Running Away From The Hero! (Remake)

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Evade the Hero CH 260 TL

#9 Their Situation: The Situation of a Man Once Called the Mercenary King

“King? Me?”

I nodded, observing the woman’s evident confusion.

“The one who brings the necklace will becthe Mercenary King. That’s the rule.”

“Command? But from whom?”

Her momentarily dazed eyes began to focus again.

“No way…!”

“That’s right, no way.”

Getting the necklace meant being tied to that wicked professor.

Even if that person was an incredibly evil villain who could ruin lives at will, they wouldn’t send someone unrelated.

…probably.

“What is your relationship with the person who gave it to you?”

“With that person…”

The woman’s face, as she glanced at the sky for a moment, held various emotions.

“I think you know.”

While others might not, I could understand.

I would have a similar expression if asked such a question.

Respect for the pure ability, anger when I remembered the tortures I endured to learn this skill.

Sadness at meeting this person again, hope at the chance to distance myself from him.

All these emotions played out on her face.

“You’re his student, right?”

“Yes, I’m his student.”

After thinking it over, the woman nodded in agreement.

“How much have you learned?”

“About two years of learning different things.”

I nodded at the woman, who sighed again as she looked at the sky.

“That seems to be expected. I’m her student too, about a year’s worth of learning.”

“You’re lucky you left quickly.”

“I am. Incredibly lucky.”

How much effort did we put into escaping that hell?

Normally one spends over four years at the crossroads of life and death, undergoing training. We cut it down to one year.

It was an amazing accomplishment credited to talent.

Effort. It was the result of sacrificing everything.

That’s how we escaped from the grasp of our instructor, that devil known as ‘Guardian.’

Although I heard later that it didn’t last long.

Because we becofficial members within a year, the professor gained three years to accomplish tasks that the organization couldn’t ignore due to lack of manpower.

This led the Professor to infiltrate the royal palace and build up an impressive resume.

However, attempts to return to the organization were thwarted by threats of betrayal and ongoing continental wars.

Thus, the organization was forced to postpone all plans.

As a result, the Professor remained within the Empire to gather vital information and earn even greater recognition.

They pledged never to take on missions as the Professor again after enduring so much in the Empire.

From now on, they would prepare the following students not to graduate early.

Just hearing about it sent shivers down my spine.

They were essentially extending the training by three years.

If it had been me, I’d have gone crazy.

And to think we grew up under the tutelage of Bat, who constantly pushed us to our limits.

“You’ve been through a great deal.”

“Yes…”

Although she was about a year behind me, this girl was one of the professor’s last students.

Given the professor’s nature, they must have done a lot of research with each new generation.

Research, implementation, then more research.

This led to perfecting techniques for torture and lethal methods without causing death, which were then passed down.

However, what truly mattered was,

“You will face even greater challenges ahead.”

“Yes, I will.”

It wasn’t just about the past; it was ongoing.

“Letclarify, the person once known as the Mercenary King is me.”

“Understood.”

“Due to past circumstances, I left the organization and eventually beca mercenary.”

“I see.”

“But after training under that Professor, there is no way I could be ordinary, right? Eventually, the whispers in the neighborhood about the Mercenary King turned from a nicknto a title.”

“Isn’t that expected for the professor’s students?”

“True. Not during my tas a mercenary, but a little earlier, even the rookies I met back then ended up that way.”

I had met a former rookie who had risen to becthe head of a villainous organization from our days in Magic Origins, where survival meant wielding a sword.

How happy we were to meet.

So happy that we couldn’t help but clash swords at every opportunity.

But in the end, I emerged victorious.

Thanks to that, I learned a lot from my juniors.

Most of the thoughts I had before, I heard from those juniors.

“Yet, it’s a title I earned through hard-earned efforts. Well, it was a neighborhood nickname, so I had to throw a few punches whenever I gathered mercenaries.

It was a title limited to my kingdom and the neighboring realms, so whenever new mercenaries gathered, there were many who laughed at the nickn“Mercenary King”.

Usually, I would have disregarded them, but the professor aimed for full control over the mercenaries.

For that, I had to give the new recruits a good beating.

“It’s not difficult, but it’s quite annoying.”

“Yes.”

“And it’s something we’ll have to keep doing in the future.”

The one who had been lost in thought for a moment nodded his head.

“Shall we fight?”

“We must.”

Even if there is an employer who pays well, mercenaries don’t leave their fate in the hands of others, especially in matters where a single judgment can determine life or death.

In a situation where we have to fight against absurdly strong enemies, would any mercenary really listen to the sudden orders of a woman?

“Of course, I’ll lose in the end, but I still have to show sskill. When I’m the professor’s disciple, I won’t be weak.”

So I can do it, right?

With that look in his eyes, he actually smiled bitterly.

“You don’t have to lose on purpose.”

“No. It’s what the professor ordered.”

If I could just distance myself from them, I could market not just the title of Mercenary King but also my reputation.

Sacrificing nicknames and fis a very cheap price.

“So go easy on me.”

“Yes. I’ll be reasonable.”

How bold.

Considering, he’s likely in his mid-twenties, correct?

He still doesn’t know much about the world, though.

Well, it couldn’t be helped.

After all, he was the professor’s student. That’s how strong he was.

I also thought I was the best at a similar age, left the organization to beca hero, only to be rejected.

It was really heartbreaking.

