Former Hero, Solo Play Oriented

The hero defeated the Demon Lord in battle.

With trusty comrades, he triumphantly vanquished the Demon Race.

Overcoming countless hardships and adversities.

Finally, he reached the Demon Lord’s stronghold and cut off his breath.

“…Is it over now?”

But I was sitting there, frozen.

The Holy Sword, spent of all its power from the fight, lost its light and turned into a mere scrap of metal.

Through blood-soaked silver hair, I lifted my trembling hand and looked at my small palm.

I felt not a wisp of the mana that had built up over more than a decade.

Left was just the frail body of a girl, unchanged since the moment I fell into this world.

I tried to stand, but there was no sensation in my legs.

Below my thighs didn’t budge.

“…….”

Gingerly, I dragged my legs, moving in a crawling manner while still sitting.

And then, I brushed my hand over the face of the woman lying on the cold ground.

The Saintess, who had sacrificed her life to give me the chance to deliver the final blow to the Demon Lord.

She could never smile at me again.

The hero’s party risked their lives to help me reach the depths of the Demon Lord’s castle.

And they all perished.

Even the Saintess, who had stayed with me until the very end.

The hero defeated the Demon Lord, but found himself alone, barely clinging to life, sitting here without anyone left.

The fight with the Demon Lord stole everything from me.

The legs that moved freely, the power I had built up, and my comrades, too.

The hero’s party achieved their goal.

Were you all satisfied?

Astria, a golden light shimmered down.

A voice I had heard before echoed in my head.

It spoke of gratitude for their sacrifices and devotion.

Regrettably, even divine powers couldn’t revive those who had perished in the underworld.

Instead, it promised wealth and honor, anything I desired.

I raised my hand to cover my face.

“Ah, ugh, hwaah.”

A delicate voice slipped from my lips.

Now, more than ten years later, I had already adapted to my voice.

But what emerged was merely a groan squeezed from my innards.

Life in this world had nothing joyful, yet there was a time I thought it was okay to continue living here.

The comrades who made me feel that way were now gone.

“…I want to go back.”

Back to where I lived before coming here.

The mission I had been burdened with, whether I wanted it or not, was over.

I just despised this world for making me experience such things.

I wanted to return to Earth, where I lived without purpose.

“I don’t need anything. Just send me back.”