Jinseigyakuten Uwakisare Enzai wo Kiserareta Orega Gakuenichi no Bisyoujo ni Natsukareru [LN] Bahasa Indonesia

{Chapter 1} The Mastermind Is Definitely Saving Someone's Life...

"I don't want to die..."

Death is the only thing that is truly equal. No one chooses the environment they are born into or the talents they are given. There are always unfortunate souls who cannot even choose how they live or how they die.

I was a genius. Hailed as a child prodigy, I was expected to become a great spirit-user. Indeed, at the age of seventeen, I had already reached a realm equivalent to elves who had lived for centuries.

"To think... it would end like this."

My life had been a cruel joke. I thought I had chosen my path, but it was an illusion. I had been working in the forest near this city, gathering special herbs to serve as catalysts for spirit contracts. But then, an epidemic swept through the city, and now I was in critical condition. I lay on an isolated bed in an empty hospital room, simply waiting for the end.

"I was just getting started..."

I wasn't born into wealth. I had only adopted this refined way of speaking because I admired noble ladies. Just a little more, and I would have made the world recognize my talent, but now I was dying of a disease halfway through my journey. What was the point of all that effort? All that talent?

"I am not even allowed to pray to the gods."

The catalysts and magic circles were complete; the theory was perfect. It was the highest tier of magic. But I couldn't mold my mana. My mana was depleted, and my life force was fading. If I had any mana left, I might have been able to summon a high-ranking spirit and hope for healing magic. But this was an incurable disease that modern medicine and humanity could do nothing about.

"To end like this, without anyone ever understanding..."

I was still the only person in the world who could understand the theory behind this magic circle. I was the only human with a large enough mana pool to activate it. In other words—it had all become meaningless.

"I don't need gods, or heroes."

Praying to the gods had never saved me. Even if the Hero saved humanity, I remained miserable. No, it was worse than that.

"Heroes are nothing but a fantasy..."

Six months ago, the Hero had slain a dragon that lived near this city, saving countless lives. But the dragon’s corpse had rotted, becoming the source of this plague. 

Of course, if the dragon hadn't been killed, the damage would have been far worse than the epidemic. The Hero had simply done the right thing. And as a result, I was dying. That was all.

"Anyone... please, help me. Someone. At least tell me... that it meant something."

Any talent is meaningless in death. Any effort can be swept away by a single illness. Any wish is powerless before the end.

"...?"

I couldn't sit up to check, but I heard someone. I felt a presence. Even the doctors wouldn't come near me now for fear of infection. Who would come at this hour?

"Hello there, young lady. Mind if I intrude for a bit?"

"...Who are you?"

"Me? I'm Emo Sugiru. I'm a bit of a celebrity with a national bounty on my head."

"Oh... so you are a bad man. It doesn't matter. I was lonely."

Even if he was a villain, I was happy.

 I had been swallowed by loneliness and despair. Having someone there for my final moments was a salvation in itself. I knew this man didn't have any good intentions.

"No one will follow me here, after all. Life as a fugitive is tough—though I suppose it’s nothing compared to your time in the hospital."

He was a strange man. He lacked any sort of imposing aura, yet he was the kind of person you wouldn't forget once you saw him. I couldn't tell anything about him from his appearance. Was he rich? Was he strong? I couldn't grasp his character. He had to be crazy to come to a nest of plague just because no one would follow him.

"I feel... saved."

"Hmm? Really? You look like you’re at death’s door to me."

"Yes... I will die soon. Just having someone here at the end is enough."

"Haha, you’re quite the optimist."

It was strange. He didn't seem to pity me at all. He probably just wasn't interested. But that made me happy. If he would talk to me as an equal until the end, I would be content.

"I don't know what kind of illness you have, but God is quite nonsensical, isn't He? You drew that magic circle, didn't you? Super-tier magic to summon and contract not a spirit, but a Divine Spirit. Even the elf in the Hero's party gave up on that, but you’re a real genius."

"Eh...?"

He understood? There’s someone who knows the value of this magic circle? I had used the last of my strength to spread the magic circle out on the desk. It was something incomprehensible to an ordinary person.

"Life is much happier if you support a specific person rather than a god. This world is nonsense—even with talent like yours, you’re dying of a disease."

"Ah..."

I felt as if my entire existence had been validated. It was as if he was telling me that it did have meaning.

"I love hero epics. I respect people who fulfill their missions. That’s why I watched the Hero party’s journey. He was a weapon—a tool of the state to destroy the Demon King."

"My, for someone who likes the Hero, you have a harsh way of putting it."

"Not really. I like that about him too. When forced to choose between saving the many or the few, he chose the many, even as he wept."

"...I suppose he would."

"Do you have a mission?"

"I might have... but it’s all over now."

"Not necessarily. Would you drink this?"

"If you wish..."

He handed me a strange liquid. Strangely, I wasn't afraid. Was he going to grant me a peaceful death? I drank the liquid in the small vial as I was told.

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"If you have a mission, if you have talent, you shouldn't die."

I handed the Elixir to the girl. 

I’d ducked into this empty hospital to hide, and she was there. If I gave her this, she’d probably keep quiet about me being here. 

Plus, she might be of use to the Hero party. This girl seemed incredible. The magic circle looked like the one the elf in the Hero party had mentioned—not that I really knew for sure. I’d said some cool-sounding stuff, but I couldn't actually tell the difference between magic circles. I was just parroting what the Hero party’s elf had said.

"No... this is..."

"It’s reality. Well, you were at death’s door, so it’s only natural to be shaken."

"Who... who are you, really?"

"I already told you. I’m just a fan of the Hero."

If the Hero were here, he would have handed over the Elixir without hesitation. 

He was someone who could cut away the few for the many, but he wouldn't compromise if he could save someone. He was a wonderful person who couldn't throw away his kindness, even if he was raised as a weapon.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing in particular."

