The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic

There is a legend that a brave man sleeps in my hometown.

This is one of the many legends of heroes that exist in many places.

Among them, the place where it is said that a brave man spent his last days and buried his bones was the place where my house is located.

"The heroes visited this place for the last time."

"I have not seen a world at peace."

"and never saw a human being."

"Nothing left behind."

"Nothing is left behind, nothing is handed down."

"He will end his life without having anything to do with anyone."

Of course, I didn't believe that.

In fact, not even everyone in the village believed it.

It was impossible for me to believe that a heroic man would leave behind such a false legend.

Some unusual scholars were interested in it, but most of them lost interest and left the village in the end.

There are no heroes who were active in the past in this day and age, but I have heard that the Demon King has risen from the dead and is invading the Kingdom of Lingle, a land far from here.

There have been rumors and articles about it, but to be honest, I thought it was not that relevant to me. ......

I had heard about a brave man from the Kingdom of Ringle,

The invasion of the demon king's army,

A healing wizard on the battlefield,

The stories about the Kingdom of Lingle and the Demon Lord's territory were foreign to me, so I had always been a stranger to the world.

"We also sent troops from Calm Helio, and this is the result. ...... It's good news that we won the battle against the Demon Lord's army, but this is like a painless draw. ......"

A typical morning.

My father was looking through the newspaper that had arrived in the village and muttered something like that in a troubled voice.

Mom, who was preparing breakfast at the table, looked anxious.

"A demon army in this day and age? It's scary, isn't it?

"Don't worry, they won't come this way. The third attempt of the Demon King's army to march on the Kingdom of Lingle ended in failure.

It is often heard these days that the Kingdom of Lingle delivers letters to various countries.

They want to make people aware of the dangers of the Demon Lord's army,...... though it still doesn't sound very realistic.

"Besides, I heard that the Lingle Kingdom has two very strong heroes. And if the nations join forces, I'm sure we'll be fine."

"Dad, I think you're being too optimistic."

I talk to my optimistic father, sipping warm milk and a loaf of bread that has been baked just right.

"Shea, you can't be so anxious all the time, can you?"

"......Yes, that's true, but..."

"Sis, that's enough!"

The younger brother, sitting next to her, claps his hands to prevent Berio from snatching the bread from the side of his plate.

"Stop it! You're so mean!"

"Berio, there's more bread, so don't do it."

"Tsk ......."

I sigh at my younger brother, whose behavior is a combination of growing up and rebellion.

Too much mischief is a problem.

No matter how much he is five years older than me. .......

"Shea, Berio."

"Hmm?"

"What?"

I look up at the sound of my father's voice.

"Didn't it rain a lot the other day?　You know how it caused a landslide nearby?

"Yeah. But it's not that close to your house, is it?

Yeah, but... But it's dangerous, so you two stay away.

Yes, sir."

I replied in unison with my brother and concentrated on my breakfast again.

Then I come back to myself.

Your mother, your father, your brother.

I was born in a peaceful place, and I thought I could lead a quiet life for the rest of my life.

One day I'd find someone I love and grow up.

Have children and watch them grow up.

I thought I would find such ...... happiness that I took for granted.

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A happy memory of my casual life sometime ago.

I could only look at the nightmare that was about to happen, as the scene moved across my vision like a running lamp.

I think it was when I was looking for my younger brother Berio that I started to feel this way.

He was running around in search of his brother, who was excited to play, and I found him walking around in search of him....

It was as if that cave was the only place that was clean and empty, and now I think it was just an eerie sight.

"Berriault?"

I was lured into the cave that no one had seen for hundreds of years.

There I found a single-edged sword in its scabbard and the corpse of someone else.

"A corpse?

In the hand of the corpse, which was nothing but bones, was a glistening crystal orb. .......

It popped on its own, and a golden smoke popped out of it... and entered my body like it was being sucked into mine.

"---!!!?"

