There Was a Porter Who Would One Day Be Called a Prophet

47 – Whoever wants to be a hero is to me

A great end.

It is a word that makes the second half reassuring just by listening to it.

This game divides the balance according to the role of the party.

If Reina, a ranged dealer, deals with trash through multiple attacks, and is a continuous dealer, Talia is designed as a one-shot dealer that puts mads and bursts.

Then the question arises.

Why did Polaris become a scammer that encompasses dildos, tangdos, and even buffs?

Because of the warrior.

The performance controversy, which started with ‘If you are the main character of the game, you must be strong’, becomes enough to be eaten by the hero alone in the second half.

But if you do it all by yourself, why divide the roles?

So, the hero has become a long-term plastic surgery character.

A character with high stats from the beginning, but as you learn more and more skills, your stats will increase and your high point will increase infinitely.

In order to satisfy the romance of getting stronger and stronger, I removed all skills and changed it to a method obtained as I progressed.

This heterogeneous structure was circumvented by the setting of ‘the hero was chosen by the goddess, and it is only natural that the saint who serves the goddess assists the hero’.

It’s absurd to think about it now.

It’s okay for such a hero to be weak in the beginning. Because it’s natural.

There would be no problem if he had learned even the basic skills that could be obtained in the East.

But.

“Why do you keep avoiding my eyes?”

“…”

It seems that our hero has come this far only with flat attacks. What kind of fight have you been fighting so far?

“Porter! But how hard the hero has worked!”

“If there is something missing, we can make up for it!”

“That’s right, brother! Even if you can’t use skills, there’s been no problem until now!”

The party members came forward to protect the warrior when he couldn’t say anything.

At first glance, it might seem like great camaraderie, but at least it wasn’t for me.

‘Did you guys know?’

These traitors.

If he had succeeded in escaping from the swamp that day, the demon king would have swallowed the world by default.

He glared at the party members, who were still hiding this important information, and said.

“Would you guys be able to fight without skills from now on?”

“…That’s it.”

Starting with skill and ending with skill, Talia is sunk.

“And the saintess. You said there was no problem, right?”

“Yes? Yes…”

Polaris blurts out whether he can predict his future.

“Now we have a problem.”

“…”

As the party members were being cornered like that, the hero who had been lowering his head finally opened his mouth.

“It’s all because I’m lacking. Being a hero, I can’t use a single skill, so what kind of a hero are you…”

The warrior who spat out self-deprecating words rose from his seat.

Are you upset again?

‘Is Mesgaki the next hero? I’m not looking after any children.’

I suddenly remembered what the emperor had said.

-From the time he was 9 years old until now, he has grown up to be just a warrior. He’s only big in body, but he’s the same on the inside. So please keep an eye on me

I thought it was just a comment. Emperor, what the hell are you….

He must be in the empire, but the emperor is winning one game after another today.

It seems the time has come to teach our hero first.

“Hero, I have a method…”

“…I’ll get some fresh air.”

Contrary to my expectations, the hero who cut me off quickly left the inn.

Huh?

Before I could do anything, I just stood there like a person who had been cut at the entrance.

***

Shortly after Durandal became a hero.

Durandal joined the Imperial Knights to receive training.

I’m a warrior.

The seniors there were worried that I was only 9 years old and that it was too much, but I was able to endure it.

‘Isn’t it natural to become the hero you’ve been longing for?’

Of course, at first, my name was engraved on the holy sword and I was startled to cry at the eyes looking at me.

‘Heroes I’ve seen in books always face trials, so I can’t kneel in such trials!’

Becoming a hero, I gained strength that was incomparable to before and sharpened it.

Rather than training, it was even more difficult to hide the fact that she was a woman.

Then one day the day came when I could see the captain.

“Kid. Are you the famous hero these days?”

The War Hero of the Empire. Gilbert Lionheart.

The person closest to being a hero even though he is not a hero.