"That can't be true. You wouldn't use such a medicine for no reason!"

"Your talent and your life belong only to you. Live however you like."

This girl had strange eyes—the left was red and the right was white. Were those "Magic Eyes"? There was a user like that in the Demon King’s army too. How nostalgic.

"My name is Altlinde Marteno. I may speak like this, but I was born a commoner. Isn't it laughable?"

"Is it? I think it’s wonderful."

The Hero was originally a commoner’s child too. To fulfill one’s mission through talent and effort is a magnificent thing. I could never do it myself, which is why I respect and support them!

"Lord Sugiru... will you accept me?"

"Now, what could you mean by that?"

"Someday, I will repay this debt. I will become strong and prove my worth to you."

"You’re the one who chooses how to live. Do as you please."

I only intended for her to keep quiet about me being here. But if she wanted to repay me, I’d accept it. Though I might be executed by then... Besides, just because she could make magic circles didn't mean she had high combat ability. My enemy was the state, so even if she got a bit stronger, it wouldn't really mean much.

"Oh, I know."

"What is it?"

"When you’re feeling better, why not join the Hero Supporters? I’m sure the General would accept you."

The Masked General seemed to be forming a fan group, so she should just join that. I’d just dump her on the General. I was sure she’d lead a happy life once she learned the joys of being a fan.

"I think the pursuers have moved on."

"Are you leaving already...?"

"I’ll take my leave. You’re cured now, so you won't be lonely anymore, right?"

"Yes..."

"I hope you find happiness (as a fan)..."

I waved and left the hospital room.

＊

"How... how magnificent he is... I’ve decided. I’ve made up my mind!"

I had never been so saved. I had never been treated so kindly. I had never been so understood.

"Lord Sugiru... Ihihi! I shall dedicate my second life to him!"

He was underestimating my gratitude. He said he was wanted, so the state must be his enemy. Such a thing is no match for me at my full strength!

"Now, let us finish the contract... I can feel the power rising."

The magic circle activated. The super-tier magic was unleashed.

"How ironic that I, who couldn't even pray to the gods, should summon a Divine Spirit."

This magic circle was on a different level. 

My mana was in a realm that was unreachable not just for humans, but even for demons. I heard the mage of the Hero party had the highest score on her measurement, but they couldn't even measure mine. We were worlds apart. I heard the elf of the Hero party was a first-class spirit-user. But I am a Divine Spirit User, a rank above.

"No one understood my value... not the theory, not the mana, not even myself."

I was too much of a genius. I was too late. I was supposed to die without being understood by anyone, without achieving anything.

"Ihihi... the time has come to change history! Oh, my heart is racing!"

Countless war-gods and spirits descended. This was not a magic circle to summon just one entity. Its rank and number were determined by the mana of the caster. Transcendent mana, perfect theory, and Magic Eyes that made control possible.

"I had everything."

All I lacked was a lifespan and someone who understood me. But now I had both. I couldn't hear him well because my hearing had been failing, but "Hero Order"? I will definitely become an executive in that organization.

"I will let no one else stand by Lord Sugiru’s side!"

I’ll start with this city. I’ll use my army of Divine Spirits to fill it with despair and chaos. That will be a perfect demonstration of my power to the organization, and it should make it easier for the wanted Lord Sugiru to escape.

"Let my second life begin! Ihihi!"

I laughed. It wasn't a dry laugh. It wasn't a laugh born of despair. It was a laugh overflowing with hope and happiness. It was the moment my life truly began—and I laughed as loud as I could.

＊

I love to sleep. I love silence. That is why I kill every living thing down to the last. Once, I killed seventy percent of humanity.

"Do you intend to disturb my slumber? To forget the threat of this Demon God... the passage of time is a terrifying thing."

The act of killing is an act of inviting the other party into eternal sleep and silence. I killed, destroyed, and annihilated out of a sense of goodwill, believing they would surely be happy. I was sealed by the first—no, considering how much the era has changed, I should call him the First Hero.

"He was the one who taught me that I was 'evil.' How nostalgic."

The First Hero had denounced me. He said I was a heartless murderer and that my sensibilities were wicked. I eventually understood that he was likely right. Normally, people do not desire death. I am an immortal being who loves to sleep, so I even found them enviable.

"This era looks boring..."

The First Hero and the Demon King were the only ones I could pass the time with. We were equals. That was why I listened to the First Hero’s words.

"It has likely been thousands of years. No one from that era remains."

For some reason, the seal was about to be broken. This seal was a secret technique that the Hero had cast at the cost of his own lifespan. It was not something that would naturally dissolve over time. This was a deliberate release. A challenge.

"In honor of the Hero who is no longer here, I shall refrain from destroying this era."

Whoever was trying to break the seal was a fool. It was proof that humanity had learned nothing. To release what a Hero had sacrificed his life to seal was beyond idiotic. They likely intended to use my power, but their understanding was naive. I was curious to see what kind of person they were. I could easily imagine the kind of lines they would spout.

"I should prepare myself so that we can communicate. I’ve certainly grown kinder."

It had been thousands of years. The language would have changed. I used my Inherent Magic to fuse my soul with the world and adapt.

"What do you seek from me...?"

＊

"Regarding the matter of the city being destroyed while I was living as a fugitive."

I was currently a wanted man, spending my days on the run. Well, to be precise, I wasn't running from pursuers right now, but from Divine Spirits. 

About an hour ago, countless monsters had suddenly manifested in the city. It happened in an instant. If I didn't have my magic items, I’d be dead. Dozens of monsters, each rivaling the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon King’s army, were attacking the city.

"Is this a national crisis? No, a world crisis?"

A mass outbreak of monsters like this was far worse than the organized Demon King’s army. Only the Hero party could stop this. No, having watched them as a fan for so long, I felt even the Hero party would struggle. It was like the end of the world.

