Lord Salvator

"Protect the Saint! Don't let them breach through!"

They must possess great talents and abilities that almost make them superhuman—blessed by the gods, born with great constitution that simply elevates them from everyone else. They were geniuses and prodigies and the ideal of many, the epitome of morals and everything that is Good.

"Damn it, are we really going to die here?"

Heroes were important in this world to defeat the Demon King's army. They accompany the Saint of Salvare to purify the lands of them, often to protect the Saint from further harm.

"If only we had the Salvator with us . . . !"

But it's been years, decades, since a hero last appeared, and the Demon King's army grew stronger without a hero to quell them. The Saint's blessings weren't enough anymore. Even though they bought the world more time to look for other alternatives, it drained more and more Saints in the process, shortening their already-short lives even more.

"Quick, take the Saint and leave! We can't win this!"

That was, until the Tower of Wysa discovered an ancient grimoire detailing a ritual to summon a hero from another world.

"Junpei, no! Get back here!"

Which went as well as it would have when trusting really old books with questionable methods—they attempted to conjure themselves a hero, but nothing happened in their immediate vicinity. Dismayed and caught up in their failure, the mages didn't notice the star shooting across the night sky and falling towards a small home in the countryside, born to a happy couple who just had their first child.

Unfortunately, that was me.

The borrowed sword in my hand flashed gold as I gripped it tightly, channeling my innate Holy Sors into the metal before rushing towards the Saint and cutting down the demons standing in my way. Their screeches as they fell and disintegrated grated on my ears, but I didn't let that stop me, not when I had a mission to do—if the Saint died today, we'll never have a future.

Speaking of the Saint, her strained voice reached my ears, attempting to purify the Demon Lieutenant wreaking havoc towards her direction, a Sors circle forming and expanding on the ground, emanating holy energy. Facing a demon twice her size, her back was facing me, her long, black hair flying around her. She seemed too focused to notice the minor demons making their way to her, so I quickly disposed of them and planted myself behind her, protecting her from other external threats.

To my surprise, she spoke to me.

"Yesterday, you told me you weren't the Salvator." I could hear her gritting her teeth as the Sors circle under our feet glowed brighter, supplying my own mana into it.

"I wasn't, when you asked me." Swinging my sword, I decapitated a demon moving to jump at us, and it scattered into ashes. "I don't consider myself as the Salvator."

Thanks to the Tower of Wysa, I was summoned to be Literra's hero when I could have enjoyed my life back on Earth, but then maybe not, as I was on the train fighting a terrorist from bombing the cabin, before I was surrounded by a bright light and sent to this world . . .

No use remembering it now.

A huff from her. "And now you do?"

I hummed. "I still don't. I'm just a man who wants to survive this campaign long enough." I stepped in front of her to meet her eyes—gray eyes glimmering with constellations, questioning and disbelieving. "Just watch over me if you want to defeat this monster, Saint."

And I rushed towards the Demon Lieutenant, my mana flowing through me and into the sword I'm using. I didn't have battle experience except for hunting wild game, but I thought I could use that experience at least. After all, I'm just hunting a really dangerous and bigger predator. How hard can it be?

It didn't also help that I could feel a certain god's gaze, and I knew I wouldn't be able to half-ass anything with them watching.

Since this was my debut as the Salvator.

The god who took my soul told me I was a hero, for I displayed those qualities before I died, but I didn't want to be a hero. I knew I was the farthest thing from it, and I wanted to live simply in this life.

Alas, I have no choice but to play out my fate.

The Demon Lieutenant zeroed in on me with its beady eyes, considering I was glowing like a lightstick thanks to the Saint's support, but I didn't stop my advance. To purify a demon with this caliber, I have to target the Sors gem on its chest to weaken it enough so we can sever its connection to the Demon King and kill it.

How did I know that? My heroic instincts told me so. This power was unfamiliar to me, but that god told me to trust it, so I will.

A scaly arm lashed out towards me and I instinctively jumped to avoid it, my mana making my body feel lighter and move faster. The Sors from the Saint made my sword glow brighter, becoming more balanced in my grip, and I brought it down towards the Demon Lieutenant's shoulder. 

Black blood flowed from its wound, and it roared before grabbing for me, its Sors stone winking at me. I barely avoided it by luring it away from the soldiers and injuring it further all over its body, slowing it down, but I can't keep this chase up for a long time. I need to find a way to drive this sword into that gem.

"Lord Salvator, we'll back you up!"

Threads of light wrapped around the Demon Lieutenant's body, keeping it in place, before a burst of purple fire erupted and hit it on its face, making it fall on its back with another roar. The attacks didn't seem to hurt it, but its skin sizzled where the golden ropes touched it, and it struggled to claw them off.

"Damn, this demon's skin is tough. Adeline, keep it tight!"

More ropes wrapped around the demon, immobilizing it completely. "You don't need to tell me twice, Rita. Lord Salvator, now's your chance!"

They didn't need to tell me twice either—I was already moving when the Demon Lieutenant fell. For a demon twice my size, it's fairly thin and lanky, and I was able to put my foot on its chest to stop it from moving too much. Raising my sword, I aligned the tip right in the middle of the obsidian gem on its chest, letting the Holy Sors of the Saint flow through me and accumulate into the blade.

The demon's beady eyes shook, reptilian jaws snapping at me, wanting to tear my arm out. It couldn't talk, but I understood its fear and anger very well.

Despite that, I had to end this.

"Return to the Mara whence you came."

I plunged the sword deep into its core, and the demon's form shattered and disintegrated into the air, taking my sword with it.

Never to be seen again.