Capítulo 52: Chapter 52. Hero of Pure White
I Will Eventually Embark on the Path of No Return Called a Hero - 52. Hero of Pure White
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What kind of existence I am?
Is it good or evil?
Are you evaluating yourself or others?
For Cyd, he can't be called kind, and every action he does is for himself, not because of his noble soul.
But the existence named Cyd is famous in Greece as Hero of Pure White, defeating demon bulls, slaying demon dragons, helping Jason get Golden Fleece, getting the blessing of the Gods, and within all these he is helping people. Because of rumors, Cyd's fame surpassed Hercules for a while.
Cyd is undoubtedly kind and noble, because he does what mortals are impossible to do without asking for anything in return.
Cyd happened to bump into the bandits attacking the village when they landed on the island said to be inhabited by Demeter. While sighing that the bandits and he were really destined, Cyd shot and subdued the bandits.
Simply put, as soon as the gauntlet was swung to the side, the ground torn by the dark dragon claw directly caused the bandits to kneel and surrender.
Then the villagers cheered, as if they had known Cyd for a while on the island.
The villagers shouted Hero of Pure White and led Cyd into the village, the young girls held the fruit and handed it to Cyd, as if hinting, when Cyd took the fruit, his fingers lightly crossed with Cyd at the back of his hand.
And Medusa seems to be regarded as Cyd's follower...
Looking at the expectant eyes around Cyd, Cyd understands why Hero of Pure White is so exaggerated.
People are weak, and in this world, there are always things that they can't solve no matter what, so they need hope and an existence that can solve their troubles.
It is precisely because of this that people worship the gods, because they are omnipotent, and the troubles of mortals are just a snap of their fingers in their eyes, but the gods are too temperamental. They solve their troubles and also give them adding a lot of more troubles, the disasters they solve are often caused by themselves, so there are heroes solving them.
Weak heroes will deal with bandits, strong heroes will deal with devil beasts.
But heroes are also human beings. They are just better than ordinary people. At the same time, they also have their own needs. I have helped you, and you must give me back. This is as it should be by rights. In order not to let heroes become their troubles, no matter how excessive the demands are, people will always agree. Sometimes the heroes take more than they should. But so, what?
Who made us unable to resist.
It is precisely because of this that some heroes are more excessive than bandits, wantonly plundering the wealth and women of the village on the grounds of remuneration.
But when they give up, they always have a small expectation in their hearts, looking forward to the emergence of a hero who can help the weak without asking for anything in return.
And just happened to Cyd appeared, maybe in his eyes he is not really as noble as the rumors, but people hope that he is so noble, because in this world people need hope.
Maybe there is only one Hero of Pure White, but people will still praise him and wait with hope, because they know that this world has real heroes, maybe one day when they are distressed heroes will come to them.
For this village, they waited until this day, Cyd appeared in front of them who were about to be attacked without warning, subdued the bandits with incomparable power, and did not ask them anything. Even the village chief's request, Cyd did not accept it, but only picked two apples from the tree.
He is a hero, and unlike other heroes, he has a pure white soul like snow.
When the village chief tentatively asked whether he could persuade Demeter to make the island's harvest better, Cyd agreed, and the villagers sang Cyd from the bottom of their hearts.
"If everything goes as I want, then life will be so boring~" Cyd threw the apple in his hand with a wry smile, "Should I laugh at this time?"
"If it was other people, they would have laughed up to the sky," Medusa nibbled at the apple.
The commoners were singing wildly, and the girl looked at him with eyes that men could understand. If it were another hero, they would have laughed twice and rode their horses.
"I'm just doing all this for myself, even if they don't mention me, I'll go to Demeter," Cyd looked towards the wild flower bush where Demeter stayed according to the villagers, "but what should I say?"
"Everyone sees the world differently," Medusa buried the apple core in the ground, "Even if the village's harvest is good, even if the villagers don't bring it up, as long as you go to Demeter, In their eyes you are for them, because they want you to do it, even if it's self-deception, they need a pillar."
"Demeter has been here, according to them, and don't know what it is the reason is that the harvest is not as good as usual… Ah ~ suddenly the pressure is a bit heavy," Cyd scratched the back of his head, he could already see the silhouette squatting among the flowers, "Despair is the reflection of hope, and the sense of gap caused by expecting failure is not enough. It's not a joke."
"Then just work hard," Medusa patted Cyd's shoulders on tiptoe, "I'm with you."
"Forget it. Anyway, I didn't do it for them to sing me, I just feel relaxed when I fail," Cyd rubbed Medusa's head and moved towards the silhouette squatting among the flowers and walked straight.
"Um...my daughter..."
As soon as he walked in, Cyd heard a lot of resentment, and many of the flowers around were withered.
"That... Demeter-sama?" Cyd tentatively asked Demeter, who was hugging her knees and burying her face in the flowers.
"Eh?" Demeter lifts her head looked towards Cyd with a little tear in the corner of her eye.
It is said that Demeter was a noble woman, tall, dignified and majestic.
"Ugh! Ahhhhh! Listen to me...my legs are numb..." Demeter wiped away tears and tugged at Cyd's sleeves, her beautiful blonde hair was not only a little messy, but also unremarkable. Few withered petals are on top.
"I'm listening," Cyd's mouth twitched, and Demeter, who was squatting with numb legs, sat aside.
"My daughter, Persephone, she actually said she's doing well now and that she's happy in Underworld," Demeter cried, holding Cyd's hand, "Why do you say that! As a mother, is it wrong to see better for my daughter? What good is that kind of gloomy man?!"
It seems that because the suppressed emotions were completely vented, the surrounding flowers all withered in an instant.
Cyd swallowed, feeling that the Goddess he thought was a good deal made his scalp tingle.
"My lovely Persephone, it must be that gloomy man who deceived you with rhetoric. Obviously, you liked the flowers here so much before, how can you be happy in that place where there is nothing!"
Demeter's grip on Cyd was getting harder and harder, as if she had fallen into a demonic barrier.
"No way! Mother is coming to save you!"
Demeter looked towards Cyd as she said that, and that persistent look made Cyd's scalp tingle.
"I heard you're a hero who can do anything."
"No, I'm just a passerby."
Cyd started trying to shake Demeter's hand, if it is normal, he would not dare to do so, but now Demeter's mental state is obviously wrong, maybe she will say to him in the next second, "Go and bring my daughter back."
Please! Her daughter is Persephone! And that gloomy man is Hades! Damn, this is it!
Anyway, it's daytime now, even if she really cursed him, he isn't afraid!
"Please!!!"
However, Demeter did not fly into a rage out of humiliation as Cyd thought, but directly hugged Cyd's thigh.
"Half a day! Persephone returned to Underworld half a day ahead of schedule, and still took the initiative to go back!"
Cyd was speechless, according to legend, Persephone only stays in Underworld for three months a year, the remaining nine months are here, even if it is half a day early, it doesn't matter.
But obviously this half-day was different in Demeter's eyes.
"She has always cried and said she didn't want to go back, so why do she say goodbye to her mother with a smile now?"
"Ugh! Ahhh! What if Persephone doesn't come back in the future?!"
"Well, after all, once a daughter is married, she can't get it back just like the water she poured out... ah..." Cyd subconsciously said, when he realized it was too late .
Demeter's eyes went blank, and the surrounding land began to dry up.
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