"Maybe everyone has already forgotten about me!"

In a situation like this, no one would remember the name Emo Sugiru. It was a global catastrophe, after all. My only joy was the fact that the Hero party would definitely come to this city.

"I have to make sure I film this properly..."

I’d get to see the Hero party in action for the first time in a while! That was when I felt most alive!

"But first, I need to get out of here."

The city was a hellscape of burning buildings and rubble. As I tried to avoid the flames, the ground gave way, and I fell into a subterranean passage. I was currently walking through a dim tunnel.

"Where am I...?"

For the sake of my fan activities, I had to get back to the surface quickly. After walking for a while, I found an old stone tablet. The elf in the Hero party might have been able to read it, but unfortunately, I couldn't.

"Oh, is this some kind of barrier?"

Was it a trap to seal something? It looked like a very old structure, and there was a chance someone else had fallen in like me and was accidentally trapped. I might as well help them and have them guide me out. I have a terrible sense of direction, after all.

"It’s a bit of a waste, but I guess I’ll use it."

The Key of Unsealing—six months ago, there was an episode where the Hero was sealed by a scheme of the Demon King’s army, and the Hero party found this key to release him. 

The Hero was so cool when he was revived! The key broke after one use, so I’d salvaged the remains and had a famous blacksmith repair it. I’d already recorded the Hero’s revival, so I didn't need a second take. I’d prepared this just in case something similar happened again. It was a necessary effort for my fan activities. It wasn't perfect, and its functions were degraded, but it should work.

"It seems there really is someone inside."

I’d break the barrier to ask for directions. I hoped it was someone familiar with the local geography.

"Hello there. Good morning... or should I say, congratulations?"

"Who are you...?"

I successfully destroyed the barrier. Out came a man in red armor, looking like a knight. I couldn't see his face. I offered a gentle smile and started clapping. He must have been feeling lonely.

"How does it feel to be awake?"

"Answer my question, human."

"Me? I’m Emo Sugiru. Just an ordinary guy who got lost."

"Do you intend to use my power? A mere human, trying to use Me?"

"Yeah, exactly. I’d like you to guide me out of here."

"Huh...?"

What was wrong? The knight was staring at me in a daze. I hadn't said anything strange.

"We were both unlucky to end up in a place like this. What do you say? Shall we head for the surface together?"

"...I see. So that’s how it is."

"Yes, yes. I’m glad you understand."

The knight seemed to have reached some sort of conclusion. I was glad there were no misunderstandings. Lately, people had been interpreting things in the weirdest ways, which was a real pain.

"This is the Alamesia Underground Great Prison... It seems this place has become a nest for those the The first hero sealed. You were in the same position as me, then. Interesting. I shall accompany you."

"...? I’m glad to have a comrade in the same boat."

"Indeed. It seems there was someone else besides me."

The knight seemed to be well-versed in the local geography and history. Honestly, it was very reassuring. Since he said we were in the same position, he must have fallen from the surface and accidentally gotten trapped in the barrier too. I felt a certain sense of kinship.

"...What is this?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Hey, human. What is happening on the surface? No, what has become of this era...?"

The knight was breaking into a cold sweat while looking up—or rather, toward the surface. I couldn't see it through the armor, but he had that kind of aura. Was he counting the stains on the ceiling? I knew the feeling. He probably wanted to escape reality. It must be embarrassing to have accidentally fallen and gotten trapped in a barrier.

"Come to think of it, I wonder if Altlinde is okay... That girl has no luck."

Altlinde Marteno—she’d finally been cured of her illness, only for Divine Spirits to start rampaging immediately after. 

What an unlucky child. 

I hoped she was still alive. I wanted her to have a good time in the Hero Supporters.

"...It seems I was overconfident. This era is staggering."

"Well, our situation is certainly staggering."

"Is that so? Human, you seem quite composed. To maintain such an attitude before Me... even the Demon King showed me respect."

"The Demon King...? Oh, you mean the stage prop for the Hero. He was a good trial."

"Hmph. To call that Demon King a 'stage prop'... you are an absurd man."

The Demon King of this era was strong, but arrogant. His carelessness led to his defeat by the Hero party. I was grateful that I could record the Hero’s success, but to be honest, I wished he’d tried a little harder. I was so happy that I clapped, and then all that trouble started...

"He was one of the few exceptions who was an equal to Me, a Demon God... Hey, human. You are an anomaly. I feel nothing from you. To think there is such a vast gap between us that even I cannot fathom it... you are a remarkable one."

"That’s a bit harsh... Let’s not pry into each other’s business too much. It’s embarrassing, after all."

"I suppose you’re right."

It was only natural that there was a vast gap in our abilities. I couldn't use magic or martial arts, after all. The knight was suddenly being sarcastic, so I asked him to stop. He was the one who fell down here, too. He was even a klutz who got trapped in a barrier. He should be more embarrassed than me.

"No matter how strong I am, I am still one who was sealed by a Hero..." the knight muttered under his breath.

It sounded like he was talking to himself, so I couldn't quite hear him. He was probably just feeling embarrassed.

"Oh, is that a teleportation circle?"

"Yeah, it looks like it."

As we walked, we found something that looked like a magic circle leading to the surface. Finally, I could get back up.

"What do you plan to do once we’re back on the surface?"

"This era seems to have many who rival Me. It seems following you would be interesting. This Demon God shall follow you; you have no complaints, I presume?"

"You don't need to follow me. You’re free. Let’s just walk together as equals."

"Hmph. You are a strange one."

I thought I was the normal one compared to him. I’d only invited him to run away together once we got to the surface, but he was taking it so seriously.

"Well then, it’s time for a stroll. Are you ready?"

