The Main Heroines are Trying to Kill Me

Chapter 406: The Era of Hero Suffering

- Crackle…!

“Hiiii!”

A terrifying slash surged towards Frey.

“F-Father! Please, just listen to me…!”

“How long do you plan to keep running away?”

“Gahhh!”

Frey barely twisted his body to avoid the slash, but another one immediately followed.

“Keep doing that, and I won’t be responsible if you get hurt.”

“F-Father-in-law! Please wait a moment!”

Thanks to this, Frey ended up rolling across the dirt yard, while the heroines, who were watching with pale faces, urgently tried to stop Abraham.

“Hmm.”

Abraham quietly observed the scene and then approached them.

“…Yes?”

“Umm…”

The women, fidgeting anxiously, began to look worriedly at Frey, who was lying on the ground.

“If you don’t have anything to say, go inside.”

“But…”

“Do you want to fight me?”

“”…””

Eventually, the heroines stepped back, but they couldn’t stop fidgeting nervously.

“We haven’t even finished the whole week yet…”

Despite muttering with a dissatisfied expression, Ruby immediately smiled brightly when her eyes met Abraham’s.

- Swish…

“…!?”

Abraham, who was looking at her smiling face with a troubled expression, sighed and threw something in front of Frey.

“Why… why this?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Frey, staring blankly at the sword vibrating in front of him, looked at Abraham with trembling eyes.

“I’m so angry right now that I can’t control myself.”

“W-Wait. It’s really not what you think. Glare is just–”

“Pick up the sword if you don’t want to die.”

As Abraham approached him, Frey crawled forward hesitantly.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“H-How can I attack my own father?”

“What are you talking about?”

When Frey asked with a hesitant expression, Abraham chuckled and raised his sword.

- Swoosh…

In the next moment, Abraham’s sword left a brilliant trajectory as it slashed vertically.

“Wahh…”

The huge slash that barely missed Frey headed towards the sea filled with monsters.

- Swishhh…

The sea surface split effortlessly, and the bodies of the demonic monsters floated up, causing Frey to stare in speechless shock.

“That’s not a weapon, it’s your lifeline.”

After whispering that in a low voice, Abraham surged towards Frey without giving him time to prepare.

- Slash…

Cold sweat began to flow from Frey’s entire body as he hurriedly drew his sword.

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“Huff… Huff…”

Completely exhausted, Frey lay sprawled in a corner of the yard, panting heavily.

“Is that all?”

“P-please father…”

As Abraham, still emitting a terrifying aura, slowly approached, Frey begged in a trembling voice.

- Crash…!!!

“Eek.”

When Abraham slammed his sword into the ground beside him and sat down, the sweating Frey started to look at Abraham nervously.

“You’re still strong.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re even stronger than me now.”

Abraham, who had been sitting silently for a while, muttered as he looked up at the sky, causing Frey to look up at the sky in disbelief.

“How can you say that after you literally split the sky?”

“Haha.”

A long scar left by the attack on the huge dark clouds over the harbor let through a gentle moonlight.

“But… I really didn’t touch Glare.”

As Frey cautiously said that to Abraham, who had retracted his aura and now wore a gentle expression, Abraham replied while still looking up at the sky.

“I know.”

“What?”

“I know you’re not the type to cross that line.”

Abraham, still looking at the sky, glanced down and added.

“You… didn’t cross the line, right?”

“Would I be crazy enough to touch a kid?”

“She seems to think otherwise.”

“What?”

“That little one is quite cheeky. I wonder how she’ll be when she finally grows up.”

Abraham chuckled as he muttered and then began to speak.

“Anyway, I knew you didn’t touch her.”

“Then why…”

“I wanted to see how strong you had become.”

“Ah.”

Finally, relieved, Frey widened his eyes as he spoke.

“I didn’t know you were so strong, Father.”

“…”

“And that you were a magic swordsman.”

Hearing that, Abraham gave a bitter smile and spoke.

“I awakened it while fighting your mother.”

“Oh…”

“I kept it hidden because it’s such a dangerous skill, but if I knew things would turn out like this, I would have taught it to you.”

With that, Abraham sighed and lowered his head.

“But I was afraid. Afraid you would become drunk with power like I did in the past.”

