Suici*de by Raising a Heroine

1 – suicide failure

Being an immortal human being is quite a fascinating story.

From the past until now, countless people have struggled to live as long as possible, and have tried hard not to die somehow.

Rich people with quite a bit of money and nobles with quite a bit of power also made efforts to protect their wealth and power, and living a long time was the biggest goal and the most earnest goal among those efforts.

Only then will you be able to enjoy your present life forever. In the process, it would be perfect if, by any chance, they reached the realm of immortality beyond immortality.

But I only had one thing to say to those idiots aiming for immortality.

fuck or fuck

The first thing needed to achieve immortality is, of course, super-regeneration ability. Immortality without super-regeneration is meaningless.

What’s the point if you’re still alive when your body is torn in half by the claws of monsters?

No matter how severely the body is damaged, it is only when there is a super regenerative ability to restore it in a short time that immortality also has meaning.

If so, there is one question we must have here.

What does the regeneration of super-regeneration ability define as ‘damage’ and trigger?

For example, human muscles can grow and exert greater force in the process of repairing after being torn by intense exercise.

But what if super regenerative ability defines muscle tear as damage and restores it to its original state?

There is one more thing.

The mana circuit that circulates inside the human body is torn and restored in the process of releasing mana, and grows so that more mana can be released at once.

But what if the super-regeneration ability defines torn mana circuits as damage and restores them to their original state?

The answer was obvious.

nothing grows muscles too. Mana Schematic.

Everything about this damn body.

You can’t add power by wrapping mana around your weapon, you can’t protect your body by wrapping mana around your body, or you can’t use body reinforcement through mana.

What even low-level adventurers manage to do, only I couldn’t do it.

The difference was colossal.

No matter how good your swordsmanship is, if your weapon can’t pierce the mana wrapped around your body, it’s useless. And I did.

It wasn’t until a very long time had passed that I realized this fact. And as soon as I realized that fact, I ran out of the Mage Tower where I had been involved for hundreds of years for research.

To get rid of this immortality, this immortality, this curse.

“It’s like a fucking lizard.”

After raising my regenerative power and brushing off the shiny bits of dirt stuck in my palm, I looked down at the pit I had just climbed.

The nearby land had melted so much that it would be more appropriate to call it a ravine rather than a pit. Looking at this look, I climbed up, but I wondered how I came up with the idea to do this.

Seeing that it burned the forest and melted the ground simply by spewing out fire, it was certainly worthy of being referred to as the breath that sets everything on fire.

It’s because I, who should have died, survived even though I was beaten straight up.

The dragon flew into the sky while exploding the mountainside where it slept, and it went mad for almost the whole day and breathed its breath at me.

My whole body melted and regenerated repeatedly throughout the day, and in the end, the dragon was the first to run out of patience in this messy fight.

By the time the evening sun, which had gone down with the sunset, changed its name to the morning sun from the other side and appeared again, the dragon let out a loud roar for the last time, perhaps realizing that this action was pointless.

And it spewed out blue flames, not red flames, towards me.

This huge pit, so deep that you couldn’t even see the bottom, was the masterpiece of the last blue flame.

I was buried deep underground with the ground melting in real time, and the dragon that had put me in the ground like that went off somewhere.

It had just been a while ago that I had climbed up from that far-off basement, smashing the earthen walls that had turned to porcelain with my bare hands due to the high heat.

To be honest, I couldn’t have climbed up even if the slope was a little steeper.

“Now what?”

I muttered as I looked around the surrounding forest where nothing was left of being scorched black. The bag and weapon I brought here shared the same fate as the surrounding trees when the forest burned.

In other words, all I had was my clothes and my body.

‘I was asked to collect herbs as an excuse to come here.’

And I put the herbs I gathered in my bag.

Since the bag was destroyed by fire, the herbs in it must have been the same. How could a leather bag and grass withstand the melting temperature that even an iron sword could not withstand?

I put my hand in the inside pocket of my clothes and rummaged through it, but the inside pocket was empty. Well, the request isn’t clothes, so you couldn’t play it with me.

As long as the record of my request to the Adventurer’s Guild remained, the request didn’t matter. After all, other adventurers often blow up the request form anyway.

The problem was the medicinal herb, which was the requested product.

‘Did you really think that the dragon would destroy even its temporary rare just to kill me?’

I grumbled as I thought to myself. It’s certainly not as high as their actual rarity, but the existence of a dragon, a spiritual creature, changes the surrounding environment.

The inside of the volcano where the dragon slept soundly was no different from a half-rare area. But I didn’t know that he would smash it with his own hands to kill me.

That was the reason why all sorts of things evaporated, including the bag and the steel sword that I had left nearby to take if I hadn’t died after the suicide.

