Flillian, I want to live.

Based on the information provided by Kraft, Flillian roughly calculated what happened last night.

After she and Guter left, a strong man met Fearon and Hugh Tark and took the two away this morning.

"Well, judging from the direction of the footprints..."

Kraft placed his hand on his forehead and looked in the direction of the footprints.

"It's the Land of Swords."

Philen and Kraft said the answers in their hearts in unison.

"The Land of Swords, it really is a place that makes me miss it."

Kraft put his hands on his waist and said with emotion.

"Indeed, ah, come to think of it, I agreed with the village head lady to come back in half a century, but eighty years have already passed in a flash..."

Suddenly remembering that she was late again, Fulilian showed a slightly embarrassed expression =w=.

"You know, Fleuryen, if you're late long enough, no one will remember you're late."

Kraft spoke to Fulilian in the tone of someone who had experienced it.

Chapter 109: The False Hero

"Speaking of which, it's really a headache, Lady Fulilian. We clearly promised to come back in half a century, but even I, who am kind and gentle, can't help but lose my temper."

In the Sword Village, a village hidden deep in the mountains and unknown to the world, the 49th village chief was trying to stand on tiptoe and put her chubby face in front of the silver-haired elf who was visiting the village.

"Even if you tell me that..."

The elf girl named Doris looked helplessly at the village chief's daughter, who looked like a young girl, and then spread out her hands.

"But I'm not Fulilian."

"Eh?"

The village chief blinked her big eyes, then turned to look at the few people who entered the Sword Village with Doris.

"Then who are you?"

This time, the village head lady's attitude seemed not as friendly as before.

"We are here to search for the Sword of the Brave on the orders of the Bishop."

In the living room of the village chief's house, Erica took out the letter of introduction she got from the bishop and handed it to the young village chief.

"Um..."

The village chief took the letter from Erica, opened it, pointed at the words on it with some difficulty, and began to read it hard.

"Ah... Speaking of which, what exactly is the Sword of the Brave, Miss Gutter?"

While Erica was negotiating with the village chief, Monica, who was sitting aside like an outsider, put her hand to her mouth and asked Gutel beside her in a low voice.

Compared to the two companions in the team, Guter, who was traveling with the team because he fell off a cliff the day before yesterday, became the person Monica thought was the easiest to deal with.

"Don't you know yet? Aren't you the hero chosen by the goddess?"

Guter turned his head and looked at Monica who was avoiding his gaze, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh, sorry, I-I just..."

Monica, feeling rebuked, shuddered and began to speak incoherently.

"Ah, la la, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. After all, since the Demon King, cough, I mean, the Demon King, was defeated by the Hero Sinmeier many years ago, not many people still know the legend of the Sword Village."

Gutel, who almost blurted out the honorific "Your Majesty the Demon King", coughed lightly and comforted Monica, who bowed her head and admitted her guilt like a child who had made a mistake.

"The legend of the Sword Country?"

Monica raised her head carefully and asked Gutel in a humble tone.

"The so-called Sword Village is a village where the sword of the brave has been guarded for generations. According to legend, not far from this village lies a sacred area that has existed since the creation of the world by the goddess. Within this sacred area, on a stone platform, lies the brave sword, said to have been bestowed by the goddess herself and capable of saving the world. Throughout human history, countless famous heroes have come here, attempting to pull the sword from the stone, but without exception, they have failed... for legend has it that only a brave man who can overcome a catastrophe powerful enough to destroy the world can pull out the brave sword."

Gutel closed his eyes and slowly told Monica the legend of the Land of Swords.

Actually, this story itself was heard thirty years ago by Guter and the elderly Sinmer during a short trip.

Even though thirty years have passed, when Guter recalls the memory, it is still as clear as yesterday.

That day, Xinmeier and she entered a human town together, and during the inspection before entering the city, Xinmeier was recognized by the local lord who happened to be patrolling the defense.

"Ah, I understand. The person who pulled out that sword eighty years ago was the brave Lord Sinmel!"

Monica's excited speech after sudden enlightenment interrupted Guter's recollection of the past.

"...Yes, that's right. This story is actually quite famous. Haven't you heard of it?"

Guter was silent for a moment, then nodded and replied.

"Ah... I, I'm not very good at history..."

Hearing Guter's question, Monica lowered her head and became depressed again as if she was hit.

He is completely opposite to Xin Meier.

Guter looked at the dejected Monica and found it hard to imagine how she could become a brave man like Xinmeier.

After all, in Gutel's memory, even in his old age, Xinmeier still remained optimistic and confident, like the sun that could dispel the haze in other people's hearts.

Monica, on the other hand, seems to need someone else to be the little sun that illuminates her dark world.

"The Bishop said in his letter that he wants me to take you to the Sanctuary and take the Sword of the Brave that belongs to the brave."

On the other side, the village chief also finished reading the letter given to her by Erica.

"Yes."

Erica nodded to the village chief. This was exactly why they had braved the snowstorm to come to this land of swords where few outsiders would set foot.

