Fled Without Realizing I Had Prevented the Apocalypse

The girl’s mentor was a wandering mercenary.
Due to her innate constitution, the girl who couldn’t train her body and couldn’t handle magic power was assigned an affordable mercenary as a mentor by her parents.
It was cheaper compared to ordinary mentors, and there wasn’t much to teach the girl in the first place.

For the first few days, the girl was terrified when she saw the mercenary.
Scars all over his body. Calluses from wielding weapons countless times. Black hair and eyes so dark they made one wonder if he was cursed.
And the strong smell of blood that entered the girl’s exceptionally developed sense of smell.
Although the knights who protected the kingdom and those who slaughtered pigs also smelled of blood, the blood scent from the mercenary was fundamentally different.
The blood of humans and the blood of non-humans.

It seemed as if hundreds, no, thousands of blood types were painted all over the mercenary’s body.
And that was enough reason for a mere fifteen-year-old girl to be terrified.
So, the girl asked her parents to change her mentor, but.

No.

Do you know how hard it was to find this mentor?
The parents simply ignored the girl’s plea.
Instead, they just told the mercenary to teach the girl well.
After that, the girl never saw her family mention anything about her education process.

Perhaps because someone had told them about the girl asking her parents to change her mentor.
In the next lesson, the mercenary suddenly said to the girl,
“Were you not satisfied with the lessons?”
The girl desperately shook her head.
During the lessons, the girl gathered more information about the mercenary.

What she learned was that the mercenary before her was not just a mercenary who took on requests, but a Sword Demon.
All she knew was that he was a superhuman who had killed so many people across numerous battlefields that he was nicknamed the Ghost of the Sword, and that he had a fierce personality to match.
The Ghost of the Sword who had led numerous battlefields to victory.
If she said she wasn’t satisfied with the lessons to such a demon, who knows what would happen to her.
She might even be killed regardless of her status.

However.
“If there’s anything that bothers you, tell me directly each time. The sooner corrections are made, the better.”
“I’m not very skilled at teaching someone either, so you need to tell me immediately if anything seems odd.”
Unlike his nickname, seeing the somewhat naive-looking mercenary, the girl’s eyes widened.
The mercenary was not as fierce as she had thought, but rather a gentle person.
It was from then on that the girl truly regarded him as her mentor.

Our journey began as soon as the sun rose.
Sergeant Lucas and Lieutenant Melen, who had regained consciousness, were prepared to move at any time as befitting the Intelligence Department, and Princess Arlea didn’t seem to have any luggage, just as it was said she had suddenly appeared in the southern part of the Empire.
Moreover, thanks to the carriage provided by the Empire, we could travel comfortably.
Clatter clatter.
“……”
In the shaking carriage, Princess Arlea and I maintained silence.
It was closer to a natural silence arising from having nothing to say, rather than there being any particular issue.
The problem was that there were only two of us in this carriage.
The Empire had clearly sent a carriage that could accommodate four people, but Lieutenant Melen and Sergeant Lucas had left the carriage under the pretext of guarding the surroundings.
Certainly, although Princess Arlea’s matter is confidential, those who know, like Beatrice, already know, so it wouldn’t be strange for anyone to approach.
In that sense, it’s not unusual for the two of them to be on guard duty.
It’s just that I have nothing to say to Princess Arlea.
After an hour of silently observing the outside scenery with closed mouths.
“Since when?”
Princess Arlea spoke first.
“Pardon?”
“Since when have you been with the Empire’s Special Forces?”
A sudden personal question.

Originally, when I was in the Special Forces, we were trained not to have personal conversations with anyone except fellow unit members, but since Princess Arlea’s expression seemed to indicate she didn’t want this silence, I slowly opened my mouth.
“I think it’s been a little over five years.”

Although I’ve left and come back now, if I consider the actual time I spent in the Special Forces, it’s a little over five years.
“Five years, huh. I heard that if you’re in the Special Forces, although the work environment is tough, the monthly pay and benefits given within the Empire are good.”
“The Empire has a lot of money. If you’re in the Special Forces, you can live as well as most nobles.”
“Then you must be doing well?”
“Well… I guess so.”
“That’s good.”

