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The Hero Party With Whom I Am About To Part Ways Is Obsessed With Me Chapter 185

185 – reverse-4

“This side is ready.”

Today, Eleanor’s bright smile felt even more special.

The sun hadn’t set, but the carriage was standing on a large meadow. The horses were leisurely grazing, and the people were also preparing meals.

She was cooking stew with her sword tied to her waist. It was a small pot that could not be said to be very large, but the pot rising from inside it was fragrant.

“Awesome, Nerwen! Really such a fragrant meal…”

“There’s nothing to jump on, Celia. With so many different kinds of grass growing, there’s no reason for elves to eat tasteless food, right?”

Nerwen grinned. She must have been smiling yesterday and the day before yesterday, but that smile felt unusual and awkward.

“Farseer, I’m ready. Does the work you’re doing take long?”

“It’s all over. Oh, you’re being treated undeservedly.”

Wizards cannot make food. However, a Farseer-level wizard could change the food.

Pouring a cup of water into an old, dry biscuit would only make it damp, but there was no shortage of ingredients or magic power.

It was enough to lightly borrow the fire that was boiling the stew, add a little water to draw out the proper moisture, put it in the biscuit, and burn it again to make a crispy texture.

I smiled and watched him with delight.

It was too trivial and small for an archmage to do, but Farseer cooked delicious biscuits to eat with the stew.

“Now, if you just get the dragon’s heart, this journey is over.”

“Well, you’re not going to break up right away, are you?”

They looked at each other and smiled happily.

“Oh, you’re here! Enereiel!”

With a bit of water on her head, Enerel trudged this way. I shook my hand vigorously.

“I’ll go right away, saintess!”

“Stop, saintess?”

It was strange. When he called me by that name, my heart skipped a beat.

For countless unspecified reasons, he was screaming that it was abnormal for him to call me ‘saint’.

“Par, Farseer. Originally… was that so? We, to find the heart of the Demon Dragon…”

“Heart of the Dragon?”

The little wizard widened his eyes and nodded, as if realizing something.

“Come to think of it, we didn’t need the dragon’s heart. We should finish the preparations before Enerel arrives, right?”

A feeling of uneasiness crept in.

“Now, wait a minute. I need to sort things out…”

The urge to not organize filled my head. As if a demon had entered my head, someone was constantly whispering.

You have to stay like this, just enjoy the moment.

It was unbelievable. i am a virgin There’s no way the devil can enter this head.

“Was I, a saint?”

Many questions pierced my heart. If she wasn’t a saint, when would she not be? It was apostasy. Apostasy, when did it happen? It happened when I entered the cave to find unicorn blood.

By the way, did I apostatize? I don’t recall putting a knife at the goddess. That’s a little redder, a little more hideous…

“aaa!!!”

Enerel came this way as if he didn’t care about me who was suffering. At a distance from Nerwen.

In the first place, why did Enerel have to wash? away from other people for such a long time?

When is it now? After killing the demon king? If that’s the case, why do you need the Dragon’s Heart?”

As if this was where he should be, Enerel sat down at a far distance from the group.

“Yes, I needed the dragon’s heart. The holy sword now… Eleanor, did you have it?”

“I can’t… uh? Why do I have this?”

Eleanor was staring at it with a bewildered expression, holding the sparkling holy sword from her waist.

It can’t be. The hero was Enerel, and Eleanor was the knight who followed him. She could have left the sword to wash herself for a while, but it was definitely strange that the sword came out of her waist.

“Oh, no…”

Farseer pointed to the sword with a grave face.

“I need it, but could I borrow it for a while?”

“Ah, you said you needed the dragon’s heart. I’ll give it to you.”

The farseer struggled with a sword the size of his height, and eventually set the handle on the ground and moved on his own.

“Oh, no.”

“What are you talking about, Celia? We’ve already agreed on everything.”

Farseer bent slightly, letting the holy sword gouge around her heart.

“ah…”

Blood pours. Her flesh, unsupported by anyone, falls to the ground one by one.

The bloodless pieces of flesh in the chest area fell to the ground and trembled. The fishy smell of blood enters your nostrils.

