This World Needs a Hero

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[Translator – Night]

[Proofreader – Gun]

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“You.”

After a moment of silence, Larze slowly opened his mouth.

“Do I seem ridiculous to you? Can I be deceived by such absurd lies? No one has been able to access the records of Rosalyn for hundreds of years.”

But rather than doubt, the meaning behind those words sounded more like a lament for something that was longed for.

A fear of being lied to, due to excessive desire.

The hero could read it.

“If you’re offering such absurd conditions just to avoid an immediate crisis, you’ll regret it. Your role in this world is not important to me.”

“You’re making the words ‘looking forward to it’ sound threatening.”

He knew a way to extinguish that doubt in an instant.

“Cast Memorize.”

“Hooo…”

“I will prove that my words are not false.”

Memorize.

A magic that preserves the memories of the target in a certain form, allowing a third party to access them.

It was a high-level magic that even most wizards found difficult to implement, but it posed no problem for Larze.

“…Just be deceived for now.”

Larze put her hand into her pocket.

What came out with her fingertips was a very worn and shabby pendant that didn’t suit Larze.

Soon, a bright white light poured over it, and the hero instantly filled the pendant with the ‘Memories of the First Era Part I’ that he had seen.

Pa-a-a-at-

As soon as the magic was implemented, Larze immediately connected to the memories without saying a word.

Her body stood upright, motionless as if asleep.

‘What will it be like….’

The hero’s sunken eyes looked at Larze.

Now she would see overwhelming views of the cityscape from the First Era, the disputes between the Master of Magic tower and ‘Zero’ about the ‘Gate,’ and Zero vowing to find ‘him.’

…He couldn’t be sure how Larze would react.

In the worst case scenario, this memory might not be of much value to her, considering she had been exploring the Demonic realm for a long time.

Squeak-

Suddenly, the hero’s hand holding the Black Hope tightened.

His gaze shifted between Larze, who was peacefully closing her eyes, and the Black Hope.

This might be the only chance to take advantage of the powerful wizard’s vulnerability.

‘If I made a surprise attack….’

He could easily eliminate the threat.

“……”

But as Ted had done previously, Larze could be a tremendous force for humanity if used well.

Above all, he couldn’t be sure if she was really defenseless.

Should he eliminate the threat when the opportunity arises, or take the risk and aim for a return?

Larze’s closed eyelids slowly opened at that moment.

‘Hoo….’

The hero, confirming her expression, finally released the tension in the hand that held the sword.

And he was grateful for his caution.

“…Sigh.”

Larze was savoring the aftermath of delicious food, her lips slightly curled.

A moment of urgency and poignant emotion passed over her.

“This is really, how should I put it.”

Her hand rested on her chest.

It was a gesture as if she was trying to confirm her own heartbeat.

The heat flower bloomed on her pale cheek.

Now, it was time for appreciation.

The red eyes turned towards the hero.

“Memories, there’s more, right?”

“I want to hear if my conditions for the deal are suitable before you tell me that.”

“Doppelganger, you have a mischievous personality. Do you want to know how this memory was?”

Larze expressed her appreciation with a calm and respectful tone.

It was quite different from her ecstatic appearance earlier.

“Like a deaf man hearing sound for the first time, a blind man feeling light for the first time. I would have been happier if those moments of wonder weren’t so brief.”

If she wanted to secure a favorable position in the deal, she might have said it was nothing, even if it was a lie.

But the excitement and satisfaction burning inside Larze were too immense to be concealed by a spontaneous lie.

The hero added more pressure.

“Yes, I have one more memory. And I will be able to secure more in the future.”

It was the truth.

He had already unlocked the First Era Part II by defeating Enoch.

He just hadn’t read it yet.

As he raised the progress, he would eventually obtain the next parts as well.

“I see. Fine.”

Larze nodded satisfactorily after hearing the hero’s explanation.

She seemed eager to confirm the deal as soon as possible.

“Okay, I’ll keep your secret for now, just as I’ve been doing, and cooperate with humanity.”

“What about assistance for me?”

“That needs negotiation. I can’t provide my power to you limitlessly.”

“So, it sounds like you’re agreeing to the deal.”

Larze smiled widely as if there was nothing more to discuss.

“One time cooperation for one memory. Shall we settle it like this?”

There was no reason to refuse.

After all, Zero’s memories naturally came to him as he grew.

If he could get assistance by providing them, it was a good deal in the current crisis.

The hero shook hands with Larze, who extended her hand as if to say there was nothing more to discuss.

“Then, first, I’ll ask for your cooperation in exchange for the memory I just showed you. There’s a place we need to go right away.”

But Larze was not easy going.

“That was to keep your secret and cooperate with humanity, as the price for that.”

The hero could only force a bitter smile.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have time for negotiations right now.

“Fine. Then I’ll share one more memory as payment for your cooperation. Follow me.”

“Where to?”

“A factory.”

Larze didn’t ask anything further.

She just nodded her head.

The hero stared at her silently for a moment.

‘… A double-edged sword.’

The barrier stone had been broken, but he gained a wizard much more powerful than that.

Of course, the benefits, potential threats, and future plans must be carefully reviewed.

But now was not the time for that.

Thud-

They were in a hurry.

After reaching the forest where the factory was located, they needed to observe the enemies and carefully plan the attack.

“Follow me.”

The hero turned his back to Larze and headed towards the entrance of the hideout.

However, she seemed to be stuck in place, not moving.

“What are you doing?”

“What about you?”

“Hurry up and get to the destination…”

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Larze had a somewhat displeased expression.