"You and the Bishop, didn't you make a mistake? The Brave Sword is no longer here. If I remember correctly, it was buried with its owner, Lord Xinmeier, in the southern capital."

The village chief returned the letter to Erica and spoke to her in a troubled tone.

"I understand your desire to cover up for the brave hero Sinmeier. Regardless, he is indeed the hero who defeated the Demon King and ended the crisis for humanity."

Erica took the letter returned by the village headmistress. The other party's current reaction was also within her expectations.

If it were an ordinary adventurer with a keen eye for trouble, he might have been dissuaded by the village chief's words.

But Erica had already learned the truth from the bishop in advance.

"Miss Village Chief, you haven't forgotten why the residents of the Sword Country have stayed in this bitter cold place for generations, right?"

Even if the village chief's daughter is unwilling, Erica has a reason that she cannot refuse.

"Of course, I will guard the Sword of the Brave until I find the master who pulled it out."

The village head girl closed her eyes and told the mission that her grandmother had repeatedly told her before she died.

"Since the brave Sinmeier was unable to pull out the sword, you should let someone who is qualified to obtain it try, right?"

Erica stared into the eyes of the village head girl and revealed a truth that would cause big news in the outside world.

"Eh!? Erica-chan, what did you say?"

Monica stood up from the ground and looked at Erica with wide eyes who made the outrageous remarks.

"She's right."

However, the one who rescued Erica was the village chief who knew the secret of the Brave Sword best.

"My grandmother once told me that eighty years ago, when Xinmeier and his companions arrived at the Land of Swords, Lord Xinmeier, who was taken to the Sanctuary by my grandmother, did not draw the Sword of the Brave."

Chapter 110: Mr. Brave Man, You Don’t Want to Be Discovered to Be With the Demons, Do You?

Two years before Sinmer's death, the human fortress city of Hanover.

"Drive~"

In the bumpy carriage, Guter was looking at the bald old man holding a sword that was not in line with his body size.

Looking at his shrunk appearance now, no one would think of him as the legendary hero Sinmel who defeated the devil and saved the world.

However, if you are misled by his current appearance and mistakenly think that this dying old man is weak, you are totally wrong.

After all, Gutel had seen with his own eyes that the old man chopped the powerful monster that attacked the village into small pieces as if it were melons and vegetables.

He's obviously just a stinky old man who's about to be buried.

Guter reached out and tentatively touched Xinmei's barren head.

It's smooth and feels surprisingly good.

Guter raised his eyebrows in surprise.

During the days of traveling with Xinmei, Guter had been secretly observing each other.

Where does this unreasonable and powerful force of the other party come from?

This is one of the questions that has always troubled Guter.

Maybe it's because...

Guter lowered his head and looked at the sword that Xinmeier always carried with him.

The sword of the brave.

Legend has it that the goddess bestowed upon him a divine weapon to save the world. Throughout history, no one had ever been able to draw this sword until the brave Sinmer arrived at the Land of Swords, which guarded the brave sword.

This is a legend that has been circulating on this continent for a long time, and Gutel has certainly heard of it.

Perhaps it is because of this sword that Sinmeier has the power to kill the Demon King.

Guter thought to himself.

Bang~

The carriage suddenly stopped.

And Xin Meir slowly opened his eyes from his sleep because of the noise in the carriage.

"Are we there yet?"

Xin Meir reached out and touched his head which had just been touched by Gutel for a long time, and asked in a daze.

"I don't know. Judging from the situation, they haven't entered the city yet."

Gutel shook her head, stood up, and leaned over the awning covering the carriage from the rear to look out.

A long line of carriages stretched from the city gate a thousand meters away all the way here. Merchants and adventurers alike had to wait at a slow pace for the team to advance bit by bit.

"They're probably checking. It looks like there's another troublesome monster nearby. Just wait a little longer."

Compared to the somewhat curious Guter, Xinmeier seemed very calm. He looked up at the tarpaulin on the roof and spoke slowly.

"Well, isn't that bad for me?"

After hearing Xinmei's explanation, Gutel blinked and pointed to his head covered by a sun hat.

"what……"

Xin Meir, who suddenly remembered Gutel's identity as a demon, showed a belated expression on his face.

No matter what, if the guards found out that he was traveling with the demons, it would be big news that would shock the entire country and even the entire continent.

"You guys, are you really suffering from Alzheimer's disease?"

Looking at the silly Xin Meir, Guter couldn't help but complain.

"In short, it's not okay to just check like this."

Xin Meir stood up with the sword of the brave in his arms. He walked to Guter's side and sneakily poked his head out from behind the tarpaulin. After discovering that the carriage was still far away from the checkpoint outside the city gate, he grabbed Guter's hand and jumped out from the back of the carriage without saying a word.

"Huh? This is..."

Guter was a little nervous for a moment because he didn't expect Xinmeier to be so decisive.

"Let's go to the woods over there and rest for a while. Then we can find a way to sneak into the city at night~"

Xinmeier put his sword behind his back and told Gutel about his plan.

"Well, it's not impossible."