Encounter in the wrong place: the hero of the world

Epimetheus had a dream.

Those are memory fragments placed far away, which should not be remembered in the first place.

"I want to sing your narrative poem."Thousands of years ago, before Olympia was sealed in the name of the Holy Land, a blind poet came to visit.

He plucked the strings of the harp with his clumsy fingertips. He must have sneaked in with the help of others..

In front of Epimetheus, who had cloudy eyes, the poet smiled and said,"You are not appreciated by everyone. How can you do that? I wish you could let me sing your story."

But Epimetheus met many such guys. They not only used him, but also belittled and ridiculed him, and maliciously smeared his story into a scandal and spread it to the whole world. In this way, how could the people Maybe he would appreciate him?

Although this poet was the first person to visit Epimetheus, Epimetheus felt that he was like other malicious guys, so he directly rejected the poet in anger. request

"It's a pity, it's really tooWhat a pity! But since you said so, there's nothing you can do about it."I will definitely come here again," said the poet. Will definitely come and see you again. When the time comes, I hope you will let me sing your story to my heart’s content——"

As a result, the poet is again a liar. He never appeared before Epimetheus again

……But maybe -

Epimetheus recalled the young man who was crushed by his own strength. Like the poet, he had eyes like crimson gems - what was that poet's name? Argo?

Epimetheus suddenly remembered the kindness of others that he had never noticed before, the gifts given to him by the residents of Olympia, and the praise of the witch Illya for his experience.

"What a boring dream……"Epimetheus complained and walked towards the hill where he could see the entire city of Olympia and the sea.

The dirty flames should have been purified successfully.

The flames falling from the sky have disappeared.

He is not a god, and his body that has been corroded by fire for three thousand years is about to come to an end.

The burned out flame has already decided where it will go. Presumably before long, his body will turn into ashes and disappear from this world.

However, there was still one place that Epimetheus had not gone to - he recalled the white-haired swordsman who defeated him, and realized how ridiculous his attempt to use [Filthy Fire] to defeat the one-eyed dragon was.

Epimetheus couldn't remember the last time he lost so miserably like this. When was it? But, rather surprisingly, his chest felt much lighter.

The things that had settled in his heart had disappeared, and he seemed to have relieved some of his burdens.

He had always thought that the filthy flame was a mirror that reflected the lower world, but now that he thought about it, maybe it was a mirror that reflected his own heart.

Epimetheus finally reached the top of the mountain, which was so empty that only a few weeds grew here and there.

He gave a frustrated smile and said,"……Long time no see, Lindwoods……"

The graves he personally built for his comrades here were caught in the flames a long time ago and disappeared. Now there is only an empty wilderness left.

"What exactly are these hands of mine left behind? Epimetheus asked himself as he looked at his hands.

If he were stronger and more confident than that adventurer, wouldn't he be able to make many changes?

"……Still too fragile." Epimetheus recalled how the swordsman stood up again and again, even though he was bruised and bruised, and still fought with him, and he couldn't help but feel envious.

"——Epimetheus"

"……！"Epimetheus looked behind him, was it Ilia? No, this divine power——！

"you...you are……"

That’s it, it turns out that Illya is—she is——

"……You are Prometheus."Ebimetheus said,"Huh... for a while, I even doubted Rhea and whether she was Prometheus.……"

"You are quite slow, Epimetheus. Really short-sighted."Prometheus had some sentimentality on his face,"You are just a mortal, not a hero at all... But, on this hill, you are constantly praying for the salvation of others. Although you have experienced the pain of powerlessness more than anyone else, you still work hard for the world... That's why I gave you the [Flaming Eagle]. It is precisely because of you that I was able to protect this land for three thousand years."

"I see you constantly fighting, and I hope you can rest. I hope you get the rewards you deserve……"

"……I hate you." Epimetheus said firmly in a weak voice

"I know"

"……I hate you"

"of course i understand"

"I thought... everything I had done so far was meaningless……"

"……"Prometheus' eyes stopped on Epimetheus, feeling both guilt and pity.

"……But, in the end...it was great to meet the guy who was more determined than me and the new hero...……"

Epimetheus turned his back to the god.

By now, he no longer knew what expression he should use to face his Lord God. (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Just like a child who looks like his parents. Epimetheus and Prometheus were both hopelessly timid and clumsy.

The sky in the distance is filled with morning glow - it's almost dawn.

For him, the beginning of the day had been so hateful, but now it was so beautiful.——

"……The story goes around."Prometheus finally spoke again,"The track you once felt humbled and sad...maybe has become someone's hope."

"I may not be qualified to say this...but only I, a god, can say this, so I still want to say it——"

The sound of the waves remains, and the new sun shines in the east, bringing endless light to the world.——

"——Epimetheus, your story was not in vain"

"——"The words got stuck in Epimetheus's throat,"……I hate you the most"

"Um."

5.0"……I hate you the most!" Epimetheus's voice was filled with tears.

"Um"

"Your existence is really annoying!"

"……Sorry, Epimetheus"

"……Thank you, Lord Immortal"

"……！"

The breeze blows like a simple funeral song, and the green grass sways like a group of people waving to their close friends.——

"………You gone? Epimetheus."

No one answered.

The man was alone on the hill shrouded in morning glow, like an old man left behind, but his feet stood straight - the ending was accompanied by great regret and regret, and a little redemption.

He He died standing - the story of a hero who has walked for three thousand years, finally - ends here.

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