“…”

“In the past, I had both a high reputation and a terrible infamy. My personality was twisted by the power I gained without a sense of responsibility.”

“I see…”

“If it weren’t for your mother, I might have become the greatest troublemaker in the Empire.”

Lost in memories and regret, Abraham glanced at Frey as he spoke.

“But, my worries were unfounded. You resemble your mother more.”

“…”

“When you gain power without responsibility, you tend to increase your responsibilities.”

Frey scratched his head awkwardly at Abraham’s words.

“And you are stronger than me.”

“Father, that’s a bit–”

“I already knew you weren’t using your full strength in our duel.”

Abraham looked at him with a slightly serious expression.

“You either parried or defended against my attacks.”

“…Even so, I can’t do something like that.”

Frey muttered while looking up at the sky with a worn-out expression, and Abraham shook his head.

“That’s because you’re lacking in technique.”

“What?”

“When you fought me, you used Stellar Magic, didn’t you? It’s the most beautiful magic in the world.”

“…Yes.”

As Frey quietly agreed, Abraham grabbed the sword that was stuck in the ground.

“But why do you just imbue the magic into your sword?”

“…What?”

“That’s a very inefficient way to use it.”

Frey, looking confused, asked.

“Then what is the efficient way?”

“You need to wield the sword aura like mana.”

“How is that even possible–”

- Crackle…

Frey looked disbelieving at Abraham’s answer. But as he watched the sword aura flow out of the sword and float in the air, he was mesmerized by the scene.

“How is that possible?”

“Once you understand the principle, it’s very simple. Since you’re stronger than me, if you reach this level, you can perform attacks much more powerful than what I’ve shown today.”

“Then…”

“You said there’s a big battle coming up soon?”

Abraham gathered the floating sword aura in his hand and spread it around as he spoke.

“Until then, I’ll train you.”

“Ah…”

“You’ve already awakened the potential of a magic swordsman, so it’s definitely possible.”

“…Thank you.”

As Frey bowed his head, Abraham burst into laughter and ruffled his son’s hair.

“But your soul is still shattered, isn’t it?”

“Oh, that…”

“Is there a way to fix it?”

Then, he looked at Frey with a sharp gaze and asked.

“As I mentioned, Glare has a way to extend my lifespan…”

“That’s lifespan. I’m talking about your soul.”

Abraham, with a worried expression, continued.

“I don’t want to lose you again.”

“…”

“I had endless nightmares while I was unconscious. Dreams where you disappeared forever. Dreams where you died on a mission. And dreams where you became the Demon King…”

Frey flinched slightly at the strangely familiar content of the dreams. Abraham, observing his expression, asked again.

“Are you sure I don’t need to worry?”

“Yes. Now that I’ve avoided the penalty, there’s a way. Originally, I couldn’t use it because my lifespan couldn’t withstand it… but now that my lifespan is extended, it should be possible.”

“That’s great to hear.”

Realizing that Frey’s words were not empty, Abraham smiled brightly.

“Though it’s a bit scary…”

“Hmm?”

“I feel like all my energy will be drained… especially considering my relationship with Ruby…”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“Sigh.”

As Frey’s face turned red, Abraham, guessing what it might be, shook his head and stood up.

“…Can I give you some advice?”

“Yes?”

Then, suddenly, he lowered his voice and looked serious.

“Do not show favoritism in love.”

“…Yes?”

“Make sure no one feels neglected.”

Looking at the cabin, Abraham said in a calm tone, and Frey, reading his father’s expression, mumbled.

“Father, does that mean… you’re accepting our relationships…”

“How could I not? Especially since it’s for saving the world, I have no choice but to accept it.”

Sighing, Abraham looked at Frey with a slightly annoyed expression.

“But it still feels a bit unfair. I lived my life devoted to only one woman.”

“Well, to save the world, I had no choice–”

“If you say so, it must be true.”

With that, Abraham began to walk away.

“Oh… but do you know this?”

“…Yes?”

Suddenly, as he was heading towards the cabin, Abraham turned with a mischievous look and asked, causing Frey, still lying exhausted on the ground, to feel uneasy.

Whenever his father wore that mischievous look, it always led to a difficult situation.

“By law, you need to designate a legal wife, the first wife if you will.”

