The Hero Who Returned From Death Quits

EP8. The Coming Doom

Grandis got out of bed. Her free routine continued.

There was nothing particularly interesting in the warrior’s records. After his victory over himself, all that was left were records of more ordinary fights than expected.

It wasn’t very fun because it was already a known fact that the warrior’s companions would grow and their level would rise.

Her only interest was in the warrior. What on earth happened that made her turn her eyes to the demons? She was curious, but to her annoyance, no matter how many times she interpreted the records, they did not show any important scenes.

Grandis moved to cook for the children in her charge. One of the responsibilities that made it possible to endure the boring daily life was to cook for the children.

It was a somewhat strange sight, a vassal leaving a child in the care of her lord, but at least everyone in her castle was used to it.

She began to hum.

“Okay, this time I really need to create a masterpiece that fully displays my creativity.”

She is actually quite good at cooking. She can cook almost any kind of dish, not just simple cooking skills, but also the identification and preparation of ingredients. The problem is that it is limited to dishes that have recipes.

When she started to use her creativity, her unique curiosity and desire for new stimulation caused her to end up making things she couldn’t even imagine how they would taste, and as a result, most of her creations ended up in the trash.

So today, after making her creation undead and sending it straight to the trash can, Grandis began to look at the warrior’s records without any expectations. The only difference between Grandis and Peria was that Grandis only did this.

So Grandis spent the whole day doing nothing but interpreting or looking at the records of the warriors, or like before, feeding the children.

She illuminated the warrior’s records in the crystal ball.

“I hope there will be some interesting scenes this time.”

…

Ainzel suddenly came to his senses. It had already been two years since he had driven Grandis away and driven Malekidus out of the battlefield with the power of the previous generation of warriors. He suddenly clenched and unclenched his hands at a strange sensation.

The future was completely different from what he had seen in the past. The entire Calethion campaign was a victory, and as a result, the Empire was able to continue its offensive against the Demon King’s forces. The results of the next few months were also different.

Malecidus was forced to rest for several months, and even after he regained his strength, the fortress of Telbren was not taken due to its well-fortified defenses and the power of the Paladins.

The Empire continued to push the Demon King’s army, and push, and push again. And in the process, the Demon King, who should have moved originally, did not move.

Now that Grandis has returned to the battlefield, such advances may no longer be possible, but at least things are much better than before.

And while that was happening, he fought.

After dying, training, and fighting countless times, his comrades have all reached the extreme level, and Ainzel has also reached the level of High Expert.

I also killed a few legion commanders.

He was at least a lot stronger than he had been before, and he had adapted to this life.

Ainzel summoned the holy sword and looked into his own face.

The sword that emitted a cold light like frost showed the same appearance as always. Black hair and black eyes. This appearance, inherited from his parents, was the only link connecting him to his past self.

He gradually began to give up his human self and instead began to perfect himself as a warrior.

My mind became increasingly worn out. It seemed like the only way to achieve victory was far and far away. But I fought anyway because I knew no other way to meet the end of my mission that might come at any moment.

He stood up and prepared himself.

This offensive was to go near the corps commander’s territory and directly strike the corps commander’s territory. Since he was directly in charge of the offensive, there could be no mistakes. Furthermore, his comrades were in other places.

He put on his armor and went out to battle.

A few days later, he and the legions he led arrived safely at a village near the legion commander’s territory. If their location was discovered, they would suffer great losses, but at least it was safe to say that the enemy had no chance of discovering their location now.

Ainzel met with the village chief there and began negotiations.

“We’re going to take down the Demon King’s army’s commander, so would it be okay if we stayed here for a while? Of course, we won’t do anything that would cause trouble.”

The village chief was very pleased with those words and said:

“You’re telling me to take down the commander. I was already feeling uneasy because of the demons, so this is a good thing. If what you say is true, then of course I’ll let you stay. Just don’t think about taking food or anything like that.”

“Of course. We brought plenty of food to begin with, so there won’t be any problems.”

In this way, Ainzel finished negotiating with the village chief.

Next, Ainzel made the soldiers set up tents. Even though they were staying in the village, the village buildings were not enough to accommodate all the soldiers. Just sleeping without being on guard was enough to get some rest.

While Ainzel was preparing like that, he met a girl. She was a very small girl who looked to be about 5 or 6 years old. The girl approached Ainzel and said.

“You’re handsome, oppa!”

Those words, which he could say because he was an innocent child untainted by adulthood, came across as quite refreshing to him.

Ainzel crouched down so he was eye level with the child and spoke.

“Okay, thank you.”

He patted the child’s head. When the child saw this, he grabbed Ainzel’s hand and ran towards him.

It was the village chief’s house that we had just come out of. Why here? Ainzel felt curious.

“dad!”

The child opened the door and said. Then the village chief came out and said to the child.

“Huh? Lenny, what’s going on all of a sudden?”

“Is that guy from far away who came to our village?”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right.”

The village chief then noticed Ainzel next to his daughter and spoke.

When the village chief spoke, the girl brightened and said.

“Let’s let this guy sleep at our house!”

Then the village chief narrowed his forehead and said.

“What on earth do you mean?”

“I like that guy. I think sleeping in a tent would be too uncomfortable.”

“My house is shabby, so to you, sir…”

“dad!”

When his daughter started to throw a tantrum, the village chief looked embarrassed and said.

“I’m sorry. It was all for nothing… My daughter did something so wrong.”

Ainzel shook his head.

“No, she’s a kid. Besides, I feel like I’m at ease, so it wasn’t bad.”

It was true that he felt at ease when he saw someone approaching him with such a pure heart after such a long time. When Ainzel tried to sort things out, the child was still holding onto his father’s pants and talking.

“That guy looks really tired. Let’s give him some rest. Okay?”

Ainzel let out a deep breath at the words the child spoke. Was the child just saying whatever came to mind, or was the child’s innocence and purity peering into his own heart? Either way, it was a different feeling.

The village chief looked troubled at those words and said.

“…The child is acting up like this, can he stay at our house?”

Ainzel said, seeing his expression that could be described as desperate.

“Yes… It’ll only be for a few days, but I’d be happy if you could do that.”

Ainzel ended up staying at the village chief’s house until a few days later, before advancing.

Since they had to carry out operations in conjunction with other units anyway, Ainzel had nothing to do for a few days, so the girl took Ainzel here and there.

“Look at that butterfly over there!”

Although it is unknown why the child brought Ainzel with him, Ainzel felt the innocence he had lost in himself in the child’s appearance. Ainzel became somewhat close to the girl.

The girl would sometimes take Ainzel out to the field and put a wreath of flowers on his head. Although he was still a child, he had become quite skilled and it seemed that he had made a good wreath. When he put the wreath on his head, Ainzel felt that his exhausted mind was somewhat lifted.

The girl approached Ainzel as a nostalgia for her past and as a fresh experience. And Ainzel probably had no idea.

That their meeting over the course of a few days would have a tremendous impact on Ainzel’s life.