"Emo Sugiru, was it? Who do you think you’re talking to? Who do you think I am?"

"Was that a foolish question?"

"Indeed..."

It wasn't really a stroll; it was the start of my life as a fugitive again. I realized I hadn't asked the knight’s name. It was a bit unreasonable of him to get mad without introducing himself, but I wasn't that interested, so it was fine.

"It really was a foolish question. Compared to the arrival of the Hero party, everything else is a triviality."

I was happy to think I could record the Hero’s deeds again. My fanboy blood was pumping! We returned to the surface to begin our life of supporting faves and running for our lives.

＊

Not to be blunt, but I absolutely loathe the Demon King.

Supposedly, he was a pacifist who cared for his comrades, but he was merciless toward humanity. Worse, his overwhelming strength made him arrogant and prone to carelessness.

I could overlook all that, though. In fact, I’m actually grateful to him; it was thanks to his existence that I was able to record the Hero party’s legendary exploits.

The real problem—the one that makes him worthy of ten thousand deaths—is that he belittled the Hero. That is where I draw the line.

"Insulting my fave right in front of a fan... how foolish."

Exactly. At that point, I didn't care if the Demon King had a tragic past or a righteous reason for fighting. I couldn't bring myself to like him. I was so glad the guy I hated was finally dead that I couldn't help but burst into applause the moment he was vanquished.

"So, the Demon King of this era insulted the Hero?"

The man in the crimson armor—the knight I’d encountered underground and was now traveling with—asked me that question.

"Yeah. He called him 'insignificant' and a 'small-fry.' I felt like the Demon King was the real small-fry for acting like he was the strongest being in existence..."

"Heh. There is no doubt about that. One who is truly strong has no need to boast of their own power."

"That said, I wouldn't dream of speaking ill of the Demon King in front of the Masked General."

"Who are you talking about...?"

I knew the Demon King was the Masked General’s "fave." Therefore, I would never insult the Demon King in his presence. Even if I can't understand someone’s taste, insulting their fave is the lowest thing a person can do.

"He’s a former executive of the Demon King’s army, known as the Masked Demon General."

"I see..."

"Apparently, he’s starting an organization called the Hero Supporters. Why don't you join up?"

"What nonsense... Wait, is that man your subordinate?"

"Not a subordinate. I’ve just accepted him as a friend."

"Hmph. I see how it is..."

The knight was a great listener. I found myself rambling on and on. He listened with a sort of boyish curiosity, as if everything I said was brand new to him. Even when I talked about perfectly common-sense things, he looked satisfied, as if he’d gained incredibly useful information.

My opinion of this knight was skyrocketing. It’s always fun to talk about your faves, after all. I was truly grateful.

"Are these Divine Spirits what you desired? They’re in my way; do you mind if I kill them?"

"Hmm, I wonder...? I don't mind if you kill them."

It seemed the knight was going to clear the path by taking care of the Divine Spirits. I decided to follow along behind him. With my safety guaranteed, I could finally breathe a sigh of relief! This situation wasn't exactly what I’d intended, but since it was convenient, I suppose you could say it was what I wanted. It meant I could escape the city.

"Hmph... So you are not the caster? At this rate, I won't even be able to enjoy my stroll."

"Yeah, it’s not me."

"When dealing with a Spirit User, it’s best to strike the caster directly. Though in this case, I suppose it’s a Divine Spirit User..."

"...Could it be Altlinde?"

Judging by the knight’s tone, these Divine Spirits had been summoned artificially. The name that popped into my head was Altlinde Marteno. Was that magic circle really something that could summon Divine Spirits?

"Do you know the caster?"

"Who knows...? If it’s a girl named Altlinde, please try not to kill her."

"I see, so even you aren't certain. Fine. I can at least hold back a little."

Hold back? Against someone who can summon dozens of monsters that rival the Four Heavenly Kings? I wondered just how strong this guy was. Even for the Hero party, this would be a threat they couldn't afford to be careless with...

"Well then."

"Eh...?"

"I’m going to go strike the caster. Emo Sugiru, I presume you have your own goals? Let us part ways here."

"Wait—"

Before I could get another word out, the knight flew off at a speed the eye couldn't follow. How did he move like that in such heavy-looking armor? He really might be someone incredible.

"Wait, what about my escort...?"

I’d been left all alone in this hellscape. Maybe I should hide for a while? The knight would probably stop the caster, and then I could take my time leaving the city safely.

"...No, I have to find the Hero party. This is a chance to record their glory!"

If there was a scene where innocent people were dying, the Hero party would definitely show up. They were heroes, after all—the protectors of humanity.

"I’m sure they’ll be too busy to worry about chasing me after an incident this big."

This was a national-level disaster. They’d surely ignore a single wanted man. Since I had nothing to do with this, they’d probably forget all about me as time passed.

"It’ll be a little lonely if the Hero forgets my name, though."

As a fan, I was happy to have been recognized—provided we ignored the whole "wanted for execution" part. Once they saw the threat facing this city, they wouldn't have time to think about me.

"Come to think of it, I wonder where the General is? I hope he’s safe... I’ll look for him too."

I set off to find the Hero party and the General. I was so happy to be able to do some "fan activities" freely for the first time in a while that I started skipping. There was no one around to see me, so I might as well enjoy myself.

"Oh..."

As I was skipping along, a Divine Spirit appeared right in front of me. It looked like an angel with six wings growing from its back—more like a doll or a woman than a monster. It was completely naked and had white, pupilless eyes, which was a bit creepy. If I thought of it as someone doing a weird face for a gag, it was actually kind of funny. Was this some kind of God of Party Tricks? Should I try approaching it while clapping?

"Shit, run! You’re gonna die, man!"

"Yeah, kid, get outta here!"

Some rough-looking older guys were shouting at me. Judging by their appearance, they might be criminals like me—though in my case, it was a false accusation.

