Chapter 145: 145 141 Just the way your mind should be

Side Himitsu

It was dark.

It was just dark.

When it was sealed, it was just dark around me.

I remember what it was like when I was sealed.

I took my life to protect a brave man from that devil.

A blow from the powerful magic, a blow that would kill and annihilate even me, the highest angel, if I didn't block it with all my might.

I ducked to protect the hero before the attack.

There was no emotion.

You only sacrificed your body to fulfill the Lord God's mission.

You only did so because you knew you couldn't defeat the demon king if you didn't protect the heroes.

That's all there was to it.

I only traveled with the heroes because I was following the word of the Lord God who wanted the world to be stable.

To put it bluntly, I was following the orders of the heroes because it was my job.

There isn't an ounce of emotion such as love or romance there.

I am ■■■■■

So I do not know the name of the brave man.

No, I didn't recognize it.

I didn't want to recognize them.

We angels don't decide what we like or dislike based on looks or power or physical strength.

The way of the soul, we angels can feel the way of the soul with our own sensibility.

I can feel it in temperature.

The souls of the brave men who were given power by the Lord God and whom I was to accompany were cold souls with a sticky sensation from my senses.

To human sensibilities, his face was fine, his smile was gentle, and his conversation showed concern.

But to my eyes, it looked like a cold slime presence.

All I could see was that such a being was laughing wickedly and clinging to the woman.

The brave man took it for granted to treat the women he was traveling with at the time as if they were accessories.

As if to embody this, the women in the party could be princesses, church saints, or former bandits, and he tended to choose the opposite s*x, either intentionally or by accident.

It was natural that such a brave man would eventually have a relationship with them.

The princess sought power, the saint blindly believed in love, and the former thief sought self-preservation; their love grew out of different emotions.

I saw this from a distance.

Humans are such creatures, or so I thought.

And of course a brave man asked me to do the same.

But I refused.

The brave man's relationship with me was only for business, just to achieve the goal of world peace.

I might have offered myself if I had to, but I didn't have to at the time.

So I refused.

So I continued to call her by her name and not by her title, the brave one.

That was my line.

In response to my attitude, the brave man said I wasn't flagging enough, and he started talking to me more than he should have.

He would talk about the weather, good food, beautiful scenery, and adventures in which he was active.

To all of them I kept replying blandly.

When a slime speaks to me, even if the slime is a slime to slay the demon king, I can't feel it.

After a while, the brave man stopped talking to me in response to my simple response, and by the end of the journey, he started calling me the iron mask.

With such a relationship, of course, the brave man would never have had me at his party because I was not what he wanted.

In the past, when male knights and wizards had complained about her attitude, she used her power to throw men out.

I wish I could have done the same, but my power as an angel amplifies the power of the brave men.

The brave men knew that, and they did not let me go.

We are not even friends, just me amplifying the power of the brave, and the brave wielding his power.

We are not equals, only one-sided, lending power.

Tools and master of tools, that's the relationship that finally settled between me and the brave.

For me, that was fine.

I was in a comfortable position where I could just do my job and serve my purpose.

The brave stories I heard from my sisters told me of a more exciting tale of bravery.

A brave man with a temperament similar to the Lord God with the zeal of the sun; a brave man with courage with a small but firm pillar; a clumsy and gentle man with a twisted mind who could not abandon anyone; a brave man who was not good at thinking and never faltered even though he was always failing at something he did.

Hearing the story of such sisters, I had some expectations, but seeing the reality, my heart remained cold until the end of the story, when I dismissed it as such.

When was the last time I gave up saying anything about a brave man who moved from west to east, north to north, and south in the world as he pleased, who never listened to my complaints about his unseemly attitude and never doubted that he was the righteous one?

Instead of holding the reins, you have moved on to guiding them with bait and making them use their power for the well-being of the world.

Oh, it was so boring.

Oh, it didn't feel worthwhile.

All I had in my mind was a sense of duty that came from the frustration of not wanting to be abandoned by a being who gave me only one way of power, who didn't even remember the face I could call my father, who had created me.

If the village is saved, the brave are thanked, if the city is saved, the brave are thanked, if the country is saved, the brave are thanked.

I repeated this process, and before the battle with the demon king, I ran out of strength.

In the battle against the last guardian of the demon king, I was exhausted because I saved my hero's power for the battle.

That demon defeated me.

When I was useless, the brave man begged me to have a relationship with him if I would save my life, but I shook my head.

The wound would have been fatal if left untreated, but fortunately I had confidence in my life force.

I thought that a brave man who could preserve his magic power would not be blindsided by the demon king, and when I told him that my work was finished here, he replied curtly, leaving me there and going to defeat the king.

Without seeing him off, I used my remaining magic power to set up a ward to heal him and went to sleep.

Thinking my work is done, I go to sleep thinking that a little weight has been lifted from my heart.