“Training is good, but take it easy. You have to take care of your body.”

I studied hard under him.

Slash, swing, stab, etc.

His current swordsmanship is to the extent that traces of him remain.

Not long after I turned 12, the captain came to me complaining.

“What is this son of Caias doing when the Emperor can’t get rid of one of these things…”

“Did you call, Captain?”

“Oh, is the kid here?”

“I’m grown up too. Please don’t call me that.”

“Isn’t puberty coming too early for a boy?”

“Captain!”

“It’s a joke. It’s a joke. It’s just the two of us here. What?”

The captain, who erased his smile, held out a scroll to me.

“This is an order given to you.”

“To me?”

“Yeah, but I have other orders too. I can’t go with you.”

“Don’t worry! We will make it happen!”

“Kid.”

“Don’t call me a kid…!”

At that time, I was speechless.

Because the Captain’s eyes were full of worry.

“If you think you can’t do it, you can refuse. I’ll try to explain it well.”

“It’s something I have to do someday.”

“Haa…”

The captain sighed and asked me to do one thing.

“Go and keep this in mind. You’re a hero, you’re a hero. Throw away those thoughts and just come and feel what combat is like. Okay?”

“Yes!”

The next day.

As I was appointed to lead the troops at the age of 12, I was given orders directly in front of His Majesty.

“There are forces that threaten the safety of the empire. Go and prove your strength.”

“Yes! Your Majesty!”

The eyes of His Majesty I saw then were also the same as those of the leader, so I made a promise after seeing that.

I promise to erase the worries from your eyes.

But contrary to my thoughts, the first battle I experienced came as a shock.

Flying blood and flesh.

A slaughter battle that kills and dies while cursing each other.

To make matters worse, once I stood out, the enemy mobilized all of their personnel and attacked from both sides.

I learned tactics in theory, but it was very difficult to apply them in the field.

My head told me to do this, but whenever I heard a scream, my eyes kept going that way.

In the end, I decided to leave one side to my allies and deal with the other side alone.

-Poo-wook.

For the first time, blood came out of the holy sword with my name engraved on it.

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Just like that, two, three, four people.

Before the blood had dried, it was painted even thicker.

When there was no one left to cut down, he ran towards his allies and repeated the same action.

Enemies who do not surrender despite unfavorable circumstances.

I was only swinging at those enemies.

When the battle was over, all of the holy swords were stained red.

It was no different for me.

Allies praised me for that.

A warrior after all. It is said to be the sword of the empire.

When my ears were deafened by allies ringing the news of victory, I looked at the holy sword in my hand.

The situation covered in blood along with the holy sword that inherited my name was different from the hero I had imagined.

The hero cut down monsters and brought peace.

Because I was praised for cutting people.

However, he couldn’t show his fear in front of his allies.

Because I am a warrior.

Let’s look around. Our allies are also taking a lot of damage.

Seeing that made me feel powerless.

In the book, the warrior awakened his hidden power at the moment of crisis, but there was no such thing as hidden power from me.

I wonder if it was from then.

I started to distinguish between the hero and myself in the book.

I returned and continued my training, but I couldn’t shake off the doubt I had once heard.

Am I a warrior?

Even though I swung my sword without stopping because I didn’t want to think about it, the warrior’s talent didn’t let me go.

“Kid.”

The captain returned before I knew it and stopped me.

“You say you have something to think about when you’re swinging a sword?”

“Sorry.”

“No, that’s not what I meant… That’s it. Come over here.”

When the captain called, I approached.

“Are you worried about anything these days?”

“No. I don’t have one.”

“Hmm.”

The captain saw right through to see if he read something from me.

“Something happened on the last mission.”

“…No.”

“There’s someone else to cheat on… Hey Herald! You’re the one, so the kids below you watch and learn!”

Then, senior Harald, who was training some distance away, answered.

“Who did I learn from watching? It’s a karma for the captain not doing the right thing. Accept it sweetly.”

