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There was once a hero in the past, he was a great hero who killed dragons.

The prince of the Netherlands. He is brave and noble. Anyone praises his mighty appearance and wins countless honors.

Men all came to become his subordinates, while women devoted their dedicated love to him.

The heroes also responded to their expectations.

He had almost no rest time, just kept seeking battle. No, it was not that he was seeking battle, but that the battle had not let go of him and his powerful power.

I obtained the famous sword Balmung from the Mist Clan (Nibelungen), and bathed in the blood of the evil dragon (Favner) to obtain the body of steel.

The Invincible Sword and Invincible Body - countless battles are eager for his participation. It can be said that it is natural to have no stain on his career, and his life is simply brilliant.

However, he is really too heroic - too heroic. He will respond as long as someone asks. Whenever someone kneels down and begs, he will definitely hold the other person's hand.

When someone asks him to kill the dragon, he kills the dragon. When someone hopes to hold the beautiful woman without going against anyone's wishes, he racks his brains to find ways to do it for the other party. In this process, there is no distinction between good and evil... It is simply a way of survival like a wish. He always thinks that just do this. Good and evil are just a matter of position.

The bureaucrat who was full of his own pocket cried to him about his family being killed, and he avenged the other party.

The villagers who are struggling on the brink of poverty are ignored simply because they do not make a claim.

Because if you don't do this, it will become endless. It is impossible to wrap everything in the world between your arms. So, whenever someone responds to a request, he just keeps sticking to this decision.

Action is not based on one's will. Fighting is not one's own preference. In the process of doing this, the hero suddenly realized that he had no idea what he was expecting. There was neither hope nor dream, nor could he describe his future in his mind. Some people clearly regarded heroes as their ideal existence, but the hero himself lost his ideals.

——What a deception, it’s like the feeling of gears not being able to bite each other. If you respond to a request, you will become unaware of what you are looking for. This is obviously a natural result.

Despite being lost and confused, even so - he still believed that he would gain something at the end of this road and that he would get something at the end of the road. The hero could only continue to fight.

It is impossible to have never suffered a defeat. Since what is longed for is victory, no matter how suffering and despair you have to overcome, he finally grasped the victory firmly.

Victory, victory, only victory. "I hope you can help defeat that monster", "Please save our village", "Please defeat our enemies", "I want that mountain", "I want that beauty", "I want that country", - as many people as they have, and what is realized is only the part of the request.

That is simply a "Holy Grail" called a hero. It doesn't matter - the hero thinks so. Because it is a very happy thing to be thanked by others.

It is natural to see others begging to yourself with a desperate expression of despair.

So he always did this - and finally even completed the great cause of killing dragons. Somewhere inside he was open to the hole. There was nothing in the hole, just a large empty space was opened.

I clearly love the world deeply.

I clearly love the world.

However, this emptiness cannot be filled in any way.

The hero's name is-

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This is hell, it must be.

I will never admit that this was my home.

The traffic was like a scattered demon, and was hit by visual crushing. Countless corpses wandered around the streets. The streets and buildings were covered with filthy shadows. The gloomy sky, the blood-stained streets everywhere and the trash that could be seen everywhere. The vehicles parked in the middle of the road, and the front cover of the car was filled with lonely smoke. I don’t know if it would explode because of a little flame, or the moment when the surviving humans completely collapsed.

At that time, the world did not belong to them at all.

However--

Are you still a human?

The girl stared at her hands blankly. She couldn't say she was fair, but she was a person who cared for hygiene, so there was no dry blood stain on her hands... probably...

A memory from the past has disappeared. It seems that during the period when she lost consciousness and memory, the world has completely become a hellish scene that humans do not understand.

What kind of mood should I have to face it? The girl was confused.

Perhaps it is not the time to think about these things now, because the group of ghouls are approaching her, as if they were caused by some movement when they had just recovered from consciousness.

But she soon discovered that escaping was meaningless.

The group of corpses that were not slow to act at all, ignored her as if they were rightfully so, and walked past her invisible.

But I think that's not about ignoring her, but about not wanting to kill her.

Isn't it strange that the body that walked in front of her bypassed her and described it as ignoring it?

"What should I do?" the girl slowly let out a breath, and her very lonely expression was soon covered by sadness.

"Father...Mother..."

Just then—

"I didn't think of suicide immediately. I was so in good spirits. Did something good happened?"

Without any warning, a sound suddenly sounded behind him.

That feeling is like the protagonist in a horror movie encountering something that science cannot explain.

Extremely thrilling!

The girl almost fell to the ground with a staggering stagger, but she still crawled and rolled forward a few steps, then sat on the ground in a mess, looking up at the person who should have spoken.

"Hey, the reaction is a little exaggerated. As a dead man, even those garbage dare not touch you casually. Why should you be afraid of any ghosts and vengeful spirits?"

It was a dress that was enough to break the ordinary worldview, just like the knights running out of the movie, with majestic knight suits, red and white colors, and two double swords at the waist that felt from the hands of the fairy.

Although he was wearing a hood, even if he looked up from below, he could not see his appearance clearly. He could only tell that he was a man through his voice.

"......you...who are you?"

The girl tried her best to suppress her panic. Despite this, she seemed to have not spoken for a long time, and her voice seemed a little hoarse.

"I? I am Assassin. Yes, it's Ain Grant's great devil." The man thought for a while, although his tone was very serious, he always felt that the other party was teasing him.

When she heard the word "Demon King", her pupils shrank.

"Did you do these...all of them?"

I couldn't help blurting out.

"These?" The man was a little confused. If he took off his hood, he might be able to see his eyebrows raised.

"Oh, are you referring to ghouls? Sorry, that was made by my master."

"So, are you from the same group?"

The girl subconsciously clenched her fists. She was not an angry person, but...

"So you can say that."

The man finished speaking softly.

The moment the words fell.

The girl suddenly ejected from the ground, and regardless of her posture, she punched the man with all her strength. The force was so strong that the air whistled sharply, which was obviously something that even adults and even trained boxers could not do.

However--

The man avoided his head as soon as he turned his head, without even a trace of unnecessary movements, and the angle was just right. The so-called difference was a slight mistake and a thousand miles of loss was also an extremely meticulous technique.

"What!"

The girl never expected that the other party could dodge such a fast fist. You must know that even he was shocked by this punch.

But it was too late to regret. It was impossible to get it back with all your strength and punch it out.

With her level, even a temporary change of direction cannot be done.

When she realized it, she was already lying on the ground in a large shape.

The man looked down at her and asked:

"May I have your name?"

The girl couldn't say anything about her mood, as if she was spitting out the depression in her heart.

"Sand Sword...Ayaka."
Chapter completed!