“Congratulations, Kyrie Mynarett-san.
I am sure this all seems very sudden to you, however, you have been chosen as the hero.”
The person from the castle who informed me of this was wearing a big mask-like smile.
The previous hero has apparently died a magnificent death on the battlefield against the demon army the other day.
And it seems that I have somehow inherited their power.
What an awful present to receive on one’s birthday.
A hero is a being chosen by God.
A warrior who is awarded with exceptional strength and a special ability called the “Gift”.
Even a village girl like myself knows that much.
And I am also aware of the fact that the hero’s powers were being used by the Deltiard kingdom to wage war against the demons and expand their territory.
The previous hero, as well as the hero before that, died for such a stupid war.
The same fate probably awaits me as well.
My mother and sister’s crying faces clearly indicated so.
(Even if I were to decline, I would’ve probably been killed off right there.)
The only thing which awaits someone who defies the tyrant Burtogue is death, even if they are the hero.
There’s no mistaking that.
Being seen off by all 20 of the villagers, I departed as the hero.
The village where I have been born and raised, kept growing smaller and smaller.
Such that I never forget about this, I seared the sight into my memory.
And thus, the luxurious carriage took me away to the castle, someone who hasn’t even held a sword in their life.
After being secretly sent to the castle, I was changed into pretty clothing and guided into the throne room.
To inspect the “gift” granted to the new hero, apparently.
While being all tense, I was passed into the throne room through the splendid large door.
On both sides, important looking people were lined up in a row.
They are all probably nobles; although I know none of ‘em.
“…..Hero-dono, this way, please make your way in front of the throne.”
I was urged by a rough looking knight as I kept walking on top of the soft red carpet.
The ceiling is high and all the walls and pillars are pretty but I feel like I will be glared at if I stare for too long.
After having walked all the way in front of the throne, I was told to bow down to one knee.
Anyone in this position would tire their knees out.
And in that position, I was made to wait for a few minutes.
A flourish of trumpets resounded throughout the throne room and the king made his entrance.
Burtogue Hadith Deltiard, the man who conquered half the continent in a single generation.
Due to his aggressive invasions, he is widely known as a tyrant.
He brought two aides along with him. A plump gentle looking old man who was wearing a mantle and the other is… probably a woman.
The old man is probably a minister — that kind of people are sure to be ministers.
The other person was wearing a hood and I couldn’t really see anything other than their face but their bodyline says that they’re a woman.
Also, she was carrying a crystal ball with her.
“Lower your head, you’re being disrespectful!!”
“Y-yes!”
As I was staring at them, the gentle looking minister yelled at me.
With a high-pitched voice, widening his thin eyes.
I hurriedly lowered my head.
Yep, one shouldn’t judge others by their appearance.
“It’s alright, raise your head, hero.”
“Yes, your Majesty.”
I raised my head as I was told.
After staring at me for a while, the king nodded.
“……She looks like an ordinary village girl at first glance. Judas, are you certain that she is the one?”
“Yes, your Majesty. There’s no doubt.”
“Is that so? It’s coming from you so it’s probably correct.”
I really am just an ordinary village girl.
An ordinary village girl whom you’re about to send out to fight for the country.
Haa, I wanna go back home……
“Hero, I permit you to state your name. Speak.”
“Yes, sire! I am Kyrie Mynarett from the Ribb village!”
The minister was recording my sayings.
It’s the hero’s profile we’re talking about, it’s important stuff, probably.
“Noted. Judas, move on to diagnose the ‘gift’.”
“As you wish, your Majesty.”
The woman named Judas started to offer her prayer to the crystal ball.
Ah, that person is probably an oracle.
Beings who can hear the voice of the God, Enpilleo, and transmit it to the people.
I heard that one must go through some intense training to become one.
“…..I have seen it. This person’s gift is—”
A sense of tension filled the air.
I guess that much is only obvious, the hero’s “gift” is their strength’s keystone.
The more powerful it is, the easier it will be for the kingdom to win wars.
“‘Boiling’…. That is all.”
“B-boiling……?”
I ended up speaking out loud.
I panickedly held my mouth and lowered my head.
(Boiling? That thing that happens when you heat water, right?)
It sounds so weak that I can’t help but get a bad feeling from this.
It seems the nobles are also being somewhat noisy.
“Hmm, it wouldn’t be wise to make judgements just by the name. Let’s move to the knights’ training grounds, we shall ascertain its worth there.”
And with just one word from the king, the audience was suspended.
