Is this Hero for Real?

CH 26

Default Dyslexic Roboto Lora

It would be simple if she asked any of the Heroes, but then there would be no point in keeping it a secret.

Scribble scribble.

She wrote the name herself on a piece of paper.

“…I’m sure you heard everything?”

“Yes, Saintess.”

“Learn the language from a naive Hero and figure out how to pronounce this name.
They must not know of your intentions at all costs.”

“I will keep it in mind.”

Her subordinate that was always in her shadows respectfully took the paper and answered.

“And this backpack…”

“…”

“Nevermind.”

The Saintess hid the backpack under her coat.

God’s mistake.

It could not, and should not have happened.
Her god was an absolute, perfect entity.

But the ‘suspicious phenomenon’ had occurred in real life.

It was easy to get rid of the evidence, but would that be enough?

She couldn’t come to an easy conclusion.

“Saintess.
I sincerely apologize, for you must be uneasy, but I have a report.”

“What is it?”

“There was a big-scale massacre in the forest of the Hunter’s Village.”

“Do you mean the village councilwoman, Celebless, and the fairies were kidnapped? Didn’t we decide under the councilwoman’s request to keep it buried?”

Why would they bring up something that was over?

The attendant denied it.

“Besides the fairies and culprits, numerous mercenaries were also murdered.
According to the villagers’ testimonies, they said it was revenge from a vindictive soul…”

“Soul?”

“They say the mercenaries killed a stranger that saved the fairies before the stranger’s soul came for revenge.”

“A stranger, you say…”

Usually, it would be ‘traveler’.

The word ‘stranger’ was rarely ever used unless their attire or impressions were truly alien.

Almost like the Heroes…

“Did you report this because you thought it was related to this backpack?”

“…”

“I apologize.
I asked a spiteful question.”

She didn’t mean to get worked up.
It meant that’s how much the backpack shook her composure.

The Saintess calmly spoke.

“A spirit, on holy grounds? That is ridiculous.
The realistic approach would be that they didn’t die and got their revenge on the mercenaries.
Investigate what the said spirit was wearing.”

“Yes.”

“…And if any heroes die during hunting, leave them in the morgue.
I would like to rest today.”

“I will let them know.”

Clench.

The Saintess hugged the backpack tightly and left with grace.

***

It was a new morning!

There was the smell of blood amongst the fresh morning dew, but it was fine as long as I didn’t have trouble breathing.

Jiggle!

The slimes were earlier than the birds and busied themselves cleaning the area.

Jiggle~

Rapidly growing larger from eating the corpses of humans and orcs scattered across the field, the slime split in two.

The increased slimes would get eaten by orcs once again as beings at the bottom of the food chain.

This was the circle of life…

“Are slimes interesting to you? I’m telling you to listen to what I’m saying!”

“…what?”

“There’s too much luggage.”

Demon Kogmos was distracting my appreciation towards the fantasy world’s life cyle.

For such a mundane reason…

“There’s livestock to carry luggage all around you.”

“Mooo~”

“Neigh~”

A lot of livestock ran away overnight, but it wasn’t a problem because we had found the mercenaries’ horses.

The demon, frowning at my counterargument, gave another reason.

“There’s going to be more wild dogs if we have all these trophies.”

“Hm…”

That really was a problem.

I may have been stronger that time, but there was no promise that next time would be the same.

If I had more things than I did right then, stronger mercenaries would come for it!

“And these two ladies are exhausted.
They’re past the point of being able to recover through rest.”

“Hm!”

Amputated fingers, scars on their face…

None of those injuries had occurred, thankfully, but they were sprawled on the horse saddles, exhausted.

No doubt that was dangerous.

It would be foolish to fight the green pigs in that state.

“Do you get it now?”

“Fine!”

For these inconveniences, we headed back to the city.

But we couldn’t rest right away.

Horses, cows, pigs, sheep, goats, armor, crossbows, swords, food…

We had too many trophies.

Kaching!

“I hear music from my money pouch.”

[A certain god scolds you for being a greedy outsider.]

“I should be able to buy lots of picture books with this money.”

[A certain god highly praises you for being a faithful outsider.]

It was thanks to selling enough livestock for the merchant to grumble that ‘the price of meat is going to drop even for the nearby cities for a while.

Next was the mercenary guild.

“#$!”

“# % #$?!”

“@# %!”

The mercenaries were shocked at the mounds of orc heads.

“Holy shit! Am I dreaming? Are they all real? You gathered a bunch! How can a level 1 do that?” “Is this mound for real?”

—Is what I assumed they were saying!

“Kang Hansoo#.
Thank you.”

“Thank you.
Kang Hansoo $#.”

The two ladies, leveling up as soon as I completed the task, smiled gleefully.

Lady B even went as far as to show me her status window that she had kept hidden the whole time.

[Name] Julia