terrible results of a thoughtless line of writing?

To the world in the novel I created. To the death of a dusty extra that you didn’t even know existed.

Really funny

Like a person who lost something precious

As I spat out unknown words or screams, my legs gave out and I hit my forehead on the bloody floor.