As if it didn’t hurt at all, she was cutting away her own flesh. I twisted my body a little to change my posture, but the holy sword stuck in the ground dutifully cut out the farseer.

Blood splashed on the guard of the holy sword that had not yet been driven into the ground. Her flesh, which must have been pure white, became entangled in the earth and blood and became dirty like mud.

“Oh right.”

As if realizing something, Farseer got up and looked at me. Ribs, remnants of flesh, and a heart are visible through a hole in the chest.

“Come to think of it, it’s still not enough. This heart isn’t the heart of a demon dragon yet.”

Come to think of it, why did you need the dragon’s heart?

It was necessary to return Enerel. If so, why should he go back?

“Uh… Huh?”

The mouth is torn. Her hair rises to unrealistic lengths.

The lower jaw is tattered, and the mouth has become large. The farseer opened its mouth to a size larger than her body.

His teeth sharpened, and he could feel the hot breath inside. The remaining traces of the face are probably looking at the sky.

All I could see from her front was that huge chin and throat.

scary. I want to run away. pain. Not knowing why this is happening, I reflexively turn my head to see where Enerel is sitting.

“Are you okay, saintess?”

And for the first time, when our relationship wasn’t that bad, he smiled brightly with the same expression he had when he went on a trip to kill the demon king.

Only then did I realize.

I made fake Persian, fake Eleanor, fake Nerwen, fake meadow and fake stew, but I couldn’t bear to make fake Enerel.

Farseer asked me. Its huge, sharp teeth stabbed me in the stomach. Her jaw lifts, and my lower body, ripped apart by teeth and grip, falls helplessly to the ground.

There was no next.

/////

“Whoops!”

woke up from fantasy But all Celia could see was darkness.

Dizzying divine power enveloped her, but it was not cozy or comfortable. It was just like sticky paint, painted over her, making Celia look different.

“Ene… Lell…”

It was promised. Eleanor’s work, Celia’s work, and the work of those who lead her to do the work of Enerel.

It was an obvious dream. A mean and selfish dream full of wishes to be happy ‘all together’.

It was all random. The only time I had ever seen Enerel smiling was when I first met him, so it was only natural for Enerel, whom I imagined based on that time, to use the word ‘saint’ to her.

What Enerel saw with her divine spell was perhaps a similar illusion.

Dreams arbitrarily chose only ‘happy things’ and weaved them into illusions. I didn’t calculate whether it was a journey to catch the demon king or a journey to return him, I just picked the ones that seemed ‘happy’ to her.

However, even this failed. What she did was wrong from the start.

We must not give false hope. He had to let his vengeance take place.

If she hadn’t forced her own hopes on him, ‘If you want it desperately, you’ll be able to live happily ever after.’

He could have found peace in death.

It was only now that I could understand his feelings that being alive was more painful than dying. Because she, too, was waiting for this moment to end as soon as possible.

Out of the small coffin, her despair leaked out. The gloomy and painful imagination, or rather the future that would soon happen if she did not act, escaped.

It was hell. Celia was burning in the demons she created and the infernos she spewed.

However, this will be the last atonement she can make.

To admit that her fantasy that she would be happy someday, that she would definitely be able to smile again, was just a childish, selfish, and unrealistic delusion.

Even if the day when he can smile happily comes again someday, giving up that there will be no place for a hero’s party.

The sacred relics covered the body lost their light and fell asleep. The power contained therein was still within her.

Celia prayed and prayed that the dragon that would “eat” her would appear sooner rather than later.

“sorry…”

However, no one would listen to her. even god.

The Hero Party With Whom I Am About To Part Ways Is Obsessed With Me

The Hero Party With Whom I Am About To Part Ways Is Obsessed With Me

작별을 앞둔 용사 파티가 내게 집착한다.
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Status: Completed Type: Author: Released: 2022 Native Language: Korean
It’s been two years since I went on an adventure following the hero’s party as a porter. He finally kills the Demon King and is waiting for the day he returns home. However, people I don’t want to see again keep wandering around next to me.

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