The Last Place Hero’s Return - Chapter 108

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Chapter 108. The Blonde is Too Much (3)
That evening.
The Orphanage children, exhausted from playing energetically throughout the day, had gone to bed earlier than usual.
After all the children had fallen asleep.
“Hic… why… why am I….”
Quiet sobs leaked from the Orphanage Restroom.
Click.
Soon the door opened and Juliet Kang, having finished her transformation, walked out.
“Wow.”
“That’s… quite impressive.”
Soft exclamations escaped from both Iris and me as we watched Juliet Kang emerge.
Even in photographs, I had thought the look suited her, but seeing it in person like this, she appeared so natural that one wouldn’t think she was a man at first glance.
‘The original material is quite handsome, after all.’
It wasn’t for nothing that the newly enrolled female Candidates had been following Juliet Kang around.
‘Though… looking closely, you can still tell she’s a man.’
The thick neck line, broad shoulders, and the pelvic curve extending from the waist made it clear that she was indeed ‘male’.
But.
‘In a dim Slum District like this, it wouldn’t be easy to distinguish.’
No matter how superhuman a hero’s body was compared to ordinary people, they couldn’t see through darkness as clearly as in daylight.
“It’s fortunate that Camilla Bediche’s clothes fit.”
“Well, Camilla Bediche is quite tall for a woman, after all.”
The clothes Juliet Kang was wearing now were ones that Antonio Priest had purchased long ago as a gift for Camilla Bediche.
Since Camilla Bediche had refused, saying she didn’t wear such flowy skirts, the outfit had remained in the Orphanage, and Juliet Kang was wearing it instead.
“Never mind the height—what about the chest?”
Camilla Bediche wore a complicated expression as she watched Juliet Kang in the clothes she had once been gifted.
She pulled out a few leftover pieces of bread from her bag that the children had eaten and continued speaking.
“If we stuff some bread in there….”
“No, wait. The chest length is no different from men’s clothing, so I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”
Juliet Kang smoothed down the chest area, which clung snugly without any empty space, and shook her head.
“…Tch!”
Crunch.
The bread in Camilla Bediche’s hand was crushed miserably.
“…Dale.”
Antonio Priest approached me with a worried expression.
“I’m truly grateful that you’re willing to get involved in this unpleasant incident. However….”
Antonio Priest trailed off.
“This case is simply too dangerous for a Candidate to resolve.”
Antonio Priest said this and shook his head.
“Of course, I know you possess excellent skills from what I saw during the Sealing Festival last time… but the culprit in this case is a powerful hero that even Powerman couldn’t apprehend.”
It was natural that Antonio Priest would worry about me like this.
Powerman and Rascal Joe.
Heroes from the Republic, they had boldly secured their place at rank 86 on the Three-Nation Hero Rankings—formidable warriors indeed.
Heroes more renowned than their rankings would suggest.
Though not widely known now, the name “Powerman” Rascal Joe would become legendary across the entire Continent within a few years.
After all, he was such an extraordinary hero.
Despite possessing rank-tier strength, he belonged to no organization, instead roaming the streets alone to hunt down and eliminate the most heinous criminals.
He insisted on calling himself a hero—no, a Hero.
Though the dictionary might define them identically.
In reality, they meant something entirely different.
If anything, the word “hero” had strayed far from its original meaning in practice.
For five hundred years, those who received stigmata from the Seven Gods had been called “heroes” by tradition.
Yet not all of them were truly heroic—protecting the weak and standing against evil.
Most were merely ordinary humans consumed by self-interest, indistinguishable from anyone else in the world.
But Rascal was different.
He patrolled the night streets without seeking any reward, protecting the vulnerable and confronting the wicked—a true Hero, not merely a hero.
Though rumors suggested his mind was somewhat peculiar.
Naturally, the garish epithet “Powerman” had not been bestowed upon him by gossip-mongers.
Even with their notoriously poor naming sense, they would never be so tasteless as to attach such a ridiculous title to someone’s name.
He apparently wore a full-body suit and called himself Powerman.
Honestly, I had no desire to meet him in person.
Regardless.
“There’s no need to worry about that,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
“I’ve grown considerably since the Seal Festival.”
I was strong enough to face the Archbishop head-on now—there was no reason to fear some deranged pervert.
“However…”
Antonio Priest couldn’t easily shake his worried expression despite my reassurance.
I understood.
Even if he’d witnessed me slicing through dozens of magical beasts in an instant, how could he possibly imagine that a mere Candidate without official hero credentials possessed strength rivaling the Archbishop?
“Dale will be fine.”
“…Saint?”
“Dale is far stronger than you think, Father.”
Iris’s eyes shone with profound trust in me.
“Hmm. If the Saint speaks so highly of him… very well.”
Antonio Priest nodded and stepped back.
“Shall we depart then?”
I turned to Juliet Kang and gestured with my chin.
“Follow from behind. Signal me immediately if anything happens.”
“Sigh… understood.”
Juliet Kang exhaled and nodded.
Juliet Kang sighed and nodded her head.
He turned his head as he was about to leave the Orphanage and asked.
“Dale, is there any alcohol here by chance?”
“Alcohol? Why the sudden interest in alcohol?”
I tilted my head in confusion at Juliet’s unexpected suggestion.
“If it’s alcohol, I have a bottle of wine in my room.”
“Could you give that to me?”
Juliet Kang accepted the wine bottle from Antonio Priest.
