Only the Party Members Returned, Not the Hero

Chapter 3

3. Only party members returned (3)

A woman hates a man.

A woman does not like a man.

A woman does not approve of a man.

If you look at it this far, it’s actually not a big deal.

It can be said to be a common situation that can happen in any human relationship.

Love Love If you ask an optimistic, smirking and bored man, at least he’s not indifferent. You might even hear the answer.

But one anomaly is added here.

The youngest daughter of the Ergenuke family, the best family in the kingdom, hates a man.

The saintess of Erantera, the only religion in the continent, doesn’t like a man.

The strongest archmage’s most cherished first disciple does not recognize a single man.

Now I’m starting to worry about the man.

But one more anomaly is added here.

The man is a commoner, has no money, and has no family.

Now a man’s life is starting to look pretty sad.

However, one more anomaly is added here.

The man’s father is an apostate, and no one knows his father’s name or face because he was the only one in the entire continent to be sentenced to obliteration of records.

Now a man’s life will start to look pretty f*cked up.

The man’s name is Ellen. I’ve said it like others, but this is the situation I’m in right now.

I was the son of an apostate, and no one knows why my father, who was so popular, became an apostate. Since he was sentenced to record destruction, no one answered even when he asked people around him about his father.

I was only five at the time, and I had grown enough to graduate from the warrior school, but now that time has passed, I don’t even know who to ask.

At least one of my father’s pocket watches in my hand.

When the house and portrait were burned down, a false family photo was secretly drawn from memory with charcoal soot.

That was all I had.

It is said that the fact that I was admitted to the warrior school was a big event in the social world to the extent that the dean had to come out and explain.

The menacing eyes of people from all kinds of nobles and influential people glared at the dean, and the dean repeatedly wiped the cold sweat running down his thinning hair with a white handkerchief.

The series of actions continued until the people’s complaints subsided, just like spraying water on dried pearls and wiping them.

This is Polybor Passer, the head of the Brave School. Ellen, the son of an unnamed apostate, has undoubtedly successfully completed the entrance process to the warrior school, and has received the goddess’s mark without any problems.

A noble raised his fat finger high.

The father is an apostate, but the son was chosen. What kind of bullsh*t is that?

The other nobles also nodded. Because the fat nobleman’s point was logically flawed.

The dean opened his mouth again.

This is an unmistakable fact, and I swear before the Goddess that I have not been influenced by any manipulation or political interests. In addition, rumors that I am a sodomy who likes boys like Ellen are not true.

The nobility no longer put any doubts about the dean’s screams. Since she had sworn an oath in front of the goddess, she had no reason to risk all her title and property for a commoner boy unless she wanted to be treated as an apostate.

It is said that I was chosen by a goddess, I, the son of an apostate.

The son of an apostate and an unprecedented commoner-born warrior. Because the stigma-like adjectives that didn’t help me in life were my everything.

In order to win the great honor of being a hero, the children of high-nosed aristocratic families who wanted to put me down, including my honorable family and ancestors, thought of me as a stain and a bug in the school in the early days of the school for warriors.

When I took the top spot from the first test and really started to become a competitor of the ‘Hero’, it presented me with the extremes of cruelty, pathetic, and meanness.

Tania Ergenuke, the youngest daughter of the Ergenuke family, who is said to be the sword of the kingdom, was the most likely candidate for the hero.

El Porzesca, the new saint of the Church of Erantera, who couldn’t have looked down on the apostates.

Elish Charlotte, the first favorite disciple of the old master of the Great Magic Tower, the sorceress.

I didn’t know that it was only natural that I couldn’t get along with those three women.

Gee-ko, far-fetched, since I became a hero, at least the superficial attacks and demeanings have decreased, but the girls who followed me and took a place in the warriors’ expedition continued to treat me disapprovingly.

A feeling of alienation, humiliation, contempt.

Severe emotions that can be felt even if they do not have to be verbally expressed did not let go of me even after I graduated from the warrior school.

Can’t the hero directly appoint the members of the expedition?

There is no way that a commoner who is short on learning and doesn’t know what to do can make the right choice, so the saintess, the royal family, and the hemp tower will gather their knowledge and select the most optimal member.

I’m not sure, but I think I roughly said that.

I’m fine, you bastards. I came out and went home, and I was disciplined for insulting, and I was put on probation for about three days.

“… ….”

A long sigh.

The flow of deep breathing that brings me back to reality from the past.

On the day I was admitted to the warrior school, the handle of an old sword I got from the cheapest blacksmith in town rubs against my rough palm.

Whenever I stand in my regular sparring class, what is that beggarly sword? Looking like a beggar and using a sword like a beggar, you are truly a beggar! That said, it was a valuable sword that allowed my opponent to gain enlightenment.

A few times. After I defeated my opponent, until I drew a beggar scar on his forehead with the blade of my sword.

In fact, as long as the healing mage was always present, the scar on the forehead was not a problem. No matter how deep you dig it, it will heal in about three days. However, it seems that the sons of high-ranking nobles wandered the streets with “Beggars” Written on their heads for three days.

Of course, I was the only one who had to be disciplined and put on probation.

At that point, a professor who was a commoner like me once asked me.

Why do you go so far as to become a warrior?

I asked the professor.

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It’s hard to find an apostate, but do you know that it’s not because you want to?

Contrary to the meaning of the word, an apostate was not simply because he did not believe in the goddess.

Erantera goddess, just farming in the countryside? Aren’t those lies? Saying that doesn’t make you an apostate right away.

Just because someone who got drunk at a certain bar says, “Actually, I did something like that with the elder of Errantera Temple, and it was very good,” Doesn’t make me an apostate.

An apostate is someone who has committed a crime so heinous that more than half of all believers were sentenced to death, directly harmed the body of a saint or pope, equivalent to murder, or attempted to overthrow religion and the state on a grand scale. It must be applicable to the case, and even if it is applicable, it is a stigma that can only be taken through a public trial.

It would have been nice to say that it was practically non-existent punishment. If you want to find a list of apostates, you have to go back at least two hundred years to find the last apostate.

Nevertheless, my father became an apostate through the ‘Direct Appointment of the Goddess’.

In order to ask why, you need to be someone who can communicate directly with the goddess, but the only people who can do that are the saint, the pope, and the warrior.

You can’t become a saint because you’re born as a man, and being the son of an apostate is absurd, so the only thing left to do is become a hero, so he blindly crawled into a warrior’s academy, only to be chosen by a goddess.

She was chosen by the goddess and entered the warrior school. When she was nominated as a hero, she received an oracle from the goddess in the temple of Lantera.

The warriors of the past said that they got such an opportunity.

So, of course, there were times when I had such a soft anticipation that such an opportunity would be given to me as well.

Of course, it didn’t end that easily.

After I became a warrior, the goddess did not manifest as usual and bless me during the sacred warrior appointment ceremony.

Outright avoidance.

There was only one thing the goddess told me through the whole situation.

Destroy the demons and become a transcendent being yourself.

That’s why I keep this damn title.

So I decided to put up with it even if it seemed like a beggar. To see the goddess.

In order to know why his whole life was taken away.

And the process was more tolerable than I thought.

“… Ellen, are you sleeping?”