Volume 2 Chapter 49 The Hero Fails in Attempting to Steal
Demon Lord Zeke encounters a fairy, while at the same time...
Former hero Makhen arrives at a certain village.
It is night.
At the moment the villagers fall asleep, Makhen sneaks into action.
He heads towards the fields that the villagers tend.
Makhen takes advantage of the night and enters the fields, stealthily taking tomatoes without permission.
"Damn...! Why do I have to do something like this, like a thief...!"
He had been expelled from the Adventurer's Guild and banned from entering the Empire.
With no means to make money, desperate Makhen resorted to committing the crime of stealing crops from the village.
And then, it happened.
"I found him!"
"It's the field thief!"
Lights turned on from the village.
The villagers, with angry expressions, rushed towards Makhen in large numbers.
"Damn it! I've been found!"
He quickly stuffs the vegetables into his pockets and tries to run away in a hurry.
But he is surrounded by villagers on all sides and unable to move.
"You thief! How dare you take what we've carefully cultivated!"
"You're the worst! You scum!"
Makhen grits his teeth as the villagers curse him.
"Ugh, shut up! This is a just action!"
Huh?
The villagers tilt their heads in confusion.
"I, I am the hero Makhen! I'm important! Isn't it an honor for you to feed something to a hero?!"
But no one agrees with him.
"What the hell? You're just stealing from people, and you call yourself a hero?"
"First of all, if you were really a hero, you wouldn't be doing something like this!"
They were absolutely right.
He should have boldly demanded the vegetables from the villagers.
The fact that he was sneaking around meant there was guilt in his actions.
"You're definitely a fake! Hey, grab him, we're going to beat him up!"
The villagers, armed with farming tools, surrounded Makhen.
"Y-You try it! I'm the strongest hero! Weaklings like you are going to be sent flying!"
A villager's shovel strikes Makhen's head with great force.
"I-I...!"
"Hey, this guy's ridiculously weak!"
The villagers beat him senseless with farming tools.
"Stop, stop it..."
"What kind of hero are you? Losing to weaklings like us, a bunch of corpses?"
"D-damn it... that's not it, if I could just use my real power..."
"Shut up! Loser!"
"You're just a loser!"
Mocked by the villagers, Makhen couldn't take it anymore and fled, crying out in distress.
"He's running away! Chase him!"
The villagers were closing in from behind.
Makhen felt an overwhelming sense of misery.
To run from villagers like this...
"Damn it! Damn it! It's all that bastard's fault, Demon Lord!"
Eventually, he was cornered at the river.
A fast-flowing river ahead, with villagers closing in.
"Ugh, damn it!"
With nowhere left to run, Makhen leaped into the river.
He was supposed to swim to escape, but the current was too strong for him to control.
"G-ghhh... Zeke, Zekeeee! I'll kill you, curse you!"
Swallowed by the torrent, Makhen's curses echoed before he sank to the riverbed.
'Heh heh, should I grant that grudge of yours?'
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