"Wait, isn't that Emo Sugiru?"

"The wanted guy...?"

In an emergency like this, it didn't matter if I was seen. I was leaving the city anyway. For now, the "God of Party Tricks" was just staring at me without attacking.

"Hey there. Aren't you cold dressed like that?"

"Target: Emo Sugiru. Confirmed as the protection target designated by the contractor. Commencing surveillance."

"Eh?"

Apparently, this naked angel-girl was going to watch over me with those creepy white eyes. The situation was escalating so fast I couldn't keep up. When I took a step back, the God of Party Tricks took a step forward.

"Why are you following me?"

"Because you are the protection target designated by the contractor."

"No, look... if I walk around with a naked, white-eyed girl following me, I’m going to look like a total pervert. Can you give me a break?"

Every time I walked, she followed slowly behind. I was starting to doubt she was even a Divine Spirit... she might just be a weirdo. The older guys were staring at the scene in disbelief. I knew how they felt; I was right there with them.

"Right, time for the mask. I’ll change into that handsome guy’s face. That’s the plan."

I changed my face to the handsome man I’d seen before. This mask really was convenient.

"Now I can walk around in peace. That handsome guy probably died in this incident anyway, so there shouldn't be any problems."

I started skipping along once more.

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In this world, "Mages" and "Spirit Users" seek different paths. A Mage seeks to master their own internal power, while a Spirit User seeks to master power from outside themselves. Both use mana, and both require knowledge of magic circles.

"I suppose I am an anomaly in human history. The world’s only Divine Spirit User."

A person’s aptitude is decided at birth. As a rule, a human has only one "Magic Circuit." Each circuit can only hold one attribute. That is the limit of humanity. Therefore, a Mage’s life is spent mastering that single attribute.

What about a Spirit User? They don't use their own attribute at all; instead, they use their Magic Circuit solely as a path for a contract with a spirit. In exchange for abandoning their innate attribute, they borrow the attributes and spells of the spirit they’ve contracted with.

"To seek the ultimate 'one,' or to seek 'all'?"

Researching the interpretation of attribute magic and evolving one's own Magic Circuit—that is the effort of a Mage. Researching magic circles and summoning high-ranking spirits to form contracts—that is the effort of a Spirit User.

"The approaches are different. I have mastered both. Despite having such talent, no one but Lord Sugiru recognized its value."

For me, it wasn't a choice. Both were things I could achieve naturally; I never felt a difference between them. I was "all," yet I was also the ultimate "one." When it came to the concept of magic, I could state with certainty that no talent greater than mine existed.

"To think I had the talent to kill the Demon King in seconds, yet I couldn't defeat a disease... what a joke. Though, I only perfected the theory on my deathbed."

Even as a Mage alone, I undoubtedly surpassed the Demon King. And I had been an exceptional Spirit User since I was a child. It was only recently, however, that I’d completed the theory for the magic circle to summon Divine Spirits.

"This is fate."

After saving such a talent, Lord Sugiru asked for nothing in return. To him, it was a whim—a passing act of mercy. He didn't even intend to use me.

"My, my, you’ve arrived quite early, haven't you?"

"Is it you? Are you the one who did this to the city?! I’ll never forgive you!"

The Hero party had arrived. At my mockery, the Hero made a face as if he’d swallowed a bitter bug. From a normal perspective, they had arrived quickly, but it was already too late. There was no one left to save. This city had literally been destroyed.

"A hero who can't save anyone is nothing but a defective weapon."

"What did you say...!"

"Take those words back!"

"That’s right! We saved humanity! We vanquished the Demon King!"

The three members of the Hero party were furious. The hulking priest, the mage girl, and the elven spirit-user—the heroes who had saved humanity.

"Ihihi! But, but? Unfortunately, this city is...?"

"You bastard...!"

Honestly, even reaching this place was a feat. Sixty-four Divine Spirits had been summoned and were currently trampling the city. Since they had reached me in such a short time, they were undeniably strong. However, no matter how strong they were, no matter if they were weapons or heroes, they couldn't save the people of this city.

"Heroes like you? You can only save the species known as 'humanity.' You never save individuals like me, and you never could."

They couldn't afford to spend time saving the few. A hero is an existence that, if they have a spare moment, is forced to choose to save the many. Even among the "few," the value of a life is not equal. Compared to the life of a king—no, even a noble—the life of a commoner is like trash. Why? Because a valuable life is one that can lead the many.

"You understand, don't you? If I were to guess why you were late, it’s because you were ordered to remain in the royal capital, wasn't it?"

"How do you know that...?"

The Hero seemed shaken. What a cute reaction. He was probably around the same age as me. A young talent, a weapon, a hero.

"Did you know? The dragon corpse you left behind caused a plague to spread. This city was already in the depths of despair. I suppose it’s only natural that you, who were busy training in high-difficulty dungeons, couldn't be bothered with disposing of a corpse..."

"That... that can't be...!"

"I was supposed to die, too. If Lord Sugiru hadn't saved me, that is."

I laughed as I spoke of Lord Sugiru’s existence. In contrast to my expression, the Hero’s face grew dark. But I was sure he wouldn't believe my words. To him, I was evil.

"You think I’m evil, don't you?"

"Of course I do."

"I won't deny it... But you know, sometimes even evil can be a salvation."

There is a term called "euthanasia." There are people who live with burdens so heavy that they would be better off dead. For example, a disease. You wouldn't know the despair of being unable to move, simply waiting for death, would you, Hero? This city was full of that kind of despair. You can't imagine the people for whom being killed was a mercy.

"I have saved the few that a hero could not."

"You’re insane... How can you call that salvation?!"

The Hero roared. Blessed with talent, blessed with comrades, blessed with a mission. He couldn't understand the feelings or the pain of the few who are cast aside. Because he was strong, and he was a hero.