For some time now, she had been holding a pure white cane in her hand.

Unlike his sword, which was covered in demon blood and turned black, her pure white staff seemed to be free from any worldly dirt.

Zzzzz-

As Larze swung the ‘White Despair’ vertically, a large slit appeared in the space at the same time.

It felt as if an invisible sharp claw had brushed past.

A slowly widening gap.

Larze, backlit by the intense light pouring through the opening, spoke.

“I hate riding. I hate walking even more.”

…Teleportation.

The hero recalled Larze’s nickname.

The only Second Era wizard who inherited the magic of the First Era.

Thus, she was called a ‘miracle’ in the mortal world.

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Understanding of Larze Gion deepens:

Understanding Level: 0/100 -> 3/100

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Meanwhile, at Rosenstark.

The 3rd and 4th reinforcements were handled by specially invited members of the Dawn Knights, Noubelmag and Felson Dietrich.

Even when it was revealed that the contents were about the ‘unarmed combat’ and ‘combat techniques’ personally created by the two, other students lost even the will to envy them.

-Wow, the crazy affection for ‘The Perfect’ in his alma mater.

└ My father-in-law does have a lot of influence.

└ Father-in-law!

└?

└ Crazy bitches.

-Noubelmag made weapons for freshmen? Didn’t he usually reject requests from even ordinary heroes?

└ It’s because the kids’ skills have been proven. We took the midterms together. To be honest, there was a big difference.

└ Maybe it’s because of the hero’s request. Why are you so reverent? Stop riding lmao.

└ Idiots.

-Oh, is Noubelmag’s weapon really that great?

└ There’s a story that when Noubelmag’s weapon reaches the end of its lifespan, the previous owner comes to greet it. I really like that story.

└ What the *** are you trying to say even? What story?

-During the semester,, is it okay for,, the responsible professor to be,, absent from the seat,, so often,, questioning the professor’s qualifications.

└ Are you that student?

└ They’re at it again….

Anyway, today was the long-awaited third reinforcement day.

Ban stretched and yawned as he headed towards the training grounds.

He didn’t sleep well last night.

It’s not something to brag about, but after facing Enoch in battle, his mailbox was filled with numerous letters.

Ignoring the sincerity of those people and not replying was more challenging than facing the Commander of the Demon Legion.

‘I’ll have to write replies in my spare time.’

By the way, among them were some letters with eerie contents.

Like the one he’s holding now.

I want to test your mental magic resistance. Please drop by when you have time.

-Beatrice Monroé, Freshman of the School of Mystics.

“Wow, another letter? Who is it this time?”

Gerald, who was approaching with envy-filled eyes, stopped in his tracks.

It was because of the sender’s name written on the envelope.

Gerald’s eyes widened to about twice their normal size.

“Um… Beatrice Monroé.”

“Do you know her?”

“Well, it’s more surprising if you don’t know her. She’s the top student in the School of Mystics.”

Karen, who appeared out of nowhere, interjected abruptly.

“Oh, I know her too. She studied abroad in our territory when she was really young.”

Karen’s hometown was Lindel, located near Dasurim, the only place in the Empire that traded extensively with the fairy race.

She continued her explanation.

“She’s incredibly beautiful, you can guess that just from the fact that Gerald knows her name. Isn’t that amazing, Ban?”

“It’s not a letter for that purpose.”

“Hmm, is this the power of popularity? I think he looks handsome.”

Gerald grumbled.

“Hey, didn’t you decide on the route with Luke?”

“Heh, he’s too stubborn, it’s not fun. Besides, he’s been acting a bit strange lately.”

“What about me, then?”

Since there was a moment of silence, Ban felt the need to change the subject quickly.

“Anyway, have you guys finished your assignments?”

“Uh… we barely finished yesterday.”

Gerald sighed deeply and shook his head.

“Still, it’s fortunate that you finished before your fathers’ reinforcement. Everyone else is making progress in combat techniques, but if I were the only one lagging behind, it would have been a disaster.”

Ban hesitated for a moment and asked.

“What about Luke?”

“I think he hasn’t finished yet. I’m kind of scared to talk to him. You’re close to him. Why don’t you ask directly?”

“….”

Ban sighed with concern.

Luke began to avoid them when the number of people who succeeded in the task exceeded half.

He didn’t even allow Evergreen to approach.

It would have been nice for him to be helpful, just like Luke helped him (even though he received a large amount of gold coins).

However, Luke’s thoughts seemed to be different.

Looking at Luke, who was carrying a flask and potion, his eyes were getting darker, Ban wished he could help in some way.

He was well aware of Luke’s pride, so it was difficult to approach him recklessly.

“…He’ll manage.”

Gerald also nodded.

“Oh, I didn’t expect Luke to struggle like this. Leciel, who stained the potion black on her second attempt, is admirable.”

While Gerald had started his unexpected worship, they had already arrived at the training ground where Noubelmag was waiting.

Gradually, the number of words decreased, and the children’s eyes began to sparkle.

‘Noubelmag’s Unarmed Combat!’

Expectations had already reached their maximum a long time ago due to the students making such a fuss not only from the Finement classmates but also from the Connector.

Some parents even contacted each other, saying they should keep it as an heirloom.

‘Is that it!?’

The armors that the children had longed to see so much were piled up like mountains on the floor of the training ground.

As soon as they entered the entrance, they focused their mana on their eyes.

Soon, to catch a glimpse of the masterpiece that would become their future weapons.

…Heavy sighs echoed right after that.

“…What is this crap?”

Gerald’s complaint, representing everyone’s feelings, reached Noubelmag’s ears on the wind.

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