What she said is true.
Doro and Lisidorwei are waiting here.
Waiting until night, Doro suddenly said, "Lisidorwei, you should go."
"What?"
"I already know who's coming."
He raised his right hand, feeling the faint pain of the wound on it. This right hand still looked like it could move normally because his strength still remained, but that didn't mean he could exert any power with it. In a battle among masters, it was quite deadly.
Seeing his action, Lisidorwei also understood who the arriving person was.
"It's that thief!"
The thief who stole A·Gedora's honor and identity.
The so-called new Hero, Frodonick!
"Doro..."
"Lisidorwei, no need to say more. If it were someone else, you could be here, but if it's Frodonick, this is something I must solve myself."
There was always a sword hanging on his waist, a very ordinary sword. Lisidorwei could see at a glance the poor quality of that sword.
"Will you die?"
She asked like this.
"Will I die?" Doro found the question somewhat amusing, yet inexplicably felt a bit sad, "I won't die."
"Can you still pick up the sword and fight?"
"I can."
Lisidorwei then took a few steps back, her figure disappearing into the night.
Doro stood here alone, taking a bottle of wine from his pocket and pouring it into his mouth.
Until the bottle was almost finished.
"A·Gedora. This won't do."
Doro slowly crouched down, gently placing the wine bottle on the ground. Then he turned to face behind him: "Did she give you my location?"
"I have always been able to find you."
Frodonick looked at the man in front of him and had imagined countless times what it would be like to meet A·Gedora again, but now it seemed disappointing. This man's eyes didn't have even a hint of something called "fighting spirit."
"Do you want to die here?"
"Perhaps that's a good decision." Doro didn't object, he looked drunk, "Lisidorwei is about to die. If the Demon King still wants to be resurrected, then if I die, the people she can use will become fewer, forcing her to continue using Lisidorwei, thereby prolonging Lisidorwei's life."
A smile appeared under Frodonick's platinum helmet: "It sounds like you have no intention of defending yourself, A·Gedora. Are you admitting your collusion with Lisidorwei in reviving the Demon King?"
"Admit? Weren't you the ones who convicted me first? Do you think I haven't read the newspapers? No investigation, no interrogation, just a conclusion. Arrest execution, I don't remember the laws of the Human Central Empire being set like that."
"To those who betray humanity! There's no need to be constrained by the laws of the Empire!"
"Indeed. I used to say such things to justify my own justice, to erase the guilt in my heart, and to kill the Demon Race without any burden. You do seem fit, someone like you might be more suited to be the Hero, better adapted to this world."
His words carried no resentment, even though Frodonick had done such a thing in the past, this A·Gedora had not even a trace of anger. He just looked at himself with those murky and worn eyes.
Making Frodonick feel anger, suppressing his own fury, he suddenly seemed to realize something: "I get it! A·Gedora! You're saying such good things about me so I'll let you go! Ah~ this is truly a troublesome thing, for you betrayed humanity and attempted to revive the Demon King, plunging this world back into darkness, even for someone as merciful and compassionate as me, saving you would be extremely difficult... Let me think, if you kneel in front of me now and plead, I might do so."
"Ha!"
Doro just laughed a little.
But just that smile completely shattered Frodonick's emotions: "What are you laughing about!"
His figure instantly disappeared, kicking Doro and sending him crashing into the canyon wall, raising a huge cloud of dust.
The wine bottle that Doro had placed on the ground earlier had been shattered.
"Cough cough! Cough cough cough!"
Doro coughed as he stood up from the dust: "That wine bottle was high-class. It was the work of the Wilds school, full of artistic expression. You ruined it, someone would be angry."
"You drunkard!"
Frodonick drew the sword at his waist, a sword that shone with a cold light, a treasure of the Central Human Empire.
"A·Gedora! If you don't want to die! Draw your sword!"
Doro swayed his body, he looked like he wasn't even sober: "You think by killing me, you can become the true Hero?"
"What are you saying?"
"Do you think if you don't kill me, you're not a Hero?"
What is this person saying?
What's the point of such questions? Why isn't he drawing his sword? Does he really want to die?
"Since you want to die, I will fulfill your wish!"
His figure disappeared once more, instantly appearing in front of Doro, the dust surrounding Doro seemed a bit slow at this moment, not dispersing yet, and the sword had already cut through the gray veil, shining with a cold light.
Doro just sidestepped, dodging the slash.
However, Frodonick's swordsmanship was powerful, slashing at empty air, he immediately advanced into a horse stance upon landing, then turned the blade horizontally, changing a vertical slash into a horizontal cut.
Doro took a step back, pressing against the rock wall he had struck earlier, narrowly avoiding the horizontal cut.
Frodonick thrust forward again, his attack would not stop there.
Doro finally grabbed with his left hand, gripping his right hand.
"I always felt I was quite pathetic." The murkiness in Doro's eyes gradually faded as if he's sobering up, "The person I love and the people I protect united to betray me. To this day, I don't even dare to investigate the reasons for their betrayal. Was it for profit? For power? Was it because I did something wrong? Because of the shift in their love? Or maybe, from the beginning, I was just a tool for them to use? Just thinking about such things makes me feel suffocated and in pain. So, I'm a coward, I've been avoiding this for many years."
He spoke to himself, yet the strength in his hand was immense, making it difficult for Frodonick to pull away.
"But you're more pathetic than me, Frodonick."
Doro looked into the other's eyes and saw his reflection in them: "You cannot wield the Hero's Sword nor wear the Hero's Armor—those two things are called 'Hero.' In fact, Charlette once wore the Hero's Armor and used the Hero's Sword... Not being able to use such things, it's simply because you're not strong enough."
"Shut up!"
"You think by killing me you can replace me, but you're not even a match for anyone from our original team, you're so weak and small—it's perhaps because of your weakness and smallness that they chose you, because someone like you can be controlled, even if you want to do something, you can be easily eliminated. All they needed was the title of a Hero… You want to kill me, but I'll give you a piece of advice, Frodonick, once you kill me, your good days will be over. The true Hero dies, the false hero no longer has a necessity to exist."
"What are you saying…"
Doro grabbed onto the other's hand, then with a fierce swing!
The other was slammed into the center of the canyon, water splashing everywhere, as if it started to rain.
"I'm saying, you're even more pitiful than I am, kid!"