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Tate no Yuusha no Nariagari (LN) - Volume 15 - Chapter 11




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Chapter Eleven: The Lost Hero’s Diary 

The collected documents explained the extent of the damage that had been suffered during the previous revival. That extent was pretty extensive, from the look of it. As expected, they had summoned a hero to aid them and ultimately succeeded in sealing the Phoenix away again. 
“Ren, Motoyasu, Itsuki, do you know where the Phoenix is sealed?” I asked. 
“That mountain there,” Itsuki promptly replied, pointing to a mountain outside the window. It looked like something from one of those dusty old traditional Chinese landscape paintings. 
“Yeah, that’s the place,” Ren confirmed. 
“That’s right. Father-in-law, that’s the mountain,” Motoyasu added, just to be sure. 
“Okay . . . and in the game, how was the seal broken?” I asked. 
“You mean the quest itself? The Phoenix revives from the sealing inscription up there,” Ren informed me. 
“I see,” I said. 
Then we turned to look at more of the materials. There was a diary left by the hero who sealed the Phoenix away. It looked to contain everything from when he was summoned to fight the Phoenix, right up until he died of old age. This was what we needed—the knowledge of those who came before us. 
 
All we had to do was copy what the previous hero did and defeat the Phoenix that way. 
Of course, if you threw in the trouble we had with Ost, it might not go quite that smoothly. 
The diary described the days of fighting that took place after he was summoned to this other world and chosen as the hero of the Seven Star Gauntlets. I couldn’t really tell what kind of place he had come from. There was no mention of VRMMOs or superpowers. Maybe something closer to my world then, or Motoyasu’s? 
It was almost like an Internet novel written from real experience— something like that. Much of it was bragging about having defeated some annoying foe or another. There was also boasting about his forming a harem. I didn’t need to hear about that. All the sexy scenes with women could be cut too. I really didn’t care about him celebrating losing his virginity or all the details about how he met his first wife through to when they finally tied the knot. 
She had been a princess there when he was summoned, but for us that particular princess was pretty much a taboo word. Even her name would not be named. 
I needed to capture and execute her still. Just where was Witch hiding?! 
Anyway, was this how things were for everyone summoned here? Myself included? 

If I skipped too much, it felt like I might miss something important, so I read it carefully. I really needed to find some useful information quickly. 
 
Still, I had to start wondering what he was thinking, leaving this as his legacy for future generations. The only conclusion I could come to was that it was just for himself, an unfiltered outpouring of his feelings. It was written in Japanese, so no one in this world could read it. That meant he probably never intended for other people to understand this. Otherwise, he would have likely dramatized it up a bit. 
I read on and simply had to believe he didn’t intend to leave this behind. It would be too painful of a legacy otherwise. 
Ren looked a bit puzzled by it too. 
Motoyasu . . . was having Green read it. He was messing around with the feathers of all three of them. Could she even read Japanese? She did look like the smartest of the three, but still . . . 
Itsuki had an indifferent look on his face. I presumed he’d speak up if he spotted anything. 

I really needed this terrible piece of literature to hurry up and get to the Phoenix battle. With that in mind, I kept reading . . . and ended up reading it all. 
For some reason, most unnaturally, the key sections about the battle with the Phoenix and anything else relating to the four benevolent animals or the waves were completely missing. 
I’d also been hoping to learn something about methods to class up or the power-up method. 
“Hey. The very part we want is missing!” I said. 
“These are all the materials we have,” came the response. 
 
Really? The book was pretty beat up and barely legible. Maybe someone had intentionally removed the parts we wanted. That was what I almost wanted to think, seeing as how just the most important parts were missing. 
“There was conflict in this region and much was lost to fire,” the scholar revealed. 
“Fire that was pretty choosy about the pages it burnt,” I snarked. 
“I’m so very sorry . . .” the scholar apologized, checking over the pages again. 
“Naofumi, if there was ever someone here like that Makina in Q’ten Lo, that might account for the missing information,” Itsuki said. 
“Yeah, good point,” I agreed with him. Were there people like that everywhere in this world? People who plotted to destroy books and historical materials? 
“There’s one more thing, right here—a written copy,” the scholar said, handing over a sheaf of papers. They didn’t even have the decency to bind it into a book. It was full of holes too. 
Still, we managed to find—barely—some information on the Phoenix. 
The goal of the Phoenix . . . as its source . . . prevent . . . 
It cannot be sealed during the terminal wave. 
To defeat it . . . simultaneously . . . both . . . 
Its attack patterns— 

That was as much as we could read from the crappy copy. Halfway through, the Japanese basically fell apart and became unreadable. We only managed to make this much out with all the heroes working together. 

Cutting off just before talking about attack patterns—were you kidding? I almost demanded that the one responsible for “caring” for these texts be brought before me. 
“We discovered its purpose from the Spirit Tortoise and in Kizuna’s world. It’s to prevent the fusing of the worlds due to the wave,” Ren recapped succintly. 
“I’m not sure what good that does us,” I said. 
“I mean, if we’d fought it without meeting Ost, Kizuna, or the others, I doubt we’d ever have worked it out ourselves,” he said. 
That didn’t get us any closer to working out its attack patterns though. 
“Next, we have a mural that the hero from the past left behind. Please follow me and we can take a look at that,” the scholar revealed. 
“Sure,” I said. Hoping for something as enlightening as the one in the town of the Spirit Tortoise, we headed toward the temple—which, as expected, had been transformed into something of a tourist trap. 
 





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