Enduring poverty for years, then turning to mercenary work when funds dwindled, felt like a second chance, no, a fourth chance at life.

I learned a lot during that time.

As a senior, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to pass this knowledge on to my juniors.

“Gather everyone.”

“Yes.”

Despite their usual disregard and unkempt appearance, my loyal subordinates promptly carried out their duties, quickly gathering people and starting to serve food and drinks.

Huh?

“Why are you serving food and drinks?”

“Isn’t it like watching a fire in someone else’s house, or watching someone else’s love affair while watching a fight?”

“Anyway, it’s most enjoyable when there’s a fight.”

“These guys…”

They were laughing, betting on who would win, showing that human nature doesn’t change.

I wish these trashy personalities would change a little.

“Ugh! I can’t help it.”

It’s unpleasant to be the spectacle, but what can you do?

If I don’t do this, I can’t make that guy a mercenary king.

In any case, even though I lost, I fought well.

“What? Still a beginner, huh?”

“A woman? The chief is fighting a woman like that for the position of king?”

“Perhaps it’s a ritual. She does seem attractive, doesn’t she?”

“Anyway, those bastards…”

The typical mercenary banter began to echo around.

Swere hurling crude remarks.

There were also sfemale colleagues nearby, but they didn’t seem to care much.

“Is she the king’s mistress?”

“She didn’t cwhen I called her, but young people are always preferred!”

“Did you charm the leader into this position?”

“Appearances can be misleading!”

No, there were even female mercenaries who caused more trouble.

“Sorry, but this is a world where such things are commonplace.”

“I understand.”

Looking at my calm junior, I didn’t let my guard down.

Despite her appearance, who was I? I was none other than the professor’s student.

Among the things the professor used to say were things like this.

“Be careful of those who look like beggars. If you look closely, you’ll find swho don’t look like beggars at all, or swho are subtly well-groomed. They usually have stories. Most of them are strong.

What nonsense is that? I sometimes thought.

But since I had lived as a beggar and understood what it meant to be one, I could understand the professor’s words.

Because I had a story that madelive like that.

I had defeated all the newcomers who looked down onand put them under the gallows, presenting them as if they were carpets.

Despite their filthy appearance and cunning demeanor, there was dignity in them.

They would be strong. Apart from me, I don’t think there was anyone among the mercenaries who could defeat this person.

“Well then, shall we begin?”

“Yes.”

After a brief nod to my junior, I raised my sword.

“Crazy! A sword strike right from the start!”

“Wow… Chief, isn’t it too strong to cout like that against a young opponent?”

“Wow, are you going for the leg shake effect?”

“That’s Chief for you. Knowing how to use your own weaknesses for effect.”

The surroundings were noisy as usual, but I paid it no mind.

“Alright, are you ready?”

Even though he’s called Professor Student, I wasn’t sure about his swordmaster skills.

If he wasn’t a swordmaster, should I opt for a scenawhere I deplete my magic power and accept defeat?

Being a Sorcerer wouldn’t be bad either.

I should have checked first, but I got too excited at the thought of distancing myself from the professor and ended up making a mistake.

Nevertheless, I possessed sufficient skill to manage the uncertainties.

Find a balance…

“Huh?”

Was it my mood? I sensed a sudden darkness.

No, before that, the surroundings suddenly becquiet.

Gulp.

The sound of swallowing saliva could be heard. What was going on?

“I’ve been ready for ages.”

As I observed my junior smirk, a cold sweat trickled down my back.

“I’ll take the nof Mercenary King… from you, Senior.”

The moment he finished speaking, I lunged forward.

Thud!

“Crazy! What was that?”

A massive fist struck the ground where I had stood.

Gazing up at the creature responsible for the blow, I let out a scream.

“Let go, Surtr.”

Kwoooong!

A giant with a crimson body began to roar. Immediately, that huge body was enveloped in a crimson flame.

“Madness! Watch out!”

“Scream!”

“Sorry! Sorry for being arrogant!”

Smercenaries were blown backward by the massive magic storm.

Amidst the chaos as the onlookers screamed and fled, my Junior was still looking at me.

“Junior?”

“Yes, Senior.”

I had a feeling something was amiss.

“What is it?”

“Oh, just…”

My junior paused briefly, then offered a sweet smile and said,

“The professor has a contract with this big demon.”

Although she said with a cute smile after blinking a few times,

Kwooooom!

The massive fist of the great demon descending uponwas anything but cute.

“Why on earth are you making a deal with a big demon?”

“Because it’s Professor.”

“Now something makes sense!”

I shouted as I blocked the subsequent attacks with my sword.

But the opponent wasn’t the Great Demon.

“I’m here too, Senior?”

“Crazy?”

Upon diverting my attention from the great demon, I noticed almost a hundred magic orbs hovering in the air.

Crazy.

Using magic on a great demon and being able to cast such spells.

“Enough! Surtr, take up your sword as well.”

-Rise, Ragnarok!

With ominous words, the great demon summoned a gigantic sword out of thin air.

“Uh… Junior, can’t we stop this?”

We can’t win against that. My instincts were screaming.

Nevertheless,

“No, we can’t.”

My adversary was the professor’s pupil.

They were unrivaled in wickedness among all living beings on Earth.

Ultimately, I found myself the target of my junior’s onslaught and spent the following day fleeing desperately. The mercenaries knelt in reverence as a new king was born.