I tilted my head at her last words, but Princess Arlea slightly turned her head as if she had misspoken.
Although I had a moment of doubt, I thought it was probably nothing and brought up a different topic.
“What are your plans when you meet His Majesty the Emperor like this?”
“Hmm, seeing how quickly the contact came, we’ll probably be able to meet His Majesty quite soon. If we meet like that, I’ll probably cooperate in arresting Kyle Amillan as I said before, right?”
It’s the answer I had already anticipated.
I pretended to hesitate for a moment before bringing up the main point I had prepared.
“When you meet him, do you really intend to kill him?”
“Yes.”

Princess Arlea affirms that she will kill me without a moment’s hesitation.
Although I had expected her to answer like this, actually hearing it directly doesn’t make me feel very good.
I desperately managed my expression in front of the princess and then asked the reason.
“Is it because of the fall of the Kingdom of Raziel?”
Her and my homeland. The Kingdom of Raziel.
Is it because I’m the one who destroyed that kingdom?
The princess’s eyes widened at my question.
As if wondering how I knew that fact.
“How do you know that?”
“Although it’s been forgotten as the kingdom fell, the fact that Kyle Amillan directly destroyed his own homeland is a fact remembered by some within the Empire. The amount of the current bounty was also set including that incident.”

In reality, most citizens believe that the Kingdom of Raziel perished due to an unfortunate accident.
However, countries directly affected by the fall of the Kingdom of Raziel, including the Empire’s Special Forces, confirmed the inside story in some way, and most came to one conclusion.
The Ghost of the Sword.
The conclusion that the sole survivor of the Kingdom of Raziel led a country to ruin.
‘It was certainly a bit dangerous back then.’
Although I committed all sorts of acts under the belief of saving the world, leading a country to ruin was the third most brutal thing I’ve done.
It was even more dangerous because I couldn’t change my identity and hide like I can now.
If it weren’t for His Majesty the Emperor’s help back then, I probably wouldn’t be alive like this now.
Well, now I have a bounty directly from that same Emperor, but anyway.
“If you’re trying to kill Kyle Amillan because of the fall of the Kingdom of Raziel, I think you might be mistaken. According to recent internal information from the Special Forces…”
“I know.”
“…Pardon?”
“I said I know. Master.”
Master?
What on earth…
As I opened my mouth in confusion, a loud commotion was heard from outside.
At the same time, someone knocked hard on the carriage.
It was Sergeant Lucas.
“Major Kyle! A large group of Contaminants is suddenly being generated around us!”
“Contaminants, you say?”
“Yes, most are between 30th and 20th grade, but there seem to be some late 10th grade Contaminants as well! They’re surrounding and escorting the carriage…!”
Sergeant Lucas quickly reports to me.
Lieutenant Melen is already handling the Contaminants with his sword drawn.
And the horde of Contaminants visible through the window.
Instead of being flustered, I quickly turned my head to look at Princess Arlea.
“Did you do this?”
“You’re already certain, yet you still want confirmation.”
“I asked if you did this.”
“And if you want confirmation.”
Princess Arlea nods.
At the same time, she took out a small scepter from her body.
A scepter emitting a bizarre energy that even my eyes couldn’t identify.
I’ve encountered objects emitting such energy before.
Outer God.
Evidence that cosmic beings who roam the outer sea and try to peek into our world carry the world through their contractors.
“Yes, I did it.”

What she possessed was evidence of such a contract.

“Sword Demon!!”
The King of the Kingdom of Raziel cries out.
His body was full of wounds, and blood burst out just from opening his mouth.
A body already dying.
However, the King, with an expression full of vigor, glared at the one he called Sword Demon and said,
“Why! Why did you interfere! Our god was about to descend to save us!!”
A god wandering the outer sea.
That god, connected to the scepter passed down through generations in the kingdom, had promised them salvation.
The god’s covenant is always fulfilled as long as the person who made the contract carries it out.
Therefore, the King made a covenant to save the citizens of the kingdom.
To discard the cumbersome physical bodies of this world and save their souls.
“Why, you ask?”
And to the King’s cry, the Sword Demon who had thrown away the scepter far away said,
“I have nothing to say to fools who call for destruction. Because you wouldn’t understand anyway.”