When I Was Reincarnated, All the Heroines Were Stolen by the Fake Hero ~ The Guy Who Dominated With Original Story Knowledge, and Me Who Dominated With Talent. It Seems the World After the Ending Is My One-Man Stage ~ - Episode 69

Episode 69

Several tens of days had passed since that inspection team arrived.

In the royal capital, it seems that heated debates are taking place day and night. It was regarding the treatment of the captured, extremely evil lord, Hyurandel Vixel.

Should he be sentenced to decapitation, or should he be locked away forever in an underground prison?

Either way, he will surely receive a punishment fitting the crimes he committed.

It is no longer an issue I should be involved in.

More than that, lately, what concerns me is how Kotama has been going to Kanaloa more frequently. She even went so far as to ask Sebas to take her there.

She herself says it’s to learn healing magic from Rururii. But according to Sebas, she often spends time with Ron.

I’m happy that Kotama seems to have found something she wants to do. But at the same time, I can’t help but feel somewhat sad—

That may just be my ego.

As I was thinking such things while sitting in the chair in my study,

Suddenly, a lively voice calling my name came through the window from outside.

“Yutaka—!”

This familiar, slightly high-pitched voice must be Ulrika.

Oh boy… she finally came…

I placed a bookmark in the book I had been reading, let out a sigh, and reluctantly stood up.

When I stepped outside the mansion, sure enough, there was Ulrika. Her blue twin tails were swaying as she stood.

Her expression was a mix of irritation and urgency. She had a difficult-to-describe look on her face.

“Have you seen Nergo?”

Without any greeting, that’s the first thing she asked me.

I briefly glanced up to the upper left. I was pretending to search my memory exaggeratedly.

It was painfully obvious that telling her his whereabouts would only lead to trouble.

“Ahh… no, he hasn’t come to me… Did you need something from him?”

“I see! Thanks! Ugh, seriously, where the heck did that idiot go!?”

Even though she was angry, she seemed to believe my words.

No sooner had she said that, her figure vanished with a flash of teleportation light.

She really is like a storm, that girl.

After confirming she was gone, I quietly returned inside the mansion.

Then, I headed to the room I had in mind—an empty room now used for storage.

In the corner of the room was a large closet.

I gently placed my hand on the door and quietly opened it.

In the dim corner of that closet, the former hero was curled up. He was hugging his knees. He was trembling violently.

The holy sword he once wore so proudly at his waist was nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, she’s gone now.”

“Haah… you saved me… Seriously, I thought my heart was going to stop…”

When I called out to him, Nergo let out a deep sigh of relief and crawled out from the cramped space.

His face looked completely exhausted.

“Why don’t you just give up already?”

When I spoke to him as if advising, Nergo grabbed me by the collar with a demon-like expression.

“Don’t screw with me! You don’t understand anything, not my suffering! 

Do you know what it’s like!? Every single day, Raiza decides everything, and I have a schedule down to the minute!? And it’s not even work! It’s stuff like who I’m going on a date with today, or who I’m making babies with, or who I’m having tea with… Where did my freedom go!?”

A desperate cry—but unfortunately, it doesn’t move my heart one bit.

As the fitting end for a man who had endlessly toyed with those women, this was far too appropriate.

“You brought this on yourself.”

When I coldly said that, Nergo dropped his shoulders and let go of me.

But immediately, he showed a nasty smile.

His ability to switch gears so quickly is, in a way, worthy of respect.

“So, when are you going to get together with that woman?”

That woman.

With those words, the image of a pink-haired woman with a gentle smile floated to my mind.

But I quickly dismissed it.

“…That woman? I have no idea who you’re talking about.”

“Want me to spell it out? The saint, the saint. That older woman, Forleen.”

His deliberately snide tone made me furrow my brow unintentionally.

“You shouldn’t refer to a woman like that. And besides, she’s a person worthy of respect who has saved many people as a saint. And she’s a dear friend. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Hmph… well, I never considered an old hag like that a romantic target anyway. So I can just leave her be.”

Romantic target. A loaded phrase spoken by Nergo, who holds knowledge of this world.

And somehow, his words carried a hidden implication. It sent a faint ripple through my heart.

“…Is something going to happen to her?”

“Who knows? I just thought maybe, while we’re standing around like this, the beautiful saint might be getting hit on by some guy out there…”

Forlene being approached by some unknown man, and then slowly becoming attracted to him—

That image flashed through my mind. And a prick of pain shot through my chest.

I shook my head vigorously to drive out that pointless fantasy.

She’s not the kind of frivolous woman to fall for just anyone. But even so, if—

“…Got it. I still need to return the runaway from the capital anyway. Should we head back to the royal capital now?”

Saying that, I grabbed Nergo firmly by the shoulder, as if striking back.

His face instantly turned pale.

“What!? You bastard, traitor!!”

As Nergo shook off my hand and tried to escape—that was when it happened.

*Knock knock.*

There was a modest knocking sound.

But the door to this room was already open.

Thinking no way, I turned and looked toward the window.

There, hanging upside down with her silver hair dangling, was the girl Svea. She was expressionless as she peered inside.

“Gyaaaaaaaaa!!”

Nergo let out a short scream and bolted out of the room like a startled rabbit.

Watching his fleeing figure, I smiled and quietly muttered in my heart:

Good for you, Nergo.

Just like you wished, all the heroines of this world have become yours.

— The End —