“I’ve been climbing all the time lately… Anyway, if you have any worries, tell them about it.”

“I’m really fine.”

“It’s okay. I just saw that the tip of the sword was shaking.”

“Really…?”

“No, that’s just what I said.”

“…”

Falled into a trap, I had no choice but to confess.

“It was like that.”

“I’m sorry. It’s only about this…”

– Boom.

I felt a tingling pain in my head before I could even finish my words.

“Everything… Captain?”

“Didn’t I tell you not to go and be a hero or something like that?”

“Sorry…”

Since I violated the captain’s order, I was willing to accept reprimand or criticism.

“That’s good.”

– Yes?

The words that came out of the captain’s mouth were the exact opposite.

“I would have been rather anxious if you had been fine after making such a feat. Crazy b*tch… No, the crazy guy became a hero.”

“But…”

“Do you know why the Templars are treated well?”

It was a sudden question, but I couldn’t ignore the captain’s words.

“Isn’t it because you’re defending the empire?

“That’s true too. But if we kill people or anything, why are we the Templars and if we don’t we’re murderers?”

“That’s…”

“To take that life yourself. It’s crazy enough. See the Herald over there? He cut one down on his first mission and nearly died from vomiting.”

“Why do you say that in front of the warrior?”

“Oh why. I’m not making up the fact that I don’t exist.”

The captain, who had been arguing with the senior Herald for a while, continued talking again.

“The story leaked somewhere for a while. Anyway, what I want to say is. The Knights are only those who remain loyal to the Empire despite facing such guilt. That’s why they are treated well.”

“But I’m not a warrior… I’m not like the Templars.”

“Are you ignoring the Templars now?”

“No! That’s what I meant…”

Sure.

As the captain’s hand went up, he closed his eyes in preparation for the upcoming shock.

Sweet.

The leader stroked my hair and continued his words.

“What’s different about being a hero? It’s the same in that there’s something to protect.”

It is the same that there is something to protect.

Those words made me feel as if I had been recognized for some reason.

“Even if you act as a hero someday, as long as you roll under me, I’ll treat you the same as the Herald, Viola, and other members. Got it?”

“Yes…”

Is this what a sense of belonging is?

I felt like I was alone ever since I became a hero.

“Don’t act like a young guy is already living alone in the world. It’s disgusting.”

Then, as if he had a good idea, he muttered to the captain.

“At times like this, sparring is better.”

“Yes?”

The captain took out the sword from his back and swung it at me.

– Bang!

I immediately took out the Holy Sword and raised it to counter it.

After exchanging sums so many times, I was able to realize that I was still lacking.

Because the weight and speed are different even though they are the same movements.

“It’s been so long since I learned this. It’s already this much. The world is really unfair.”

“Isn’t that what the captain is saying?”

“Be quiet, Herald.”

The captain turned his head and took the sword, looking at me and laughing as if it was funny.

“Do you think it’s okay to be sincere?”

At that moment, the leader’s momentum changed beyond comparison.

“Captain! Then, if the hero goes wrong…!”

“Is that him?”

At those words, Harold looked at me once and pondered for a while.

“…Do it in moderation, in moderation.”

I left those words and turned around.

“I don’t know if showing this will help you.”

Red energy overflowed from that large hand and wrapped around his sword.

“Look carefully. The sword that contains my life.”

Then a blow that was swung.

“Rising glare.”

As soon as I finished speaking, a red lion jumped out of the trajectory I swung and charged at me.

-Quaang!

“Ugh…!”

I managed to escape the shock that came with the tremendous heat, but I had no choice but to miss the holy sword and sit down on the spot.

“I never thought I would shed it. My eyes weren’t wrong.”

But I was more preoccupied with the sight I had just seen than my physical condition.

“Captain, what happened just now…”

“It’s a skill.”

“A skill…?”

“Even in the knights, those who say they can use swords can use them.”