"You kill demons to save humanity. I kill the sick to save them. What is the difference? Both are solutions through violence, are they not?"

"It’s different! You’re just doing this for yourself! I am fulfilling a mission I was given, a wish! Yours is just self-satisfaction!"

"It must be hard being a defective weapon that can only save people on someone else’s orders, ihihi! That’s just the person who gave you the order doing the saving; you’re just the one who did the killing, aren't you?"

"Wha—"

Power that isn't wielded by one’s own will is worse than mere violence. To cast aside those you couldn't save by claiming it had nothing to do with your own will... a hero really is nothing more than a weapon. Lord Sugiru, who saved me of his own will and told me to live freely, was like a mirror—an existence at the polar opposite of a hero.

"Hero Order."

"Wha... what?"

"It’s the organization Lord Sugiru invited me to join. The selection of heroes—perhaps it’s an organization meant to question weapons like you. To see if you are truly worthy of being called a hero."

"Again... Emo Sugiru again! What on earth is that man doing in this city?!"

"Who knows...? He didn't tell me. That’s why I have to prove my worth. By defeating all of you, that is."

The Hero drew the holy sword from his waist. Holy Sword Arlellia—a pure white blade about the size of a one-handed sword. A national treasure that could only be wielded by those with a light-attribute Magic Circuit. I’d heard that simply holding it increased one’s physical abilities to three times that of a demon.

"The three behind you are in the way."

"..."

"Liar."

"Impossible..."

I released my mana and drew a magic circle in the air with one hand. What I was about to unleash was the ultimate technique of a Mage. To the Hero party, who thought I was a Spirit User, the idea of me—the caster—fighting directly must have been unbelievable.

"Construction Sign: Spiral Magic-Breaker."

Construction Magic—the culmination of a Mage’s art. It manifests one’s own laws within a specific space. If one’s Magic Circuit hasn't been evolved to the absolute limit, it will burn out from the strain. It’s an ultimate technique that would kill an ordinary mage just by using it.

"No... that’s impossible!"

The mage girl in the Hero party shook her head, trembling. The elven spirit-user was also in a daze. The Hero and the priest couldn't even comprehend what was happening.

"My, my. To think that the legendary Hero party would be so shaken by something like this... Surely the Demon King could use it too?"

"He used his subordinates to maintain the hand signs! How are you...?"

Yes—Construction Magic has a weakness. Because it consumes a massive amount of mana to deploy, it cannot be maintained unless one constantly holds the proper hand signs. It’s a style of fighting usually reserved for large-scale battles.

However, those with Magic Eyes are an exception. Aside from their unique abilities, they share a common power: they can see the flow of mana in the world and the human body. In other words—maintaining the spell is easy, even without hand signs.

"I have Magic Eyes, you see."

"No... ghack!"

The mage girl spat out a mouthful of blood. The law I had constructed was "forced fusion and separation with the surrounding mana." In short, it was the systematic destruction of one’s Magic Circuit.

"Healing... immediately... urgh!"

The hulking priest rushed to the mage girl’s side. He was the healer, after all. But the more magic he used, the more he would make her suffer. Even if it was healing magic. The priest also collapsed, his mana affected by the surrounding mage and elf.

"As expected of the Hero. You alone are unscathed, it seems."

"Tell me your name. I’m going to take you down right here..."

"I am Altlinde Marteno. Don't worry, I’ll hold back. You are one of Lord Sugiru’s favorites, after all."

"After you, it’s Emo Sugiru... I will never forgive him. Not for taking advantage of your weakness, and not for making me kill you with my own hands."

The Hero was mistaken. Emo Sugiru had no intention of using me. He asked for nothing in return. The choice to trample this city was mine alone.

"Oh...?"

"What...?"

Both the Hero and I looked up at the sky. A staggering amount of mana and a powerful presence were approaching. It was likely someone incredibly skilled. They crashed down with a massive gust of wind.

"Are you the caster controlling these Divine Spirits? Release them this instant."

"And who might you be?"

"I am the Demon God Kala. I have come to fulfill my promise to Emo Sugiru."

An entity like a knight clad in crimson armor. He radiated an incredible amount of mana, and even his slightest movements screamed that he was a master. He was in a class of his own as both a warrior and a mage. Even an S-rank adventurer wouldn't be this strong.

"...The legendary Demon God? The one from the fairy tales, who the First Hero sacrificed his life to seal? I didn't think you actually existed."

"My seal was broken by Emo Sugiru. I am very much real."

"So that’s it...!"

The Hero’s expression was one of absolute despair, yet there was also a look of realization. Was this city the place where the Demon God was sealed? The Hero might have known that... which would explain why he rushed here so quickly instead of staying in the capital. That choice made sense now.

So, Lord Sugiru’s goal was the revival of the Demon God... No wonder he was a wanted man.

"...But still, that was a seal placed by a Hero. It would be impossible to break without the 'Key of Unsealing.' Otherwise, the only way would be the direct approach: a special ritual consuming a high-purity mana core with a massive amount of mana."

"Don't tell me...!"

The Hero reacted to my words. Did he have something in mind?

"The Demon King’s core...? Was that why we were made to fight?"

The Hero collapsed to his knees. He was weeping, looking completely broken. So that was it. He made the Hero kill the Demon King, then used that core to revive an even greater threat: the Demon God. To the Hero, who fought for peace and humanity, it was as if he had been indirectly forced to help. No wonder he was in despair.

"Demon God Kala, are you going to join Lord Sugiru—Emo Sugiru’s organization?"

"No, I have no intention of following him. Or rather, he turned me down."

"My, my... that sounds just like Lord Sugiru."

"That said, he called us 'equals.' That is what he said to Me."

"Ihihi! Yes, yes, that is Lord Sugiru for you!"

