I Will Eventually Embark On The Path Of No Return Called A Hero

I Will Eventually Embark On The Path Of No Return Called A Hero - 22. God's Home Visit

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How long has it been since that child is gone?

Euryale sighed as she keeps her hand against her forehead.

Although her stupid younger sister has always used the excuse that humans will always disappear for a few days to prevaricate her, even if she always uses the same reason to fool her, but the subconscious trust makes her believe. This is absurd rhetoric, until...

"Yo~"

It seemed that the sloppy Hermes appeared in front of them.

"We don't have much to say."

Euryale didn't intend to pay any attention to this bullshit liar, but Hermes mentioned the name she cared about as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Yeah~ I'm just here to deliver some news about my child to Cyd's [mother]," Hermes yawned.

"Oh, Cyd has always been on this island, but just disappeared..." Euryale's expression began to freeze, "It's only been a few years."

"It looks like a certain. It was deliberately concealed," Hermes tilted his head playfully, looking towards a petite silhouette hiding behind a tree.

"That...Onee-sama..." As if noticing the embarrassing fact that she had been discovered, she cautiously exposed her head.

"Enough, stupid younger sister, you're cheating on me!" Euryale raised her voice.

"I'm sorry!"

"I'm just talking about it anyway," Hermes shrugged, "He got his immortal body from Styx River and learned the rest from half-centaur. After martial arts and hunting, he's now on a ship full of Greek heroes to Colchis to get the Golden Fleece."

"Sounds...he's going to be a great hero," Euryale looked towards the sky .

"That's right~ Maybe one day he will return to this island with the name of a hero," Hermes spread his hands, "What kind of expression should you use to face him at that time. "

"Heh, Medusa, I've already thought about your punishment," Euryale ignored Hermes and turned her head towards Medusa, who had been trembling.

"Go to Cyd."

"Huh?"

"Go to him," Euryale waved her hand, the black cloak slowly covering the on Medusa's body, "Then do whatever you want."

"But if I go," Medusa hesitated, clutching at the cloak.

She really doesn't know what her two elder sisters, who can't take care of themselves, will become if they leave her to little Cyd.

"You want to rebel against me again?" Euryale gave Medusa a faint glance.

"Yes!! I'm sorry! I'm leaving now!" Medusa shivered and ran away.

"Eh~ is it really okay? You managed to survive with that attitude and send her to a Hero Candidate again?" Hermes extended the hand and gestured towards Medusa, who almost tripped over a branch. Such a petite body.

"It's none of your business, god of bad taste," Euryale closed her eyes.

"Don't think everything will go as you wish."

"Cyd, that child will not be a hero."

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"Can't I do what I want!"

Cyd squeezed the wine glass and shrunk as much as possible to escape from the two beside him.

"Cheers to today's victory!"

Hercules put his arms around Cyd's shoulders very rudely, while holding up the wine barrel in his other hand, gulping down voraciously.

"Oh oh oh oh!"

"Tsk," Atalanta glared at him with a dissatisfied look of alcohol, and kept trying to move from the brawny man and then she moved towards Cyd and leaned on.

She would rather let Cyd take advantage of her than this brawny man who could turn towards her face and beat her at any time.

Although Cyd's expression doesn't look happy at all.

"Hey! This guy obviously didn't do anything, so why can he celebrate with us!" A hero who had been drinking a lot stood up and pointed at Cyd dissatisfied.

"That's why I didn't take part in the act of dividing the spoils," Cyd leaned on his chin and stared at the beating bonfire in front of him.

Snatch the wealth of the villagers and forced the women of the village and the rest will become new robbers. While driving away the robbers, but unfortunately they are heroes, even if they rob the wealth, they will only become the villagers' voluntary offering may it be treasures, even the women they rape and the violent villages will only become their voluntary sacrifices.

"Of course! Why didn't get wealth and women without doing anything!" The drunk hero staggered to Cyd, "But! I just don't feel good about you! Because you've divided our glory."

"Sorry, I wouldn't be proud of that," Cyd narrowed his eyes.

"Huh? Don't think you won a..."

"Sit back," Hercules put down the barrel in his hand.

"Do as Hercules says," Seeing Hercules' expression start to look bad, Jason stood up and patted the hero.

"Che," the hero who drank too much took a sip and sat back.

"I'm going to take a breather, I'm not qualified to sit here anyway," Cyd shrugged, patted Hercules' shoulders to keep him up, and walked to the other side of the boat without looking back.

Feeling the cool sea breeze blowing on his face, Cyd calmed down instead.

It's just one ship, but there are two different worlds, one side brightly lit, the heroes put their arms around each other's shoulders and brag to each other about how many bandits' heads they cut, how many beautiful women they got, how many treasures they got. And the other side is dark, the only bright thing is probably Cyd's white hair floating in the sea breeze.

"Is this... a hero?"

Violence, greed, lust, complacency...

"It's really a pity, but they really are heroes," Atalanta quietly appeared beside Cyd.

"I don't mean to question anything, because I am not a hero," Cyd yawned happily. "It's really reassuring."

"Why are you not a hero? No one was killed, they were all bandits," Atalanta curiously asked.

"I just think there are more important things to do than kill the bandits, and..." Cyd glanced at the white jade bracer on his left wrist, "One of them is more mad than the other, for fear that others will grab the same as them."

"After all, that is what they use to show off. Their powerful military exploits," Atalanta clenched her fist, after all she also used her bow and arrow into the heads of several bandits. Of course, she did not want to show off her exploits, but only because weak are prey to the strong.

"I don't want to show off my strength," Cyd laughed softly, squinting and enjoying the sea breeze away from the hustle and bustle.

"So you're going to heal those villagers?" Atalanta breathed a sigh of relief, "I have to say that your behavior is boring, in this world weak are prey to the strong."

When the bandits were almost cleaned up, when the heroes started to cut the ears of the bandits, she returned to the village because she was bored. At that time, she saw Cyd, who was thanked by several middle age persons holding hands.

It's not the same as the helpless gratitude facing Jason, it's the gratitude from the heart.

"I only saved a few children."

"I have to say that I think you did the right thing in this matter."