“How, how can I use it?”

“Well, how should I say this… I guess it worked because I just did it?”

“How do you say that? Can’t you see the expression on the warrior’s face?”

“Then what should I do? It’s true.”

It was the first time. It’s not just swinging a sword. I saw the skill.

“Me too.”

“Huh?”

“Can I use the skill too?”

“The Herald is also used, can’t you?”

“Why does my name appear there?”

Until then, I was full of hope.

I thought I could still remain a warrior.

But no matter how hard I tried, nothing changed. After that, I still couldn’t use the skill.

I was impatient with that fact, and the more I did, the more my doubts toward myself grew.

When we got to the point where we started our journey under His Majesty’s order, we had no choice but to give up.

I couldn’t quit being a hero, so I tried to become as strong as possible, but that wasn’t effort, it was complacency.

And yesterday.

I paid the price for that complacency.

***

“Haa…”

The hero crouched down at the back of the inn, let out a long sigh, and sat down.

“Why?”

I came out with an excuse because I couldn’t stay there because I was weighed down by the pressure of being a warrior, but I quickly regretted it.

Her natural look, as she descended, her earthen floor greeted her.

She was like a drawing paper who became her friend when she was little.

It’s okay.

Her fingers moving to and fro across her land as if reminiscent of her good old days before she became her champion.

Shut up.

When the movement stopped, there stood a child in a skirt holding a sword.

A child who should never be known.

Boom.

Water droplets that fell somewhere stained the child’s skirt a dark brown color.

Tuduk.

Even the sword the child is holding has added color.

“…Huh…Huh…Huh….”

She weeps with her mouth closed just in case her voice leaks out.

“Teacher… Your Majesty… Captain…”

Through her cries, she called out to the people who had supported her until now.

“I’ve endured somehow… Just this once… Can’t I just cry this once…?”

Having experienced her limitations in the fight against Dyurahan, it was as if she had gone back to her childhood.

To those days right after she became a hero.

Her shoulders trembled non-stop, as if pouring out her accumulated tears all at once.

“…Sniff.”

However, the warrior was not free to even cry.

If you cry as much as you want, your colleagues will notice.

The hero met eyes with the girl he drew just before standing up.

Unlike the hero, the girl, now completely brown, was smiling brightly.

The moment when the warrior who had been staring at him with envious eyes took his hand to erase the picture.

“Who is this?”

“Eh…?”

The warrior’s hand stopped at the sudden appearance of an uninvited guest.

A brave warrior who has stopped not only his hands but also his thoughts.

“Is that the holy sword you’re holding? You look like a warrior.”

The hero, who came to his senses at the words, denied the porter’s words.

“Ah… no! I’m wearing a skirt here too, so how can this be me?!”

“I said I was like a warrior, I didn’t say I was a warrior.”

“…”

The porter who had silenced the hero through a selfish exchange of deals looked at the painting.

It’s okay.

I started drawing something next to the girl.

“Porter…? What are you doing?”

“When I was little, I used to draw and play on the ground. I really liked it then.”

After a while the porter removes his finger.

“It’s done.”

Next to the girl stood a smiling man carrying a backpack.

“This is…”

“Can you guess who it is?”

Guess what. Anyone can see this….

Seeing the shameless question, the warrior burst into laughter without even realizing it.

“Pooh-up.”

“By the way, the one on the shoulder is Kyudol.”

“That’s too explicit.”

Before I knew it, the hero was laughing as if he had never cried.

The hero calmed down his laughter to some extent and asked.

“How did you know I was here?”

“I’ve been everywhere. You know that fast one.”

A hero who takes a low profile when he hears that he wandered around looking for himself.

“I’m sorry. I ran out of the seat while you were talking…”

“Oh yes. I had something to say about that.”

“Tell me.”

The warrior, who was willing to listen to anything he said, except for running away, soon had no choice but to doubt his own ears.

“A skill. Don’t you want to learn it?”