The perfect hero is not actually perfect.
While unconscious, Albany felt a strong yet mysterious sensation.
The world around him seemed to fall silent, and he felt as if his soul was about to be thrown out of his body along with that heavy rock.
The internal organs trembled violently, and even the bones seemed to be groaning.
The force seemed to be destroying him; a sharp pain spread rapidly to his limbs as the surrounding silence fell, almost causing him to lose consciousness.
He had every opportunity to dodge the rock when it came flying at him.
He could avoid his current pain by simply moving a few steps to the side.
However, while the nearby residents stood frozen in fear, the eldest prince, Albany, instinctively lunged at the rock.
But that one lunge caused a major problem.
Although the rock had shifted slightly, his own situation was far from better.
Organs misplaced, bones broken.
Endless pain was assaulting his body again and again, with each repetition becoming more intense.
Trying to withstand such a terrible attack with flesh and blood is simply too much of a stretch.
Albany gazed at the cracks in the clouds torn open by the moonlight, lost in thought.
The remaining consciousness became increasingly blurred, as if the whole person was about to be detached from this world.
But he did not regret it, nor did he have any regrets.
Because he at least did what the title of "hero" should entail.
Although it is not perfect.
...
"Cough, cough..."
What was that sound?
In his hazy state, the eldest prince could hear the faint coughing sound.
He suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness and woke up with a start.
But as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw several purple flowers with twitching green stems and limbs.
The large flowers had open mouthparts, their thick pink lips parted, revealing sharp white teeth arranged in their abyss-like maws.
A sharp, purple tongue emerged from its mouth, twisting and swaying in the air, even drool being pulled from between its teeth.
Upon seeing the creature before him, the Crown Prince's forehead immediately creased with black lines, his eyes widening in terror.
What kind of monsters are these?
As the giant salvia drew ever closer to his face, the Crown Prince's mind went completely blank.
Just as he was feeling a bit scared, a familiar voice rang out beside him:
"Okay, he's saved."
ah?
Upon hearing this, the eldest prince suddenly felt confused and quickly sat up.
The moment he sat up, he suddenly realized that his body seemed to have recovered.
However, his internal organs seemed to be out of place, which always made him feel awkward.
But inexplicably, he seemed to come back to life.
He looked up and saw Cocotte clapping his hands beside him, as if he had just done something insignificant.
Sensing that the surrounding environment was unusually quiet, the eldest prince subconsciously looked around.
His gaze swept across the square, and he noticed that all the residents' eyes were fixed on him.
In an instant, the silence in the square became crystal clear, penetrating deep into the heart of the Crown Prince.
Today, the entire square is no longer as intact as it once was.
The earth around them cracked open, and brown rocks and fragments were scattered all over the ground.
A deep ravine runs through the center of the square, its clear path stretching into the distance, with only a vague view of its end.
At the end of the ravine, the scattered rocks became even more dense, and an iron spear was deeply embedded in the earth.
Looking up, he saw a huge crack torn open in the sky.
Was everything that just happened not a dream?
The scene before I lost consciousness was strikingly similar to what I was seeing now.
Just as he was in shock, an itchy sensation rose up on his arm.
The eldest prince felt uncomfortable and instinctively reached out to scratch.
But then, Kokot, who had been observing from the sidelines, suddenly spoke up:
"Don't touch it, or you'll die."
"Well……?"
Upon hearing this, the eldest prince lowered his head slightly and looked at the itchy spot.
The roots of the giant mouth flower that had just approached him had actually stuck into his body.
It was as if it had been planted on his body and become a part of his flesh and blood.
"Let it grow on your body for now. This thing has extremely strong vitality and can sustain your life."
Kokot, sitting on a cloud, explained to the eldest prince:
"The rest depends on how well you recover. It could be as quick as a few days or as slow as a few months before you can have it removed."
"But remember to water it frequently."
"If this thing withers, you're pretty much done for."
As a fifth-tier mage, it wouldn't be difficult for Kokot to use magic to save a dying person.
Especially for mages like Kokot who specialize in nature magic, simply increasing someone's vitality slightly is enough to restore them.
"……Thanks."
He managed to stand up, his legs supporting his weight, albeit unsteadily.
Look down.
The large piece of armor that once protected his chest was nowhere to be found, leaving only uneven gaps.
When he stood up again, he stood quietly in place, looking around the square.
The eldest prince stood quietly in place, looking around the square.
Countless eyes of ordinary people were focused on him, and those eyes revealed complex and indescribable emotions.
The eldest prince's gaze lingered on them, and his once clear eyes dimmed once more.
Ultimately, this so-called "perfect hero" disappointed people.
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