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The Twice-Exiled Adventurer, Using His Super Rare Skills To Train a Squad of Beautiful Girls! – Chapter 117

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏𝟕: 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨

By defeating the Devil Alratu, those who had been cursed were set free.

Of course, it’s not as if those who were killed could come back to life.

Duke Karls, his wife, ministers, and knights. If you count them, nearly fifty people have been murdered by Alratu.

The casualties from the devil were miraculously small, as they left those necessary for running the duchy alive.

It seems they planned to drain the life of this country over five years.

It’s indeed an ambitious plan.

“Even though my father, mother, and senior officials were killed, I shamefully survived. I feel so disgraceful that I want to kill myself.”

“If Your Highness did not survive, the Duchy would have ended. Please don’t blame yourself too much.”

This was a conversation with Prince Masir, who was rescued from the underground prison.

It seems that it was convenient to have Prince Mashir issue various commands, so they kept him alive.

Unable to commit suicide while his parents were brutally murdered in front of him and his country was held hostage.

It’s a terrible situation, but my words are not just a social nicety.

Those who survived can rebuild the Grand Duchy of Shumok, with Prince Mashir as the center of unity.

If he had also gone, the country itself would have collapsed.

“There are no words to express our gratitude to the people of [Hope]. Thank you for defeating the devil and freeing us.”

And we were given the maximum thank you.

In addition to gold and treasure, the six of us became honorary knights of the Grand Duchy of Shumok.

Well, it’s just a name, and there’s absolutely no benefit to it, but adventurers from the orphanage finally got a knight’s title.

It makes me feel humble.

In the Grand Duchy of Shumok, I am called Sir Lionel.

It’s embarrassing!

“Since it’s embarrassing, let’s say goodbye quickly. Everyone.”

“What’s the real intention?”

“I’m grateful now, but soon it’ll be a nuisance.”

That was a conversation I had with Miliaria the night I received the honorable title.

It was [Hope] who saved the Grand Duchy of Shumok from the threat of the devil, not Prince Mashir. That fact will soon weigh heavily on His Highness.

It’s not hard to struggle together, but it’s hard to share honors.

If we’re the only ones celebrated by the people, it’s not fun even if you’re not His Highness.

So when peace comes, saying goodbye and leaving is the right way for a hero.

“It’s best to leave before being disliked, so you won’t have to deal with troublesome situations.”

“We’ve received all we could get!”

“We’ve had plenty of feast too.”

As always, the unchanging Asuka and Meisha agreed, and six days after defeating Alratu, we left the city of Asley.

While being seen off by cheers.

Our next destination is the Kingdom of Ronden.

It was the first to declare independence during the Lintrite turmoil.

Their relationship with the royal family wasn’t just poor, it was outright hostile. The Marquis of Ronden had a tendency to object to all proposals put forth by the royal family.

In fact, I’ve heard that King Morrison would announce his opposition the moment the Marquis of Ronden opened his mouth at the Council meetings. It’s quite something to object before a proposal is even made.

Given their warm relationship, the moment they received news of the Royal Army’s devastating defeat at the Aspim Plains battle, they declared independence. It was a swift decision without a moment’s hesitation.

Then, they quickly took over the adjacent royal territories and established a significant sphere of influence. 

Although not as powerful as the Kingdom of Gaillia, they are closely following it. Among the countries born out of the collapse of Lintrite, they are considered quite prosperous.

“Do you think a devil would come to such a prosperous country?”

“There’s no reason why it wouldn’t. It has appeared in Gaillia too.”

I enjoy a conversation with Miliaria as we walk along the highway. 

The journey is expected to last about twelve days.

“But the devil doesn’t appear in the more prosperous Masrur, does it?”

“Well, if it did, everyone would be furious.”

Salieri responds.

After the devil destroyed the world, it seems the demons were greatly troubled. 

It’s a problem of appearance. 

They have long lifespans and horns, and thus, they were mistaken for devils.

“It’s the same for us Dark Elves. We have black skin and golden eyes. Even though Elves are loved.”

Demons and Dark Elves were persecuted, and their numbers greatly decreased for a while. 

While there is deep resentment towards the humans and beastfolk who persecuted them, their anger towards the devil who started it all is even greater.

“Everyone would become a man determined to kill the devil and start chasing it.”

“That’s scary.”

I inadvertently imagined it. 

The sight of demon lords and generals chasing the devil with bloodshot eyes. 

That’s terrifying.

Well, I wouldn’t feel like going to the Masrur Kingdom either.

“Anyway, if the devil isn’t in Ronden, that’s better. I don’t want anything to do with the devil.”

I don’t want to fight. 

Simply as a matter of military strength.

I may have defeated Fleuretti and Alratu consecutively, but it wasn’t easy. 

Plus, the difference in their strength is a concern.

For instance, if Fleuretti and Alratu are the lowest ranked devils, and there are far stronger ones around, that would be the worst-case scenario.

“I just want to end this journey peacefully.”

“When you say that, you can’t live in peace.”

The moment Salieri laughed, we heard the sound of an alarm bell from far away.

“I told you so.”

At Salieri’s smug words, everyone turned to look at me. 

Including Asuka, Meisha, and Meg, who were supposed to be caught up in a different conversation.

Wait a minute. 

It’s not my fault, is it?


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