“Gargle… ptooey!”
Juliet Kang gargled with the wine and spat it onto the floor.
That wasn’t enough—she also spread the wine around her neck and wrists.
The pungent scent of alcohol spread instantly.
“Phew.”
Juliet Kang took a deep breath, tousled her hair, and unbuttoned several buttons on her shirt.
In that state, she left the Orphanage and walked through the Slum District shrouded in darkness.
“Haah…!”
Whether by accident or intentionally, she let out nasal moans mid-stride and swayed her body.
“Haa, haa.”
Rough, ragged breathing.
Disheveled clothes and hair.
The thick scent of alcohol seeping from her body.
To any observer, she appeared unmistakably like an intoxicated woman who had lost her senses.
And in this lawless street, a beautiful woman drunk was the easiest prey for criminals.
‘What the hell is this bastard doing.’
I followed Juliet Kang from a distance, exhaling in silent admiration.
‘Why is she so good at acting like a woman?’
The performance, which displayed such profound skill, made me momentarily doubt that Juliet Kang was even male.
Pitter-patter!
Perhaps it was this wholehearted performance that bore fruit.
After wandering through the Slum District for about thirty minutes, footsteps echoed from beyond a shadowy Alley.
“Heh, hehehehe!”
A voice dripping with viscous desire.
The Black Robed Criminal burst from the Alley and stared at Juliet Kang with bloodshot eyes.
“Uh, hihihi! Blonde… blonde woman….”
The criminal drooled from his mouth and erupted in manic laughter.
“Eek…? Kyaa, kyaaaaaaah!”
Upon spotting the criminal, Juliet Kang fled toward where I was hiding.
“S-save me! Someone, please save me!”
Without even using voice modulation magic, Juliet Kang mimicked a woman’s scream with near-perfect fidelity.
“Wait there… pretty, you… hehehehe!”
The Black Robed Criminal shouted in broken speech and lunged after Juliet Kang.
“Faster, faster, faster… Run for your life!”
The Black Robed Criminal pursued Juliet Kang like a predator stalking prey.
True to my suspicion that he was a hero of considerable strength, his footsteps were swift as a beast’s.
“Got you, you bastard.”
I burst from my hiding place in the shadows of the alley, timing my assault perfectly as I tackled the Black Robed Criminal.
‘Berald Combat Arts.’
Mountain Breaker.
Whoosh!
My fist, wreathed in ashen aura, aimed directly at the Black Robed Criminal.
“Gack?!”
Boom!
The Black Robed Criminal, struck by the punch coming from an unexpected angle, was hurled violently against the wall.
“You… who… are you…?”
“Who? Well, who do you think, you scum.”
I walked toward the Black Robed Criminal with a wicked grin spreading across my face.
“Someone here to catch a deviant like you.”
“….”
Beneath the deeply pulled hood of his robe, I could see the Black Robed Criminal’s mouth twist into a sneer.
“Go ahead and try… if you can catch me!”
The Black Robed Criminal kicked off the ground and threw a punch at me.
Whoooosh!
A tempest of mana swirled around us.
A blue aura blazed fiercely at his knuckles.
‘He’s definitely got some skill.’
The power contained in that savage punch was formidable enough to send a chill down my spine.
‘But.’
That said.
He wasn’t an opponent I couldn’t handle right now.
“Hah.”
I sidestepped the punch lightly, grabbed his wrist, and drove my knee upward into his solar plexus.
“Gack!”
The Black Robed Criminal let out a strangled cry as the impact shattered his insides.
“Let’s see your face. Who are you really?”
As I reached toward the hood of the Black Robed Criminal, who was bent over with his wrist still firmly in my grip.
“Heh, hehehe…. Kyahahaha!”
The Black Robed Criminal erupted in maniacal laughter and twisted his wrist violently.
Crack!
His wrist twisted at an unnatural angle, slipping free from my grasp.
The Black Robed Criminal created distance and kicked toward Juliet Kang.
“Kyaaaah!”
“Don’t move!”
The Black Robed Criminal, who had seized Juliet Kang by the nape of her neck, glared at me with a sinister grin spreading across his face.
“Hehehehe! Take even one step and I’ll twist her neck right off.”
As he spoke, the Criminal buried his nose in Juliet Kang’s hair and drew in a deep breath.
“Ahhhhh. Yes! This scent… this is it!”
The Criminal trembled as he inhaled the fragrance of Juliet Kang’s golden locks.
“Truly, blonde hair is supreme… hehehehe!”
“You’re really that obsessed with blonde hair?”
“Of course! Hair should be blonde—nothing else should exist!”
“Is that so?”
I suppressed a smirk and nodded.
“What about male blonde hair?”
“…What?”
“I’m just wondering if you’d be fine with it even if it were a man’s.”
“Nonsense! It has to be a woman’s, of course! I have no interest in men’s hair!”
The Criminal declared this with absolute conviction.
“Hmm, I see. That’s strange though. From where I’m standing, I think male blonde hair would work just fine.”
“What are you talking about…?”
In that instant.
The Criminal’s gaze snapped toward Juliet Kang as he trailed off.
His grip on Juliet Kang’s nape wavered uncertainly, and he tilted his head in confusion before slowly lowering his eyes.
“Huh?”
A confused murmur escaped his lips.
“Why… is it there?”
The Criminal’s pupils began to tremble as he beheld something that should not exist.

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