Because the area around the volcano was blown away. If the dragon only ran rampant inside the volcano as I planned from the beginning, none of this would have happened.

But what about now? The incident has already happened, and I have to return to the Adventurer’s Guild after walking for two weeks without moving, and have to confirm that the request has failed.

‘If I told you that I met a dragon and burned all the herbs, they would surely ask how I met a dragon and survived?’

I couldn’t honestly answer that it was just hit and played. I’m nominally a low-level adventurer. In fact, it’s just that level except for the ability to regenerate.

The problem is that I thoroughly concealed the fact that I had this regenerative ability.

The reason why I stayed in the position of the lowest-ranking adventurer that people would not pay much attention to was also the main purpose of asking them not to pay attention to me.

So, as an excuse for the question of why even such a simple request failed, you need to find another answer.

What’s more, the other idiots aren’t even creatures, they’re dragons. It was hard to believe that no one had seen it when the dragon breathed its breath all day long and went mad.

Probably by now, the report has gone up to the lord of the city near this forest, and the lord must be having some headaches about how to deal with this unexpected lightning strike.

“Ah, the damn lizard is real. How can you not kill a single person and make me worry about this?”

I wouldn’t have to worry about this if I had just died cleanly here.

“First of all, monsters appear in the middle and say that they are late because they took a detour… … I went to collect herbs and heard that a dragon appeared, so I just returned because my life is precious… … .”

I stopped talking until. Life is precious, la.

well Of all the people on this continent, I must be the one who doesn’t care about their own lives the most. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been looking for a dragon for 8 years to commit suicide.

I repeated the phrase “I just came back because my life was precious” over and over again, but I just gave up because I couldn’t put it into my mouth. It would have been quicker to find another excuse.

“I heard that a dragon appeared, so I was worried that it would be dangerous… … Oh, this doesn’t come out right… … yes?”

While I was diligently rolling my head to find the words to replace my life, I saw someone in armor approaching me from far away.

The armor that was wrapped around the whole body shone in a brilliant silver color. It was a stark contrast to the devastated forest, all scorched and still flying with the embers still not fully extinguished.

Even though this completely burnt area was a scene worthy of being called a hell that descended to the ground, there was no hesitation in the steps toward me.

The distance got closer and closer.

The blonde hair, which seemed to have been woven from molten gold, was tied together and hung long at the back of her head.

The two blue eyes looking straight ahead, the sharp nose, and the peach-colored skin were enough to mesmerize the viewer.

A royal family crest drawn on the left side of the chest glove, where the heart is. What that meant was clear.

Royal Knights.

I was taken aback when I saw the armor walking this way. Suddenly, I felt that our eyes met each other.

“Lord!”

“Sere-”

And before I could even finish thinking about it, it literally ran towards me in the blink of an eye.

No, I’ve reached the distance where you can hug me just by hitting the ground once, so it’s more accurate to say that I flew.

The blonde haired female lady held me in her arms with the expression of a loyal dog greeting its owner who had been away for a long time.

ㅡPudeuk.

“Ouch.”

smashed my ribs

The problem was twofold. The first is that this knight who jumped into my arms was wearing the armor of the Royal Knights, which could deflect even a fairly strong steel sword even without mana.

And the second is that the speed of such a female knight was fast enough to be worthy of the expression speed.

As soon as the armor and my chest collided, my ribs against the chest plate shattered with a terrible sound.

Smashed to pieces, the ribs burrowed into the lungs, pierced through the internal organs and turned the whole body into a mess.

The blonde hair with a big smile pushed into the place where the ribs were smashed and hugged him.

The moment my body, which was unable to fully absorb the shock even with my flimsy upper body, was about to bounce back, the female knight’s arms hugged my waist tightly.

At the same time, the sound I had heard from my ribs came from my spine. With a click, the intestines were pushed upward, and sticky blood vomited from the mouth.

“Ahh… … Lord, Lord! I really missed you!”

The culprit who had splintered my ribs, ripped out my lungs, messed up my internal organs, and shattered my spine was hugging me tightly and rubbing his face against my chest with a happy expression.

If it had a tail, it would probably be shaking at an invisible speed.

Blood leaked from my mouth and dripped down my chin, soaking my blond hair, but I didn’t care at all and eagerly sniffed my arms.

I tried to push him away by grabbing his shoulders with both of my good arms, but he didn’t budge. It felt like pushing a huge mountain rather than pushing a person.

Eventually, he gave up and called her name in a small voice.

“Serena… … How did you get here?”

Serena Elizabeth.

It was the name of this armored knight who serves as the 1st Knight Commander of the Royal Knights and serves as his lord.