"By the way, straightforward expressions are somewhat boring, so I think we can change the narrative method. But before that, Artolis closes her eyes!"
Following Eurathes's instructions, Artoris closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, the scene where she looked had already happened.
Looking at the gradually clear scene in front of her, Artolis felt a little surprised: "This is... Baron's memory space?"
"That's right!" The figure of the goddess re-entered Atoris's field of vision. In this realm where only the two of them existed, Euratesius lowered her head and murmured.
"Nothing makes it easier to understand this experience than reading your mind, but I think it would be more interesting in this immersive way."
"So, is this how you squander God's power?"
"Atholis doesn't like this? Then I'm going to cancel it."
"No, no, no, that's it."
Although she felt ashamed of the goddess's style, Artolis did not want to deny her point of view. After all, this way of narration did make it more immersive, and it also made the presentation of the story more intuitive.
"Shh~ they're coming!"
"Who are you talking about?"
Just when Artolis was stunned...
"Baron Bokar, does he know what he's talking about!?"
The familiar name came from her ears, drawing her attention back. The scene in front of her gradually changed to an Adventurer's Tavern with ambiguous orange lights flashing.
Artoris followed the direction of the sound and saw four adventurers with extraordinary temperament pushing open the door of the tavern with unresolved disputes and walking to a square table to sit around. on the chair.
The leader was an elf girl with short emerald hair carrying a war bow on her back, who was the person who had just raised the question angrily. To her left and right were a handsome man wearing a magician's robe, and a mighty warrior wearing armor and carrying a heavy sword.
Opposite her sat a priest girl dressed as a priest, with a pretty appearance and a petite figure. Facing the elf girl's questioning, her body trembled while holding the magic wand. Although she knew that she was not paying attention, she still wanted to defend the man.
"I think Barong... must have his own plans..."
"Belia, stop speaking for that guy. This is the only thing I will never agree with!"
"What are they arguing about?"
Artoris didn't understand, and just when she was thinking this, the fifth person appeared on the scene, adding to her doubts.
"With the current situation, in my opinion, the only option is to retreat. Shirofen, you should understand the gap between the Demon King and us. "
The fifth person on the stage was a tall man wearing steel armor. With his brown hair and upright face, Artolis could not mistake him for it. That guy was undoubtedly Barong! It's just that she doesn't know which memory this is. At least the role he plays here is obviously different from Atoris's previous understanding.
"Keep reading." Yurates looked at the characters on the stage with interest, and then chose to interrupt Artolis's thoughts.
"So, is this your enlightenment?" His eyes moved up from Baron's approaching steps and looked directly into his eyes. The magician man shook his head slightly disappointedly.
"As a sage in the team, I have to admit that your rationality is far better than mine. Before this, I have doubted more than once what the reason was for you to invite me to join the army."
"The team needs a think tank. After all, I can't guarantee that I can protect you all the time." This was Barong's answer.
"That's not what I meant when I said this." The magician said, lowering the brim of his hat.
"Inhumane, this is what Hamt wants to express." The armor-clad warrior took over the magician's words: "Don't look at me, who is usually tall and thick, even I can clearly see the look in your eyes. reluctantly."
"I still have some energy left..."
"No, you didn't!" Sirofen slapped his palm on the table and stared at the other person with tearful eyes.
"Then please tell me, in your opinion, what did Zesia's sacrifice gain?"
"She doesn't have to block the attack of Karma Demon Scythe for me." After hearing what he said, Barong shook his head: "With my body, I could have resisted it at that time."
"..."
The atmosphere fell into a silence that was completely opposite to the enthusiasm of the tavern, but the boy didn't seem to understand where he was wrong.
"To be honest, we thought you would fall into a long period of depression after that, but the result was that you mustered up your energy and got back on your feet the next day." Here the magician showed a wry smile.
"You are stronger than any of us. Your strength is worthy of the name of a brave man, but maybe that's because your heart is not here."
"Your will is bound to the mission, and you have never regarded us as true partners, just as tools to achieve your goals. That's why you always exclude everyone and choose to be alone no matter what difficulties you encounter. bear."
"Ron, that's not the case, I just..."
"You don't want everyone to get hurt, right? Then you should understand the reason for the failure, right?"
Artoris saw that Baron fell silent in a rare or even unprecedented manner when faced with the elf girl's questioning, and she could basically guess the reason.
Just like what Elena said, in their opinion, Baron is too good. Being his partner may indeed be reassuring, but the same kind of meticulous care is tantamount to killing their ability to grow. Chance.
"Brave..." Artolis never wanted to associate this identity with Baron, and she never thought that there would be such a past event.
"It should be said that he was once a brave man." Euratesius thought, with a bit of surprise in her eyes: "And more than that, as a reincarnation, he has a past of three lives, which explains the one hundred and seventeen years he wandered here. fifteen years."
"Three generations!?"
Hearing what the goddess said, Artoris couldn't help but recall the doomsday scene she saw when she entered Baron's trial.
It seems that it may not be an illusion. Barong must know something about that scene.
"Yes." Yuratmes nodded thoughtfully, "What we are seeing now may be his first life experience."
"You are too tired..."
The man always remembers that it was the last straw that broke his back as a young boy.
Indeed, what they said was correct. Ever since he came to this world, he had been given the status of a brave man. The trial required him to defeat the Demon King, so he followed the heroes in the legends of bravery in his memory as examples and embarked on a path with a mission.
Almost all of his experiences along the way were within his expectations, from small redemptions to large relief, the joining of new partners, and the exploration of new areas. Everything went so smoothly.
As a foreigner, his thinking makes him different from those new brave men who are ignorant of the world. He needs a long experience to promote his growth. From the beginning, he has stood at the pinnacle of reason.
But unexpectedly, the Demon King did not wait for their arrival at the final level, but chose to be more aggressive and attack halfway, catching them off guard.
The world entered the countdown to collapse early, and the Demon King's surprise attack finally came to an end at the expense of a comrade on the brave side.
It's just that the Demon King didn't intend to give them a chance to repair, and chose to gather troops at this moment for a massive invasion.
So after careful consideration, he put forward the extreme strategy of "sacrifice ten cities and save one" regardless of the opinions of his companions.
But on top of that, someone needs to be able to hold back the Demon King's army at the front line for a while, and that person is undoubtedly Baron himself, who has the status of a hero.
Baron knew that many people who failed to evacuate in time would become victims because of this decision. He also guessed that his companions would have disputes with him because of this, but he never thought that what these people in front of him were denying was not this. plan, but have excessive worries about him.
"Nevertheless, we have nothing else to do..."
Until the very end, he wanted to implement his rationality, but his words were interrupted by a small voice at this moment.
"Barong...don't...quarrel..."
Feeling the warmth coming from the thenar bone of his left hand, the young man lowered his head and looked at the uneasy girl holding his hand. A look of relief appeared on his lips, and then he knelt down and stretched out his hand to rub the little guy's head.
"Originally, I shouldn't have wasted too much time on trivial matters. If I had omitted those unimportant daily routines, maybe Zecia would not have sacrificed then, and we wouldn't be as helpless as we are now."
"No... Barong is not wrong... he is not wrong in daily life..."
Belia bit her lip, her cry accompanied by the choked sobs of the crowd. She looked into the boy's eyes and mustered up the courage to shake her head vigorously.
"We...will win...right...!"
"Well, it will definitely happen."