But the curse of the demon was more serious than I had expected.

It took a long time to heal, and once I fell asleep, I couldn't get up.

My life would have ended there.

I would have been eaten to death by a demon who noticed the warding, or torn to pieces by the demon tribe, or at least not a good future.

Or there might have been another possibility.

Among those possibilities, being captured by the power-hungry demon tribe was a bad outcome, but not the worst.

I was sealed off from most of my senses while asleep, and I was sealed until I couldn't even move.

The only thing I could do was to train my magic to keep my body from wasting away.

If I didn't constantly feel the sensation that the magic power created through the seal was sucked out, and if I didn't create more magic power, I wouldn't be alive.

Therefore, I continued to produce more magic power than it was sucked out.

What would have been a daunting time for a human, was fine for me, an angel.

I just kept creating magic to survive.

After a decade of outside interference, I somehow understood what was being done with my magic and was able to gather information to understand my situation.

That's when I learned that I had been turned into a dungeon core.

Over the next ten years I was able to interfere in the dungeon, albeit briefly.

And so it went on for years.

When I became too tired to count, even as an angel, I was finally able to interfere in the dungeon's chain of command.

From there it took several more years to break my seal without the administrators noticing.

Finally, I escaped from my seal.

Although I couldn't break the sealant that I wore, I figured that if the situation arose, I could take the attack and force it out, so I defeated the demon tribe that was waiting in front of the room where I was sealed and started wandering around the dungeon.

Due to the sealant that blocks most of my five senses, I couldn't move around quickly enough, and the only means I could use to escape the dungeon was to detect it using my magic power, which was a poor situation.

With that magic power suppressed to a certain extent, you can't use it to its fullest extent.

The limbs were weighed down by some kind of weight that made it difficult to move.

Still, you were able to defeat the monster, so you repeatedly defeat it when you come into contact with it to check your condition and to get to the exit.

The only redeeming feature of the dungeon was that the monster was getting weaker and weaker, which meant that we were getting closer to the exit.

And I couldn't see, hear, or speak, smell, or feel the temperature.

All I could do was think, while I moved around, using my magic to take in the shapes around me.

All I could think about was the meaning of my existence, and what's to come.

Returning home was secondary to me at that moment.

The thought of possibly losing my life in a dungeon, in hostile territory, was a bit of a throwaway thought at the time that it might be okay.

Returning to the Lord God is only a homing instinct, and I only vaguely thought that I had to return.

The thought of leaving the job to the eldest daughter, who claims to do it for the world again, diminishes this instinct.

I have to return home, but even if I do, I think it would be better to go back a little slower.

While I was moving around with these thoughts, I found myself fighting the demons again.

There were four of them, and as soon as they saw me, they unleashed their magic, but that's not enough to break this restraint and it didn't hurt me.

I summoned a spirit, but the middle level is the same as the previous magic.

I waited for a little while to see if you could at least summon a higher level, but there was no sign of that.

I thought that if I cornered them, they would come out with a stronger attack, but all they had to do was to prepare and release several magic balls that were not magic or anything else that formed magic power and the demons ran away.

That's just fine then.

Let's just let him lead us out of the dungeon.

We can kill time when we get outside.

With that in mind, I'll drive them away this time so they won't be killed.

With the strength of the monsters, the demons are leading me out smoothly.

If you keep going like this, you'll be able to get out of here within a short period of time.

With that in mind, as I was blowing away the attacking spirits with moderate strength, I felt a magic power standing in front of me.

......

"Haha. I know it's a fantasy promise, but I honestly didn't want to fight.

When I felt its magic, I stopped to think for a moment.

A soul with soft and warmth that was different from demons and monsters.

I felt the reliability of a great tree that was unbroken and rooted to the earth, even though its soul was damaged.

It was love at first sight.

I loved the color of the soul as I saw it.

Just the strength to stand there quietly and support all kinds of people.

Oh, I was drawn to the color of your soul.

If possible, can we resolve this through conversation?　"It's Mr. 'Angel'.

You say that to me and it was enough to shake my emotions.

Oh, this seal is so frustrating, I want to talk to the owner of this soul.

I want to see the face of this soul's owner.

I want to hear his voice firmly in my ears instead of feeling his magic talking to me.

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What should I do?

What am I going to do?

The sealant is in the way.

Yeah, they're in the way.

Will it break if I swing it with all my might?

It's frustrating, if I don't speak to him soon, the owner of the soul in front of me will be gone.

Oh, no, not like that.

No.

I understand what the sisters were saying.

I see now.

They told me that brave men and angels are good together.

I thought that was a lie when I was a hero, but oh well.

Oh, you're my hero.

You're in my way.

This seal is in the way.

With arms and legs I wield my warrior's armor, but it does not come off.

It was intended to keep me in check...perhaps that's a given...but I resent its performance.