I was taken to the knights’ training grounds by the old knight man.
And so, for the first time in my life, I was made to hold and swing a sword.
While all the nobles and the king watches over me from afar.
What kind of a punishment game is this?
“…….Haa, no-nothing is coming out…”
“Hero-sama, just leave your body to the urge seething deep inside you and release your hidden strength.”
“E-even if you tell me that……”
The old knight suggested but nothing at all happened no matter how much I swung the sword.
It seems to be rather common for new heroes to not know what they can do but this sure is awkward……
“Haa, I am exhausted……”
I was sweating like a pig, my hands felt heavy and were going numb.
A sword is this heavy, eh……?
“You must be tired, here, please have some water.”
“Th-thank you very much.”
The knight passed me a cup of water.
It was somewhat cold and felt good, as expected of the royal castle’s water.
Now that my throat is also moist, I guess I will try doing this a bit more.
(Umm, let’s see… leave your body to the urge seething deep inside you, eh……?)
As I tried going through what the knight said inside my head while still holding the cup of water, I felt like I understood something.
Power surged from deep inside my heart.
It went from my chest to my hand and I felt like something hot came out.
*Burbling sounds*
“……Mm?”
Hot.
The cup is hot.
Or, rather, the contents of the cup is hot.
The water let off steam and bubbles formed on the surface.
“It’s…… boiling?”
Is this…… perhaps?
My “gift”… does it turn water into hot water?
Is that it?
……And like that, the atmosphere in the training grounds became the complete opposite of the cup.
It was completely chilled.
I could hear some nobles snickering, some saying stuff like the ‘teapot hero’ and what not.
As if he had given up hope, the king had left the place and the audience had come to an end.
And by the next day, rumors about me had spread throughout the castle.
Well, I guess that much is obvious.
And it’s embarrassing.
So embarrassing that I feel like my face may give out enough heat to boil some water.
Even the maid in the room sometimes let out her laughter. I could also boil the tea which had gotten cold.
But, it wasn’t all bad.
“Hero, you may return to your home.”
A notice of removal from the forces, directly from the king himself.
I mean, of course, we’re talking about a village girl who can’t do anything other than boil water here.
Even if you were to send such a girl to the frontlines far, far away, not only would she be useless, she would also hinder others.
It seems the hero’s power can be forced on to someone else if the hero wishes to let go of it.
To be honest, I was happy to hear this.
I was happy that I didn’t have to fight.
I can go back to my village and live my life like I have been living.
Even if the nobles were to laugh at me or the ministers were to glare at me, that stuff does no damage to me.
This is way better than dying.
……I lied, I am actually a bit teary-eyed.
And like this, I had made a premature triumphal return to my village.
It’s fairly embarrassing but I can go back to my own life this way.
My tale as the hero had come to a happy end even before it had began.
At the king’s room, the minister Gustav pressed on to the king for answers.
The topic was regarding the hero Kyrie.
“Why did you let that girl go back to her village?! You’re well aware that a new hero can not be born unless the current one dies!”
“I am. And, minister, this is a confidential matter. Keep your voice down.”
“M-my apologies. It’s just my nature.”
The king was also well aware of the minister’s nature.
Even though this man is ill-tempered, he’s very competent.
He’s of use to the king and so is not killed off because of such rude behavior.
“Just think for a moment — if the hero were to die inside the castle walls, there would be unrest among the retainers. It would also be troublesome dealing with the aftermath.”
“Th-that is certainly true……”
“Attacking while she is on her way back is also not an option. That’s the royal family’s carriage, if the people were to know of it, it would hurt my authority.”
“If so, what shall we do? Without the hero, our army will be at an unfavorable spot……”
Sinking deep into the throne, the king wore a cruel grin on his while fumbling with his beard.
“Fear not, minister. I have thought up of an idea.”
“What might that be, your Majesty?”
“It’s a village of roughly 20 people, if by chance they were to be attacked by bandits and unfortunately end up passing away, there will be next to no impact on my country, will there?”
“Ohh, I see… Then, I shall make the arrangements for it.”
With a distorted smile on his face, the minister left the room.
No stones will go unturned this way.
If the hero dies, a new one will be born soon enough.
What should be prioritized is the state of war — the day the kingdom tramples the demons and takes possession of them is nigh.
The king’s vision had already gone past Kyrie to the next hero.
Translator: Tsugane
Yo, guys. Tsugane here with a new novel. This one seems quite interesting. Let’s see how it goes.
