My Lover Was Stolen, And I Was Kicked Out Of The Hero's Party, But I Awakened To The EX Skill “

SIDE Margo

That's slightly more about the future than it is now.

"Gwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww... it hurts... help me... help me..."

The pain of running through your body uninterrupted.

Chromium's ability - [Fixed Damage] continues to inflict about 20 damage without interruption.

That never stops and increases the amount of damage one by one.

Ten or twenty years, or more - all of which will reach a deadly amount of damage, Chromium explained.

Until then, Margo will not be able to escape the agony that gradually grows.

Only wait to be brought about a moderate death.

And in the meantime, Margot had been shown a number of sights.

The sight shown by the magic of a demon girl, a Crom squire.

That 's--

"I don't like... this stuff... I don't want to see it. No, no, no... Uh-huh. Yeah."

The bronze statue, which was Margot's pride, is shattered and covered in manure.

"What a hero!

"The great evil man who worked with the demons to destroy humans!

resentment voices from people.

I don't like it.

I don't want to hear. I don't want to hear. I don't want to hear.

"Oh, dear Margo, who is Margo?"

"Stupid man solidified in his lust for honor..."

The disgusting voices of your ladies who have courted him enthusiastically.

I don't like it.

I don't want to hear. I don't want to hear. I don't want to hear.

"I can't believe Master Margot did this to me."

"I'm disappointed... even though I admired you"

A voice of disdain from the knights and soldiers who were respecting him.

I don't like it.

I don't want to hear. I don't want to hear. I don't want to hear.

"Please don't... I don't... I don't like it, please don't. Yikes!

Disgrace and humiliation enough to shake your body.

Despair and pain.

Is this the end of my life?

It was my dream to be someone who would be honored by everyone as a hero and told off forever after death.

The dream was already fulfilled, and with this demonic invasion battle, the fame should have increased even further.

But everything is no longer lost.

Margot dies.

I want you to kill me at least for one thought, but that doesn't even work.

My mind, my body, dies slowly.

And his name as a hero.

"Wow!

The man, who has pursued praise and fame from people and honor as a hero throughout his life, raised the scream of despair and anguish.