He revived the Demon God and made him an ally. Not through power, but through charisma. I could see it. It made me so happy.

"If your revival was the goal, then I no longer need to buy time. I shall withdraw the Divine Spirits... and there is no longer any need to deal with the Hero, either."

"Don't... don't screw with me!"

The Hero shouted, his face twisted with rage. His eyes were full of hatred. I was sure that if I let him live, he would try to kill Emo Sugiru. Even so, I was sure Lord Sugiru would want him to live.

"Be silent, boy."

"Gah...!"

In an instant, the Demon God was standing over the Hero, pinning him down with his foot. I hadn't seen him move at all. His speed and physical ability were incredible.

"The weak have no right to speak. That woman there is worthy of fighting Me, but you do not belong here. Lie there and be quiet."

"Dammit...!"

The Hero was still conscious, but he couldn't stand. To silence the Hero with a single blow... he really was strong. It was no wonder Lord Sugiru wanted him.

"If you’re pulling back the Divine Spirits, I have no reason to fight you."

"Oh, we could always decide which of us is going to be Number Two, you know?"

"Hoh...?"

Both I and this Demon God would be members of the Hero Order. It would be necessary to clarify which of us would be Lord Sugiru’s right hand.

"Emo Sugiru sought Me out. But you are different, aren't you?"

"I suppose so... But if I defeat you, I can prove myself."

"Interesting. But are you sure?"

"About what?"

"Those brats there will die. If they are caught in the crossfire of our battle, it is a certainty."

"That would be a problem. Ihihi, let’s save it for another time."

As the Demon God and I were talking, we heard footsteps. A slow tap-tap-tap approaching us. I could feel a presence, but I felt no mana at all.

...Was the owner of these footsteps Lord Sugiru?

＊

"Oh, the Hero party is hereeeeeeeee!"

I shouted with joy. I’d found the Hero party! I peeked through a gap in the rubble. They were all lying on the ground. Were they having a hard time fighting the Divine Spirits? I couldn't see very well from here.

"Wait, Altlinde and the knight are here too!"

My fave and my acquaintances were talking. What a precious sight. They must be helping the Hero party in their struggle. What a heartwarming development!

"Right, I should change my face back."

While I was walking here, people I didn't know kept asking me for help whenever I used this face. They called me "Sword Saint," so I figured the owner of this handsome face was named Nar Systria. He must be a very reliable person. However, they always ended up leaving in a state of total shock after seeing the naked God of Party Tricks behind me.

"I have to give a round of applause for this moving scene!"

I was sure those two had cleared up the Hero’s misunderstanding. If I went out now, the Hero would surely be grateful. After all, I was the one who saved those two, so I’d indirectly helped the Hero.

"This time for sure."

Last time there was a misunderstanding, but this time he’d surely be happy to hear my applause. He’d finally realize I was just a fan. I slowly made my way through the rubble.

"Hello, everyone! What a magnificent sight. Mind if I join you?"

I said to the Hero and the others with a smile. And of course, I didn't forget to clap!

＊

I was born the child of a commoner. I awakened to the Hero’s Protection when I was ten years old. Until then, I’d been raised in a perfectly normal home. I couldn't stand to see people trembling in fear of the Demon King’s army. I was a child who thought about that every day, so perhaps God chose me.

"My... my life... Our journey, our battles... what was it all for?!"

I’d been in the middle of a war from the age of ten until now. I’d gathered comrades, deepened our bonds, and protected people by winning desperate battles against the Demon King’s army. No matter how hard or sad things got, I never gave up. Because I refused to compromise when it came to saving someone.

Even when I fought the Demon King, I didn't feel despair. In fact, I think I fought with hope, believing that this would finally be the end. No—now that I think about it, I was being made to fight.

"The Demon King was arrogant, but he was hesitating... We killed each other because we both understood it was the only way!"

The Demon King was a pacifist. The conflict between demons and humans would never end until either the Hero or the Demon King died. That was why I’d told myself it was an unavoidable struggle...

And yet, it was all in the palm of Emo Sugiru’s hand. I’d been used to release an even greater threat than the Demon King into the world: the Demon God.

"You... how much can you toy with people?! How can you just stand there and smile?!"

"Hmm? Me? People smile when they’re happy, don't they?"

"Wha—"

"Allow me to thank you once again. Thanks to you, the world has become very entertaining."

"..."

I was speechless. This hatred, this rage—no words could express it. Emo Sugiru was grinning as he clapped. He’d appeared now, when I was defeated and unable to move—no, he’d appeared now because it was finally too late.

This man was the mastermind behind everything. If he hadn't existed, there might have been a way other than killing the Demon King. So many people could have been happy.

My body wouldn't move. Move! Move, damn you! Dammit, why... why am I so weak?!

"EMO SUGIRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"

I roared. I had never directed this much rage toward another person in my entire life.

"Haha, you don't have to shout so loud; I can hear you. I’m moved by such wonderful fan service, but unfortunately, I’m a busy man. I can't stay here any longer. I’ve burned the image of your heroic figure into my eyes, so I think I’ll take my leave."

"Don't... screw with me...!"

"Oh, it looks like I won't have to go looking for you. How helpful."

"What...?"

Emo Sugiru was looking behind me. I couldn't move my body to look, but I could feel a presence. Who was it? I heard footsteps. It was the presence and sound of a demon. I’d heard it so many times I could recognize it.

"My, my. To think the legendary Hero would be crawling on the ground like this. The Demon King would be so surprised if he could see you now."

"Wha... that voice..."

It was impossible. I knew the owner of that voice. It was someone I’d cut down during the war with the Demon King’s army. The owner of the voice stepped on my head and laughed.

"It’s been a while, Hero."

"Masked Demon General...!"

"I’m grateful you let me go, thinking I was no longer a threat after losing an arm and the Demon King."