As I was hoping to remove the seal, his soul grew even stronger.

A great big big tree.

The great tree that holds everything together, the comforting tree that soothes by spreading its branches and leaves from the strong light.

Oh, great.

Let me see more of its color, look at my soul.

As I lay bare, I found myself growing in magic.

As I responded to his soul, my magic grew.

But he has come to think of it as a hostile action.

The magical power of the weapon rivaling the holy sword was boosted significantly.

Oh, no.

I don't want to fight you.

No, no, I don't.

I will try my best to block his attack.

I'm thinking desperately that I should do something about it, but I can't think of anything.

It's sad.

I'm sad that I'm attacked by the owner of this soul.

And I'm sad that I can't do anything.

And I'm sad that I can't do anything.

It's okay, but I want to see his face at least.

So I do nothing but stare at his soul, and with a snap he stops attacking me.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

If I miss this opportunity, it will never happen again.

But I can't get my seal off.

I try desperately to dislodge it with my unrestrained hands, but I can't.

With increasing effort, I was ready for some hurt when I felt his magic through the seal.

Am I in his grasp now?

His soul is giving off a caring vibe about me.

He cares about me.

It just brings me joy.

Just like that, he's moving around me, taking off one seal after another.

And finally, this d*mned seal is broken.

Oh, what does he look like?

While I was feeling buoyant, I suddenly thought.

Huh?

What conversation am I supposed to have with him?

The atmosphere of the soul suggests that he is human.

That's why we have to talk to him.

That's good. I'd like to talk to him.

But after hundreds of years of imprisonment, the last time we spoke to a human was with that hero.

To begin with, can we call it a conversation if all it did was pass along yes and no information?

A different kind of impatience comes over me.

I tried to think of something to do, but I couldn't come up with a good plan at all.

In the meantime, the seal is melting away.

Oh, first impressions are the most important.

What should I do, what should I do?

Come to think of it, the former hero was glad to be called a hero at first.

The sisters also said that the people they met were glad to be called brave.

Then let's say the first greeting is that.

I'll make the pause.

Just in time for the seal to be broken.

Let's go!

"Brave man, you have freed me. I thank you.

No, you got the wrong guy.

Huh?

The reaction is different.

It doesn't please you to call me brave.

Would you rather not?

Its expression is also kind of cool, but no, it's not that.

The mood of the soul isn't too pleased either.

So, would it be ...... cut out the wrong way?

What to do!　First impressions are important, and I was wrong.

I tried my best not to show my impatience, and I was cracking up inside.

"Also, put this on for now.

He held out his cloak to me, averting his gaze.

You hear something fall and take it quietly, your heart is warmed by his concern.

As it is, I proceed to somehow accompany him, but he doesn't agree.

It was refreshing to see him give off the vibe that angels are like a bane, but I was troubled by his presence.

I tried to appeal to him and stay with him without lying, but it was not good.

Well, that's to be expected.

Didn't I tell you how I feel?

I was embarrassed.

So I'm sorry, I honestly told him the other reason.

That's how I learned that he was a member of the demon king's army, but strangely enough, despite the fact that we were enemies, I didn't feel any disgust, but rather the idea that if he was there, so was I.

I guess that's why.

.　I will fall!

How did you come to that conclusion?

I want to be with you. He looked at me with suspicion when I said that single-mindedly.

I think it's absurd that I said that, but please don't look at me like that.

And please forgive me for making up reasons.

I'm embarrassed to explain my feelings to you for the first time.

I tried to convince you after that.

I'm not proud of it, but I was created by God.

I'm confident in my appearance, too.

Don't tell anyone that I liked him because he didn't fall for it either.

"I'll take you to .......

"Really?!

Even I think it was a win-win for me to stick with it.

But I was really happy when he told me that.

And with that I knew it was the right time.

I wanted to be with him forever, and I took his lips as a contract.

If this is true, you don't have to do this .

It has nothing to do with the Fallen Kingdom.

To begin with, the Fallen would only dye your wings black to show that you won't follow the Lord God anymore, so it's just not reversible and easy to do.

I just wanted to connect with him.

It was just this thought that drove me, but my heart was full.

Then he knocked me down, but it didn't matter to me because I was so happy.

I thought that was a little too much, so I said it was a contract, and I held up my end of it.

And then I heard his name.

Jiro.

The name of my Lord, which I have learned by saying it over and over again.

Just saying that name made my heart a little bit warm.

And then some things happened. I met the Lord's wife.

My heart was a little sad, but they were very kind to me and allowed me to be near the Lord.

I heard I need to do some work to be here, but I heard that I can come with the Lord's training for a while.

Leave it to me, I'm better at fighting than at paperwork!

"Lord!

"What?

Would you like to have dorayaki after the training?

I like it, you like it?

"Ah!

After all, this is the food the Lord promised me in the first place.

I'll keep this happiness forever.

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