“…!!!”

“Looks like there’s going to be a lot of fighting for that position.”

“…Ugh.”

“Take care of yourself.”

With a cheeky smile at the now dumbfounded Frey, Abraham headed towards the cabin.

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- Creak…

“”…!””

As Abraham entered the cabin, the heroines, who had been sitting demurely, sprang to their feet in surprise.

“Please, have a seat.”

“…”

“I said, sit down.”

Finally, they sat down quietly, unable to hide their anxiety at Abraham’s firm yet gentle voice.

“Frey needs to work on his stamina. It’s not right for the Hero to be exhausted just from swinging a sword a few thousand times.”

As he looked around at them with a sigh, Abraham frowned slightly and asked a question.

“Or is there a particular reason why his stamina is so poor?”

His sharp question made the heroines flinch in various ways.

“Haha.”

Seeing their reactions, Abraham smiled wryly and sat down at the table.

“So, is this everyone?”

He then asked with an uneasy expression.

“Is there anyone else I don’t know about?”

“Well, actually… there is one more…”

“What?”

Hearing this, Ruby scratched her head and spoke up.

“It’s the person who directly created this miracle.”

Pointing at Glare, who was drinking orange juice with an innocent smile, Ruby continued.

“After countless regressions that nearly broke her mind, she found the crucial variable in that little girl.”

“That’s…”

“Honestly, without her, things would have ended in tragedy a long time ago. Even after her mind broke, she kept regressing, shattering her soul in the process.”

“That level of dedication deserves recognition. So, who is this person?”

Abraham asked seriously, while Ruby frowned and mumbled something to herself.

“But… I feel like there was someone else too…? Why can’t I remember…”

“Hmm?”

“…?”

Then, suddenly, Abraham widened his eyes and stood up, causing Ruby to look up in surprise.

“Everyone, I have a question.”

Meanwhile, Abraham, staring out the window with a puzzled look, asked.

“Why is the holy and noble Pure White Saintess… running off with Frey in a sack?”

“What?”

“What did you say?”

The heroines, shocked, rushed to the window, and a startling scene unfolded before their eyes.

- Thud, thud, thud…

Ferloche, wearing a white hood, was sprinting away with Frey stuffed in a sack.

“Y-Young Master!!”

“T-That crazy bitch!!”

“You bitch! Frey is my star now!!”

“Catch her!!”

“Rrrrr…!”

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the heroines, their eyes blazing, burst out of the cabin.

“Huh?”

“…?”

Abraham and Glare, watching the scene, tilted their heads in confusion.

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“Stop right there!!”

“If you don’t stop, we’ll attack you!”

“Go ahead and try! I’ll just rape him!”

Despite the shouts from behind her, Ferloche continued sprinting at full speed with Frey in the sack.

“F-Ferloche…?”

Meanwhile, Frey, bound and wriggling in the sack, managed to poke his head out and speak.

“Why are you doing this…?”

“Why, you ask!”

Ferloche, smiling brightly, began to explain to Frey, who was trembling.

“Did you forget what my awakening ability is?”

“…The ability to manipulate souls?”

“Correct!”

As she said this, she leaped into the air and landed in a nearby forest, causing Frey’s face to turn pale.

“I’m needed in the upcoming battle, right?”

“Well, yes, but…”

“And, to heal your soul now that the lifespan problem is solved, my ability is required.”

As she barreled through the forest, smashing trees in her path, Ferloche glanced at Frey with a smile.

“But you hesitated to come to me because you didn’t want to betray your relationship with Ruby, right?”

“…”

“It must be hard for you to make such a decision on your own.”

After a few seconds, she emerged from the forest and continued.

“So, I’ll take responsibility and be the bitch here!”

“Uh…”

“You had no choice but to be raped by me, a woman driven mad! It’s an act sanctioned by God!”

“…”

“But every time I look at you, I can’t help but think…”

As she ascended into the sky again, Ferloche whispered to the pale-faced Frey.

“You really look incredibly hot.”

“…Gulp.”

Frey swallowed dryly without realizing it.

“When we reach the safe zone, I’ll fuck you like a rabbit, so prepare yourself.”

“…Help.”

Hearing Ferloche’s added words, Frey’s eyes began to tremble wildly.