"Impossible! How is your arm back...?"

I’d definitely cut it off with the holy sword back then. He should have lost his ability to make masks.

"What is going on...?"

"He’s a dear friend of mine, so I healed his arm. General, I understand how you feel, but I don't think stepping on the Hero’s head is very polite. You were an executive of the Demon King’s army, after all; you should value your dignity."

"Ah, sorry, Mr. Emo. He was a favorite of yours, wasn't he? This Hero."

The Masked General apologized. It was an unbelievable sight. He was a man who would never follow anyone but the Demon King. No, wait—it was the other way around. I see. Following the Demon King was just an act.

"Ah..."

I understood. I finally understood. How was Emo Sugiru able to manipulate the Demon King’s army? The army’s total strength was bolstered by the masks. That was what had changed the tide of battle time and time again. In other words, this General was in a position to adjust the strength of the army. And if this General had been Emo Sugiru’s ally from the start—if he was a member of this "Hero Order"—then everything made sense.

"Well, now that we’ve made up, shall we go? There’s not much point in staying in this city. I’m sure the Hero party can recover on their own."

"To the very end..."

Emo Sugiru said those words as if he were mocking me. He called what just happened "making up"? No, that’s not it. I see...! He meant that at this very moment, the Masked General had returned to his true form. From an enemy in the Demon King’s army to a member of the Hero Order. He had returned.

"Altlinde, how are you feeling?"

"Oh, I’m doing wonderful, thanks to you. Lord Sugiru, won't you let me join the Hero Order as well? I’m sure I can be of help."

"Hmm? You can do as you like. You have to enjoy your freedom, after all."

"Yes...!"

That Altlinde Marteno, who had looked like a monster just moments ago, now had a melting, infatuated look on her face. She was completely devoted to Emo Sugiru. He had taken advantage of her weakness and was now manipulating her. She was a once-in-a-thousand-years genius—a powerhouse that even we, the Hero party, couldn't touch. And he was leading her with nothing but clever words.

On top of that, there was the Demon God Kala and the Masked Demon General... This wasn't a joke; this was a force that could truly destroy the world. The war with the Demon King’s army was a struggle for the survival of humanity, but this was on a different dimension. This was an enemy that every race should fight together to survive. I can never forgive the great evil known as Emo Sugiru. He has to be killed.

"You... what do you want?! Why would you do something so..."

Why would Emo Sugiru do this? How could he do something so cruel? What sin did the people living in this city commit? Was he planning to gather such a force just to create another hell like this?

"It’s just fan activities."

"Wha—"

"I told you, didn't I? I’m your fan. You are... a true hero, aren't you?"

"What... what are you talking about...?"

I couldn't understand. No, it couldn't be. Did he destroy a city just to test me? Was the Demon King’s army, and that choice I had to make between the many and the few—was it all just a game to Emo Sugiru...?

"You see, I love people who fulfill their missions. That’s why I’ve been watching your journey. In the first place, what makes a hero? Is it being a weapon? Is it never forgetting one’s human heart? Or is it someone who struggles in the gap between the two...?"

Emo Sugiru began to speak. I could tell his words were coming from the bottom of his heart. This was his motive—the wish at his core.

"I want to see that kind of radiance. I love the kind of radiance that asserts itself as the protagonist, just like in a hero epic. You have always been a hero."

So that was it. That was the only reason he’d made humans and demons fight, and even revived the Demon God. Just to see if we were heroes—just to provide a trial.

"You’re mocking me...!"

" I’m perfectly serious. That’s why I’m offering you my heartfelt praise. This world didn't quite feel right to me; it was boring at first. But those disappointing times are over. Because I found you. It might be a bit nonsensical, but this is my own way of being a fan."

This man—Emo Sugiru—was twisted. He was broken.

"Aah... aaaaaah... UAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

I was breaking, too. I couldn't think anymore. I didn't want to think. I didn't want to know that my battles, my life, had all been this man’s toys.

"I’m so happy you’re so moved."

"Ugh... aah..."

I wept, forgetting all shame. I was sobbing. I couldn't take it. Even the nausea had vanished. This was the real thing—I see, so this is what despair feels like.

＊

"His crying face is charming, too."

"My, my. I’m getting jealous."

As I was enjoying the "fan service" from the Hero, Altlinde peered up at me from below. It was a very cute and calculated pose. It seemed she’d taken quite a liking to me.

"Well then, shall we go—down our own path?"

I suggested that we all do some fan activities together. A life of supporting your faves is the best. The Hero was crying with joy, so the misunderstanding seemed to have been completely cleared up. I’d told him that everyone here was his fan, so he must have been happy.

"It would be rude to keep staring at his tears."

"That poor boy..."

"Even my desire for revenge has vanished. As expected of Lord Sugiru."

"My, my. Life is never boring with Mr. Emo around."

The knight, Altlinde, and the General were all excited. They’d witnessed a moving moment of fan activity, so I was sure any wicked thoughts they had had vanished. We all started walking together as friends, heading for the next city. To continue down the path of a fan! The Hero shouted from behind us in a hoarse voice.

"Emo Sugiru... I will never! Even if I die, I will never forget you!"

The Hero said something so wonderful. What incredible fan service. It was the best. He really was a kind person.

"What a great line. It’s so moving."

I told the Hero with a beaming smile. What a wonderful day. If I were king, I’d make it a national holiday. I’d found comrades who understood the joy of supporting faves, and the misunderstanding was cleared up...

"Ah, I feel like I’m truly enjoying life."

"The fun is just beginning, you know? Our battle, that is."

"Heh. I wonder if they can overcome the trial that is Me?"

"...This is getting interesting."

Everyone was smiling and looking happy. Of course, I was smiling too. I must be the luckiest man alive. I’m surely happier than anyone else!

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