Chapter 170 : She’s No Hero

Did I wake up too suddenly?

Was she still asleep, or had the fall broken her brain?

Was this the wrong way to enter?

Right. Who puts a door in the sky? What kind of door opens to a direct drop? And even stranger, as she fell, she had tried to spread her wings to stabilize her descent, but they were gone.

Not only that, but her restless tail was gone too. When had she changed back? Since being thrown into the dungeon, she hadn’t hidden her demonic identity.

Only when she met Lisa had she briefly hidden it. After that, she had never retracted her wings and tail. Why were they gone now?

As she fell, she frantically touched the thorn sigil on her collarbone, muttering the incomprehensible words, trying to summon her demonic form as before. But it was as if her wings and tail had simply vanished. No matter what she tried, she couldn’t summon them. She could only watch the ground rush toward her.

If she fell like this, she would become a puddle of Milly-paste.

Damn it.

She couldn’t summon her wings. She had no other way to slow her descent. It was going to hit!

Seeing the roof of the building below her, she could only cross her arms in front of her, trying to protect her head.

With the immense pain of the impact, she crashed through who knows how many ceilings and floors. With a thud, she didn’t become a puddle of Milly-paste. She just hit the ground and briefly lost consciousness.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw the human-shaped hole she had crashed through in the ceiling. And, an even stranger sight appeared before her. She saw that familiar face, a face she would never mistake, and that hair like cold moonlight.

Except for the eye color, which was a little off, Milly could be sure that the silver-haired girl before her was Stacy. But Stacy, the Fell God, was wearing a pure white holy robe and exuded the same holy aura she had felt from Lillian.

What the hell? It seemed either her eyes were broken, or her brain had been scrambled by the fall.

Holy. A word that had nothing to do with Stacy was now being used to describe her. It seemed her brain was really broken.

Milly tried to rub her eyes. She wasn’t mistaken. Not only that, but the sunlight from the hole she had crashed through fell on the silver-haired Saintess beside her, as if coating her in a holy light.

No way…

“Stacy?”

Milly subconsciously opened her mouth, unable to believe that the girl before her, bathed in holy light, as if the embodiment of holiness, was the Stacy she remembered.

She had woken up too suddenly. Her brain must be broken.

“Hero?”

Hmm?

Did Stacy say something?

“Why do you know my name?”

She… what did she say?

Hero? Huh? Was she hearing things? What was Stacy talking about? Or was her brain broken too?

Was it her problem, or was the world itself the problem?

“Hero, are you okay?”

Absurd. Absolutely absurd.

Milly looked at Stacy in horror. She must have been the one who was injured. That’s why what she was seeing and hearing was so strange.

She had thought the previous Stacy, with her split personality, was strange enough.

But this Stacy, who was calling her a hero, was on another level. Whose subordinate was this, so brave?

But, looking at the scene, and thinking of the red crystal she had touched, Milly could guess the reason.

But the contrast of hearing those words from Stacy was too great. It made her mind go blank.

Seeing this, Stacy gently took her hand, as if to comfort her.

“You are the hero sent by the Goddess to defeat the Demon King. You are our savior.”

Hmm?

The moment she spoke, Milly’s mind went even blanker. When did she become a hero? Before, she had been called a whelp, a damn demon. After her demonic identity was exposed, she had not only been put on the judgment stand, but had also been hunted by the whole city. When did she, this demon trash, become a hero?

If it had been right after she transmigrated, hearing that she had become a hero, she might have accepted the title with enthusiasm, become a hot-blooded youth, and led a team to the Demon King’s castle to chop off his head.

But after everything she had been through, she could no longer look at the humans who had hunted and insulted her in the same way. As for the title of hero, it had nothing to do with her. She was just a demon.

Speaking of which, if she showed her demonic identity in front of these believers who were waiting for a hero, she wondered what interesting things would happen. It was a little exciting.

At this moment, Stacy didn’t notice the emotion in Milly’s eyes. She could only assume that the Goddess had introduced her to the hero before she was summoned, and that the hero had temporarily forgotten her mission.

But it was fine. As a Saintess, she would be the hero’s guide, helping her find and complete her mission, and ultimately defeat the Demon King, saving the world.

Thinking of this, Stacy looked up at the human-shaped hole in the ceiling. The summoned hero had descended like something from another world.

“As expected of the hero chosen by the Goddess.”

Not only had she crashed through several ceilings, but she had landed on the ground unharmed. Besides the hero chosen by the Goddess, blessed by the Goddess, Stacy couldn’t think of anyone else who could fall from the sky unharmed.

Thinking of this, a hint of admiration appeared in her violet eyes. As expected of the chosen hero. Now, with her leadership, they could defeat the revived Demon King and end the suffering brought by the demon invasion.

“Children of the Goddess.”

Stacy took Milly’s hand and led her to the onlookers.

“Do not be alarmed, do not doubt. This is the hero chosen by the Goddess, the hero who can defeat the Demon King with the Goddess’s blessing.”

The moment she spoke, Milly pulled her hand away.

“Hero? I’m no hero.”

“Eh?”

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