I felt as if my mind was being rewritten.

The pain in my head as I was shown the memories of someone I don't know.

The "anger" and "hatred" of a person named "hisago" are pasted on my existence.

"Oh, ah, ah, ah... ...... don't... ...... stop... ......!"

Memories and magic as a brave hisago, forcibly fleshed out in my mind.

Memories that cannot be described with the word "gruesome".

The killing of humans in another world and the death of his beloved wife and child, he ended up in a world ...... that was also as harsh and cruel as the one he was in.

As I was shown some of these memories and my existence was being rewritten---Hisago's, his voice echoed in my mind.

---Kill the Demon King.

--- You must kill the Demon Lord.

I think I understood that it was just a residue of memories left by the past Hisago.

But I couldn't resist.

My emotions were already possessed by the person of Hisago, and I had almost lost even my freedom.

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I (I) left the village, letting my impulses take over.

I was not allowed to say anything to my family, and I went to the Demon Lord's territory alone, accompanied only by my sword, to kill the Demon Lord.

At first, I had no choice but to go forward as I was swept along.

When I regained consciousness, I was too tired and hungry to do anything.

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The next time I became conscious, I was just about to head for the demon king's territory, not even allowing myself to think of returning to my hometown.　

The only thing I was allowed to do was to live.

He was allowed to bathe, eat, and sleep, but he was not allowed to return the way he came from, so he just kept on walking during the day.

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When I wake up, I will not be conscious anymore.

I always cried before I went to sleep because I was afraid that my consciousness would be painted over by the consciousness influenced by hisago's consciousness.

My magic had been changed into something else, light magic, and my red hair, which my mother had told me was beautiful, was now mostly jet-black in the night.

I couldn't handle magic properly, and I had no real combat experience except in my memory, but going to defeat the Demon King was like going to die.

You can easily defeat a bandit or a gang of thieves, but you can't beat the Demon King.

What can you do with mere light magic?

I couldn't even handle lineage enhancement. I was a village girl who never thought of hurting anyone...I couldn't ...... fight..........

But I can't stop.

Because the voice of the ghost whispering in my mind never stopped until it sent me to the Demon Lord.

All I could think of at the time was despair.

For no reason at all, I was implanted with the memories of a man named Hisago, and I was being led on a reckless journey by my impulses.

Even if I wanted to commit suicide, my memories, which are strongly connected to my emotions, would not allow me to do so.

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Defeat of the Demon King.

The Demon King was defeated by the heroes who infiltrated from the Kingdom of Lingle and the healing wizard, Usato.

At that time, --- I remember well when I was there with the soldiers of the demon tribe at the end of the battle.

I remember how the Demon Lord declared his defeat after the wounded Demon Lord and the heroes who fought against him came out of the basement.

I have decided to entrust the future of the demon tribe to this human.

The Demon Lord is alive, but the humans have won.

The memories and feelings of the brave hisago, not me, held an indescribable will.

I think it was joy.

A boy not much older than me, called Usato --- he indirectly saved my life.

Even if he had no intention to do so, I cannot help but be grateful.

I am done dwelling on this memory.

I can go home, back to my family.

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But there was no end in sight.

After the Demon King, I had the ridiculous task of killing demons.

My arms were covered with scars from the systemic reinforcement that was forcibly invoked, and I was in pain.

I didn't want to hurt anyone, I didn't want to fight, so why should I kill a demon ...... or anyone else?

Why did the brave man leave this behind?

If you're going to erase what you've left behind from yourself, why not leave it behind in the first place?

I can't take it anymore.

I never wanted his power.

I want to go home with Mom and Dad and Berio.

Somebody..,

"Help ......"

"Okay."

A voice murmured in my sleep.

I open my eyes to hear a strong, clear response.

"----"

Gentle, comforting light of healing magic.

A warm hand holding mine.

When I finally became conscious of the real touch, I saw Usato, the man who saved my life.