I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 119: You Are A Person Who Should Not Exist

Hero.

A word that embodies hope in itself, a title bestowed only upon the 'most special and powerful beings' in this world.

"...Hero?"

How should she accept the one who appeared before her, mentioning such a word?

Even before she became aware, mockery began to seep out of her mouth.

"You, a hero?"

That someone claiming to be a hero had come to stand before her, who knew the meaning and weight of that word better than anyone.

Wouldn't it be naturally ridiculous?

"...So what about it?"

A subdued voice leaked from her mouth, calming her heated emotions at the end.

The politeness felt from it did not convey the same madness as before.

Although lifeless as a dead person, she felt her rationality gradually establishing itself.

"I have faced countless self-proclaimed heroes. Except for the last one I faced, none could take my head."

At the end, it revealed traces of acting to escape her rough mercenary days.

At the same time, it was arrogance stemming from a position of absoluteness, and what one might call composure.

"Do you really believe you can face me with just what was shown before? Just because you have the power of merely one hero?"

Yes, the enemy knight was certain.

The firm belief that the person before her could not interfere was felt through a 'sense of déjà vu' emanating from him.

"...However, it does bother me a bit. Unlike ordinary heroes, you're exactly replicating the techniques I've used."

The temporary materialization used before reached the realm of creating matter using mana that produces physical force in response to will.

Since it was a technique that handled energy responsive to will, it was unattainable without the cooperation of beings that could fine-tune mana like spirits.

And the only way for humans to handle spirits to such an extent was by inheriting rank from beings like dragons.

"Ah, I see... Are you the same as me, then?"

And there was only one dragon existing in this world.

Even after being repeatedly provoked, the dragon didn't die, and, despite losing consciousness, the will to cling to life remained in that walking corpse.

Such a being passed on its rank to another human following in its footsteps.

"...Just with that much."

With that realization, the slashing of her sword swung fiercely, and she began to stir her reins.

"Do you think you can oppose me just because you've been chosen by her? Even after seeing the army surrounding you?"

As her madness subsided, she could now think rationally about her purpose.

There was nothing left to extract from her mother, but as her feelings towards her intensified, she felt more adept at handling the power.

-Crunch, creak.

The troops rising from the earth in response to such power taught her that she had far surpassed her former strength.

They have surpassed mere weapon manifestation to embody a self capable of realizing an era of madness that even dismisses armies as insignificant, making it virtually impossible for a hero to defeat them.