Sentenced to Be a Hero (勇者刑に処す 懲罰勇者9004隊刑務記録)

This is really bad!

I'm a goner!

Hey!

Shit!

The fuath--

O Great Zelkoff, hear me.

What the heck is she doing over here?

Come on, let's go. Come on!

I must catch the coffin thief!

No. We'll make a run for it. Send the signal.

Run? Like a coward? But we swore to protect it.

Oh, shit!

This could be it for me!

- -

It can't be! You mean the Temple is--

Please, help me!

- -

Xylo!

Help me already! It's gonna eat me!

Stop moving! You're gonna bleed out!

It hurts. Let me die!

You can have me resurrected later!

Shut your mouth!

Like hell I'll haul your corpse around.

I'm begging you! I can't even use another body!

I mean, that's all they need to--

Listen up. It's not that simple.

Resurrecting a hero like us means dragging their souls

straight out of hell, and jamming it back

into their corpse.

It takes a nasty toll on your memory

and sense of self.

Have you died so many times you forgot the price? Well?

In any case, there is zero chance

the Holy Knights would even bother

to retrieve your body.

If you're so eager to die.

The least you can do is wait until I'm not watching.

Get ready to pull and brace yourself.

You know what's coming, so grit your teeth.

Well, you royally screwed up, moron.

Dotta.

Get a handle on those sticky fingers.

Couldn't help it.

I just so happened to spot the Holy Knights transport team.

Besides, isn't it their fault

for leaving the carriage undefended?

It would've been far easier not to steal from them.

I only told you to get eyes on the faeries. That's it.

Xylo.

I saw a lot of faeries out there.

Yeah, we're up against

a massive Demon Blight this time.

According to Command Central's briefing,

it's around 5,000.

Five thousand?

They can't expect us to hold that many at bay

all by ourselves!

They do.

The Demon Blight

will soon corrupt this entire forest.

We're here to help

those pathetic holy knights retreat.

No choice. And don't expect backup.

Don't get any funny ideas, either.

Try to run away,

and they'll blow your head clean off.

It's fine.

Why should I care?

I'm a hero, so I can just be resurrected

if things go south.

As long as there's a body, whether it's mine

or someone else's.

You don't get it, do you?

Every time you lose another chunk of who you are,

and before long, you become little more

than a walking corpse.

I refuse.

That will not be my fate.

Heroes are tools with no autonomy.

We're here to carry out our missions.

And that's all there is to it.

Delusions won't save you.

Let's get out of here.

Can't sit idly by while they tear apart the night.

Huh?

What is this thing?

Wait, is that... ?

-Are you out of your mind? -

What kind of crap is this?

Stealing a coffin and dragging it back here?

Good question. I can explain.

See, it looked real valuable,

and one thing led to another, as it does...

So, anyway, I thought it might come in handy,

that's why I brought it along.

Idiot! Do you really think this junk

was worth a faerie bite?

You're kidding me. Dotta.

This thing had better be empty.

- I don't know. - You what?

I mean, it seemed pretty heavy,

while I was carrying it.

Why in the hell would you steal a corpse?

Even for you, that makes no sense.

What can I say? It just happened, all right?

I acted without even thinking.

Anyway, that whole place was already swarmed by faeries.

Stop talking,

or I may kill you before the faeries can.

Wait, don't be hasty. We can leave it here

if we don't want it, then come get it.

If the knights are angry.

- -

From the looks of this coffin,

it's the body of a royal, noble, or high ranking Holy Knight.

If I'm lucky,

it'll be one of the people I've been wanting to knock out.

Well, she looks like someone important.

She is.

- And we're in trouble. - I figured.

She's gotta be a princess.

If only.

She isn't even a human.

That kid is a goddess.

What do you mean?

What I just said!

You stole a damn goddess!

That cannot be true.

Aren't goddesses a type of weapon

created a long time ago to fight demon lords?

That's right.

Humanity's last ray of hope. Or that was the idea, anyway.

I don't understand. She looks like a little girl.

But the goddesses I've heard about

were enormous, whalelike creatures,

or giant hunks of iron.

Time to move. Leave her in the coffin.

Right.

A hunting horn? Think it's the knights?

Judging by the loud volume, it's a scouting party

or flying column.

Their status. You can see them, can't you?

Looks like...

a band of fuath...

and...

people dead or dying.

Help me!

Shit! There are too many!

Hold the line, men, no matter what happens!

It's spreading faster than I expected.

They would've been prepared for faerie attacks,

but nothing like this.

I've heard enough! Let's go!

We should hide somewhere until it's over.

There's still a chance for some of them.

Huh?

A few stubborn asses who won't die.

It's in our best interest to save them.

Are you insane?

How is dying in our best interest?

Remember the mission.

Help the majority of the knights escape.

Every person we manage to save

increases our chances of success.

- Huh? - We're fighting.

I'll save 'em quickly.