I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

"Gauntlets made of dragon scales and nerves plus divine iron," Hephaestus tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair.

"I don't need defense... oh oh oh oh!" Just as Sidga twisted her wrist, the black scales rhythmically moved as if alive, and the black light flowed between the scales. Under Jia's excited eyes, the black light completely overflowed into a translucent dragon claw.

"The dragon's nerves will synchronize with your mind. This weapon is like your organ. If you need a weapon, it will become a weapon. If you need a shield, it will become a shield," Hephaestus said. The cloak on Rashidika's shoulders, "You have to discover the abilities of this guy yourself."

"It's amazing!" Sidika waved her right hand, which had become a dragon claw, with eyes full of stars, "Is there any more!"

Now he is beginning to look forward to what the strongest blacksmith will make with other parts of the dragon!

"No," Hephaestus snapped his nails, "because it's so big and it's starting to stink, so I've thrown it into the lava and burned it."

"Eh?" Siddija's expression froze, "Dragon tooth or something..."

"You can fish for the magma, maybe there are some leftovers," Hephaestus pointed to the still bubbling magma, "but it's probably useless."

Siddija wanted to vomit blood a little, but thought that without Hephaestus, he couldn't even get the gauntlet, so he still had to be content.

"If you want dragon teeth so much, I can give you a bunch of them," Hephaestus said, a little puzzled.

"Yeah~ I just think it's a bit of a waste," Siddija patted her forehead.

"That kind of... huh?" Hephaestus narrowed his eyes, showing a serious expression that Siddija had never seen before, "Who made you what's around your neck?"

"This?" Sidika touched the lion's tooth necklace on her neck, which had been under her clothes before, but it seemed to be exposed when she was helping Hephaestus just now.

"A prop that a friend made for me is said to be a necklace that can pray for victory."

"Hmph, it's just a little magic trick to make you lucky," Hephaestus moved his right leg to his left, and then put his hands around his chest, "If you really want to guide The props of your victory, I will help you create a bunch of them in minutes."

"Well~ after all, it's someone's kindness," Sidika stuffed the necklace back into her clothes, always feeling that Hephaestus hated the Medea necklace around his neck.

"Good intentions...?" Hephaestus said meaningfully, "Do you understand ancient writing?"

"Not at all."

"No wonder you accepted this necklace so easily," Hephaestus sighed, "Did you not notice the writing on those animal teeth?"

"Isn't that a pattern?" Siddija touched her chin, then looked at Medusa, "It doesn't look like words when it's crooked, what do you think?"

"I don't know," Medusa said that she was not very literate.

"Don't worry, Lord Hephaestus, the curse of that girl with the blessing of Lord Apollo is useless to me. I have tried the medicine she gave me before," Sidika shrugged indifferently. Shrug your shoulders.

"Curse? Who knows~ But you have to remember, Hidega, that God may be incompetent in the eyes of mortals, but there are things we can't do," Hephaestus pointed to his legs. , "Apollo's blessing will make any curse unable to affect you, but some things cannot be dispelled."

Siddigar swallowed.

"But it's up to you to find out for yourself."

"why is it like this!"

In the end, Hephaestus did not help Sidgar to interpret the text engraved by Medea after a long time of rubbing and soaking. The helpless Sidgar had to continue the journey of trial.

Hephaestus, who was sitting in a wheelchair, slowly closed his eyes.

"[A fiery love to my hero]?"

Hephaestus shook his head.

"He doesn't belong to you, innocent little girl."

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"Speaking of which..." Medusa pointed to the back of Sidika's right hand. There was a row of small words on the black scales. "This is very similar to the ancient writing inscribed by Medea."

"It's just not the same at the end."

PS I'm spying on the screen ('◇'')

Chapter 52 Pure White Hope

What kind of existence is the self?

Is it good or evil?

Are you evaluating yourself or someone else?

For Hidiga, he cannot be called good, and every action of his is for himself, not because of his noble soul.

But the existence named Sidika became famous in Greece as a pure white hero, slaying the demon pig, slaying the demon dragon, helping Jason to obtain the golden fleece, the blessing of the gods, and under the help of some people, Siddi Ga's fame surpassed that of Hercules for a time.

[Hedika] is undoubtedly good and noble, because he has done things that mortals can't do without asking for anything in return.

When I landed on the island that is said to be inhabited by Demeter, Sidgar happened to bump into the bandits attacking the village, and while lamenting that the bandits and I were really destined, Sidika took action to subdue the bandits.

To put it simply, as soon as the gauntlet swung to the side, the earth torn by the pitch-black dragon claws made the bandits kneel and surrender.

Then the villagers cheered, as if they had long known Siddija, who was on the island for the first time.

The villagers shouted the pure white hero to lead Sidika into the village. The girls held the fruit and handed it to Sidika. As if hinting, when Sidika took the fruit, she gently crossed her fingers. the back of the hand.

And Medusa seems to be regarded as the entourage of Hidega...

Looking at the expectant eyes around him, Siddija understands why the pure white hero is so exaggerated.

People are weak, and there are always things in this world that they cannot solve no matter what, so they need hope and an existence that can solve their troubles.

It is precisely because of this that people worship the gods, because they are omnipotent, and the troubles of mortals are just a snap of their fingers in their eyes, but the gods are too moody, and they solve their troubles. The disasters they solve are often made by themselves, so there are heroes.