“Congratulations, Kyrie Mynarett-san.
I am sure this all seems very sudden to you, however, you have been chosen as the hero.”
The person from the castle who informed me of this was wearing a big mask-like smile.
The previous hero has apparently died a magnificent death on the battlefield against the demon army the other day.
And it seems that I have somehow inherited their power.
What an awful present to receive on one’s birthday.
A hero is a being chosen by God.
A warrior who is awarded with exceptional strength and a special ability called the “Gift”.
Even a village girl like myself knows that much.
And I am also aware of the fact that the hero’s powers were being used by the Deltiard kingdom to wage war against the demons and expand their territory.
The previous hero, as well as the hero before that, died for such a stupid war.
The same fate probably awaits me as well.
My mother and sister’s crying faces clearly indicated so.
(Even if I were to decline, I would’ve probably been killed off right there.)
The only thing which awaits someone who defies the tyrant Burtogue is death, even if they are the hero.
There’s no mistaking that.
Being seen off by all 20 of the villagers, I departed as the hero.
The village where I have been born and raised, kept growing smaller and smaller.
Such that I never forget about this, I seared the sight into my memory.
And thus, the luxurious carriage took me away to the castle, someone who hasn’t even held a sword in their life.
After being secretly sent to the castle, I was changed into pretty clothing and guided into the throne room.
To inspect the “gift” granted to the new hero, apparently.
While being all tense, I was passed into the throne room through the splendid large door.
On both sides, important looking people were lined up in a row.
They are all probably nobles; although I know none of ‘em.
“…..Hero-dono, this way, please make your way in front of the throne.”
I was urged by a rough looking knight as I kept walking on top of the soft red carpet.
The ceiling is high and all the walls and pillars are pretty but I feel like I will be glared at if I stare for too long.
After having walked all the way in front of the throne, I was told to bow down to one knee.
Anyone in this position would tire their knees out.
And in that position, I was made to wait for a few minutes.
A flourish of trumpets resounded throughout the throne room and the king made his entrance.
Burtogue Hadith Deltiard, the man who conquered half the continent in a single generation.
Due to his aggressive invasions, he is widely known as a tyrant.
He brought two aides along with him. A plump gentle looking old man who was wearing a mantle and the other is… probably a woman.
The old man is probably a minister — that kind of people are sure to be ministers.
The other person was wearing a hood and I couldn’t really see anything other than their face but their bodyline says that they’re a woman.
Also, she was carrying a crystal ball with her.
“Lower your head, you’re being disrespectful!!”
“Y-yes!”
As I was staring at them, the gentle looking minister yelled at me.
With a high-pitched voice, widening his thin eyes.
I hurriedly lowered my head.
Yep, one shouldn’t judge others by their appearance.
“It’s alright, raise your head, hero.”
“Yes, your Majesty.”
I raised my head as I was told.
After staring at me for a while, the king nodded.
“……She looks like an ordinary village girl at first glance. Judas, are you certain that she is the one?”
“Yes, your Majesty. There’s no doubt.”
“Is that so? It’s coming from you so it’s probably correct.”
I really am just an ordinary village girl.
An ordinary village girl whom you’re about to send out to fight for the country.
Haa, I wanna go back home……
“Hero, I permit you to state your name. Speak.”
“Yes, sire! I am Kyrie Mynarett from the Ribb village!”
The minister was recording my sayings.
It’s the hero’s profile we’re talking about, it’s important stuff, probably.
“Noted. Judas, move on to diagnose the ‘gift’.”
“As you wish, your Majesty.”
The woman named Judas started to offer her prayer to the crystal ball.
Ah, that person is probably an oracle.
Beings who can hear the voice of the God, Enpilleo, and transmit it to the people.
I heard that one must go through some intense training to become one.
“…..I have seen it. This person’s gift is—”
A sense of tension filled the air.
I guess that much is only obvious, the hero’s “gift” is their strength’s keystone.
The more powerful it is, the easier it will be for the kingdom to win wars.
“‘Boiling’…. That is all.”
“B-boiling……?”
I ended up speaking out loud.
I panickedly held my mouth and lowered my head.
(Boiling? That thing that happens when you heat water, right?)
It sounds so weak that I can’t help but get a bad feeling from this.
It seems the nobles are also being somewhat noisy.
“Hmm, it wouldn’t be wise to make judgements just by the name. Let’s move to the knights’ training grounds, we shall ascertain its worth there.”
And with just one word from the king, the audience was suspended.
