Chapter 557

I didn’t think it was a meaningful action, and I didn’t get into trouble.

Just reflexively, just habitually. As I thought about where the advantage I had now came from and how I should act to apply it to the best of my ability, the speculation that sprang up unexpectedly complicated my mind.

The saintess Theoni said that the demon army recovered the holy relics in the demonic territory. If I had done that action before returning, I would have received the power given by Epaga through the holy relic of the temple in our village, so it would be a reasonable inference to say that the relic was only retrieved this time.

However, in that case, it doesn’t explain why I was able to find out the existence of the sacred object near our village and come to find it. Even if I was really born in the demon tribe, the hero must be born through the holy relic of our village, and the picture is properly drawn only when the composition is that the demon king who somehow found out about that fact won the first round.

However, even though it was before the war started, demons were still a difficult race to find in Ethiel. Even young demons? Where the hell could a guy like that be

? Maybe it’s because my body has become stupid, but my head suffers a lot these days.

“slaver.”

Ascillie, who was captured there, fell into the hands of thieves, thanks to being destroyed by a mysterious attack while passing by our village, and the slave trade group that became an opportunity to meet me.

It would make sense if Soha was there.

With the premise, ‘From the beginning, the purpose of the demon king’s army was to recover not only the holy relics but also the small bodies’, it is understandable that a series of situations in which no action can be taken against my unexpected actions occur one after another. If I had been born as a demon, everything would have been different.

It’s just a guess I got by rolling my head alone, but it’s pretty plausible.

And if these guesses are roughly correct...

“It must be that the demon king is the problem...?”

[What?]

“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just... I feel like what I need to do has become clearer.”

Well, I don’t know if he gave it this month because he wanted to achieve great results, but the reason why I had to interrupt him was becoming clearer every day, so it didn’t matter anyway.

First of all, I refined this hypothesis and adjusted it to the saintess’s edition, and I thought that it would be necessary to listen to her opinion. After the meeting, I requested a separate meeting with the saintess.

Even when everyone left and only the two of them were left in the command post, Saint Deoni was calm.

However, the more I listen to the story full of my brain, the more seriousness begins to hang over my face. I had already heard about the possibility of returning when I was talking with Priest Mender in the hut, so there was nothing new, so the seriousness of it stemmed from the possibility that my existence as a real being might be working as a fetter for the demon king.

“I think the hero’s hypothesis has enough possibilities... but there is one biggest problem.”

“No matter how much we assume that the demon king has returned, if such a change had occurred, it would have been different from the history he already knew, right?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

The problem of regression, which is bound to occur, of course, is that you cannot know how history will change the moment you grab an advantage as you like.

“That’s me in my opinion.”

A dead evil god doesn’t have that much power. No matter how dead he is, he is a god, no matter how much he is called a god, he is still a dead being.

“Until now, I thought it was just a matter of correcting the error caused by the demon king’s deviation. But according to the hero’s hypothesis, what we have to deal with is something transcendent, not the demon king. To be honest, I don’t want to think like this... The world that has been turned twice, is there any reason not to turn it twice?”

Perhaps this is the second or third world. Just monitoring us now may be just the groundwork for the next regression.

How can you expect an existence that deceives even the eyes of God...

“Holy Lady, wake up.”

It was Eldmia who stopped the endlessly negative thinking.

“It’s a problem to underestimate the enemy, but it’s also a problem to overestimate it. The saintess knows better than anyone else that the power of a god is never infinite.”

It wasn’t until Eldmia’s hands, which had risen from her seat, freed the two hands that were holding them, that she realized that she had been putting so much pressure on her fingertips that they turned white.

“Certainly, if you look at the facts right in front of you, it will feel like a terrifying power, but that is a kind of illusion. What is the reason that I was able to catch the dragon called the Wind King, who did not reach the master level right away?”

A variable that overlaps with the dragon’s arrogance and the ability of the superiority that others can’t even guess. Recalling the story she heard while healing him, Deoni finally came to her senses and grasped the gist of what Eldmia was trying to say.

“Even if the demon king returned, there is a possibility that it was an opportunity that came at the end of several conditions overlapping.”

“It’s not just there, that’s right. If we were able to return at will or at any time we wanted, we would never have been able to defeat the Demon King’s army.”

That was right. Every time the church or Isthel’s army won, the demon king would turn back time and make up for the problem. However, the front line has been stuck for years, and the Demon King’s army is now in danger.

“On the contrary, being able to move with this assumption is an opportunity. Without an active and desperate response, there may be one more chance of returning to him. Conversely, if you struggle to somehow solve the problems...”

” Either you can’t return, or you haven’t yet met the conditions for regression.”

“You came to your senses right away.”

Feeling ashamed at the fact that she had missed that obvious information due to the sudden confusion, Deoni cleared her throat as she carefully removed her hands from Eldmia’s small smile.

“Yo, the warrior is right. It seems that he was momentarily blinded by fear.”

“It can be done. So, why don’t we give it a try?”

“yes?”

Naturally, Eldmia, who sat across from me, naturally put her arms on the table and smiled as she intertwined.

“As if every coincidence we’ve had so far has been a planned move... let’s spice things up.”

It took Deoni a little longer to understand what he was saying, as her eyes were subconsciously fixed on the large hands that had just been clasping her hands.

A Word from the Author (Author’s Review) It’s already May.

The weather is still chilly, so I can’t feel it. I guess the climate has changed.

Everyone be careful not to catch a cold on a day like this!