I was taken to the knights’ training grounds by the old knight man.
And so, for the first time in my life, I was made to hold and swing a sword.
While all the nobles and the king watches over me from afar.
What kind of a punishment game is this?
“…….Haa, no-nothing is coming out…”
“Hero-sama, just leave your body to the urge seething deep inside you and release your hidden strength.”
“E-even if you tell me that……”
The old knight suggested but nothing at all happened no matter how much I swung the sword.
It seems to be rather common for new heroes to not know what they can do but this sure is awkward……
“Haa, I am exhausted……”
I was sweating like a pig, my hands felt heavy and were going numb.
A sword is this heavy, eh……?
“You must be tired, here, please have some water.”
“Th-thank you very much.”
The knight passed me a cup of water.
It was somewhat cold and felt good, as expected of the royal castle’s water.
Now that my throat is also moist, I guess I will try doing this a bit more.
(Umm, let’s see… leave your body to the urge seething deep inside you, eh……?)
As I tried going through what the knight said inside my head while still holding the cup of water, I felt like I understood something.
Power surged from deep inside my heart.
It went from my chest to my hand and I felt like something hot came out.
*Burbling sounds*
“……Mm?”
Hot.
The cup is hot.
Or, rather, the contents of the cup is hot.
The water let off steam and bubbles formed on the surface.
“It’s…… boiling?”
Is this…… perhaps?
My “gift”… does it turn water into hot water?
Is that it?
……And like that, the atmosphere in the training grounds became the complete opposite of the cup.
It was completely chilled.
I could hear some nobles snickering, some saying stuff like the ‘teapot hero’ and what not.
As if he had given up hope, the king had left the place and the audience had come to an end.
And by the next day, rumors about me had spread throughout the castle.
Well, I guess that much is obvious.
And it’s embarrassing.
So embarrassing that I feel like my face may give out enough heat to boil some water.
Even the maid in the room sometimes let out her laughter. I could also boil the tea which had gotten cold.
But, it wasn’t all bad.
“Hero, you may return to your home.”
A notice of removal from the forces, directly from the king himself.
I mean, of course, we’re talking about a village girl who can’t do anything other than boil water here.
Even if you were to send such a girl to the frontlines far, far away, not only would she be useless, she would also hinder others.
It seems the hero’s power can be forced on to someone else if the hero wishes to let go of it.
To be honest, I was happy to hear this.
I was happy that I didn’t have to fight.
I can go back to my village and live my life like I have been living.
Even if the nobles were to laugh at me or the ministers were to glare at me, that stuff does no damage to me.
This is way better than dying.
……I lied, I am actually a bit teary-eyed.
And like this, I had made a premature triumphal return to my village.
It’s fairly embarrassing but I can go back to my own life this way.
My tale as the hero had come to a happy end even before it had began.
At the king’s room, the minister Gustav pressed on to the king for answers.
The topic was regarding the hero Kyrie.
“Why did you let that girl go back to her village?! You’re well aware that a new hero can not be born unless the current one dies!”
“I am. And, minister, this is a confidential matter. Keep your voice down.”
“M-my apologies. It’s just my nature.”
The king was also well aware of the minister’s nature.
Even though this man is ill-tempered, he’s very competent.
He’s of use to the king and so is not killed off because of such rude behavior.
“Just think for a moment — if the hero were to die inside the castle walls, there would be unrest among the retainers. It would also be troublesome dealing with the aftermath.”
“Th-that is certainly true……”
“Attacking while she is on her way back is also not an option. That’s the royal family’s carriage, if the people were to know of it, it would hurt my authority.”
“If so, what shall we do? Without the hero, our army will be at an unfavorable spot……”
Sinking deep into the throne, the king wore a cruel grin on his while fumbling with his beard.
“Fear not, minister. I have thought up of an idea.”
“What might that be, your Majesty?”
“It’s a village of roughly 20 people, if by chance they were to be attacked by bandits and unfortunately end up passing away, there will be next to no impact on my country, will there?”
“Ohh, I see… Then, I shall make the arrangements for it.”
With a distorted smile on his face, the minister left the room.
No stones will go unturned this way.
If the hero dies, a new one will be born soon enough.
What should be prioritized is the state of war — the day the kingdom tramples the demons and takes possession of them is nigh.
The king’s vision had already gone past Kyrie to the next hero.
Translator: Tsugane
Yo, guys. Tsugane here with a new novel. This one seems quite interesting. Let’s see how it goes.
