Tate no Yuusha no Nariagari (LN) - Volume 5 - Chapter Pr

Prologue: Class Up 

I was standing in the main hall of the huge church that lorded over the town square in Melromarc. The enormous dragon hourglass stood in the center of the hall, a commanding presence. 

“Every time I come here I end up feeling the same way. That thing looks more ominous than holy.” 

“I feel the same way, Mr. Naofumi.” 

“The red sand is so preeeeety!” 

My name is Naofumi Iwatani. 

Back in the real world, I was an average otaku college student in Japan. 

I actually ended up here sort of by accident. I was killing time in the local library when I found an old book called The Records of the Four Holy Weapons. I started flipping through it only to black out and wake up again in the very world the book had been describing. I’d been summoned to serve as the Shield Hero. 

Apparently the whole world was living under the threat of something called the waves of destruction. 

Pretty soon I found out exactly what that meant. There were temporary waves that came at specified times. When the wave came, massive hoards of monsters appeared and attacked any person that happened to be living nearby. 

People from this new world had summoned me from my own world to help them fight against the waves. 

When I’d first arrived I was very enthusiastic—what could have been more exciting than adventuring in a whole new world? But then I met that woman . . . . Even now, most of the populace distrusts and hates me. It was all because of this woman, who was now officially known as Bitch. She had framed me for rape, lied about me, and dragged my reputation through the mud. 

It was all a lie, but I was chased out of the kingdom and sent out into the world by myself. My ruined reputation basically ensured that I would never find another adventurer to travel with me. 

Well, that’s what I’d thought at the time. Apparently I’d been mistaken. 

In the end, and I’ll explain it all later, I ended up falling behind the other three heroes that had been summoned. They effectively got a head start on leveling up. 

So not only was I unable to secure any help—I was also forced to fight in the battles of the waves. 

I did what I could to level up, and I managed to stay alive for a while. 

Eventually, I was able to take down some enemies that the other heroes had failed to defeat, but just when I thought things were looking up for me, I was framed for an even more serious crime. 

The country that had summoned me was called Melromarc. It was a human-supremacist country and ruled by a queen. 

Apparently the royal family was matrilineal, and the throne was passed down through the women in the family. 

The princess next in line for the throne was named Melty—and they framed me for her kidnapping. 

Melty was Bitch’s younger sister. She was . . . feisty, to say the least. 

Her mother trusted Melty much more than she trusted Bitch, and so she appointed Melty first in line to inherit the throne. 

I soon realized that there was only one way to clear myself of the charges that had been brought against me—I had to find out where the queen was and go visit her myself. 

Ultimately, I was able to meet the queen and clear my name. 

Once everything was out in the open, it was clear that the real perpetrator behind all the misery that had been heaped upon me was the national church in Melromarc—the Church of the Three Heroes. 

The gist of their dogma was that there were four weapons that represented their respective heroes. Of the four weapons, three were worthy of worship, while the other was worthy of derision. 

You’ve probably already guessed, but the hero worth the derision was the Shield Hero—me. 

So the reason for my persecution had its roots in the national religion, and whether or not I had raped anyone was not really the issue. 

The reason for all of this lay with the neighboring country, the country where demi-humans ruled. Melromarc had been locked in war with them for generations. 

Demi-humans were basically just like humans, except that they all had certain characteristics in common with animals. So while they looked and behaved like humans, they sometimes had animal ears or tails. 

At first, I wasn’t really sure what all that was supposed to do with me, but apparently the demi-humans had taken to worshiping the hero. 

So in the end, the citizens of Melromarc, as well as its king, had taken up arms against me because of religious dogma. 

Even now I get pissed off just thinking about it. 

Moving on—there was a single person that stood behind the whole conspiracy to ruin my life. It was the high priest of the Church of the Three Heroes. Eventually we came face-to-face and fought. I won, and that basically wrapped up the story of my persecution. 

But in the middle of our battle, I had to summon a cursed shield to defeat the high priest. The shield was called the Shield of Wrath, and I used its strongest skill, blood sacrifice. 

It was a complicated skill that damaged me as much as him. I was able to defeat him in the end, but I had to pay the price—the skill sapped my stats and left me incapacitated and cursed. 

I was, however, able to prove my innocence. I finally found myself on equal footing with the other heroes. And the queen had decided to make the official religion of Melromarc the Church of the Four Heroes. 

“It really seems like you only use your talents to make Mr. Iwatani suffer.” 

“Yeah, it really does.” 

The queen of Melromarc had declared that the king who had been standing in for her would be officially renamed Trash. She was in the middle of torturing him—by incasing his body in ice. 

To punish him for his actions as king while she had been away on diplomatic missions, to punish him for persecuting me, she’d changed his name and taken away his royal position. 

“ARRRRGGHHHHHH!” 

I looked at Trash—he was encased in ice up to his neck. 

He wore a look of agony, but he wasn’t broadcasting it to the queen who punished him. He was staring at me. 

I wished I could have taken real joy from seeing his pained expression . . . but I couldn’t. 

There was something sad about it, but I had to keep watching. 

He’d been sneaky, conniving. He’d done all he could to help the church accuse me of kidnapping princess Melty, and now he was receiving his due punishment from the real ruler of the country. 

But Trash hadn’t been involved with actions the church had taken on its own. 

A part of me thought we should just exile him and send him out into the world empty-handed. But if we weren’t careful who knew what something like that could lead to? Furthermore, their first daughter, Bitch, had been punished as well. She’d been stripped of her royal title, renamed Bitch, and would have to live the rest of her life as an adventurer with the pseudonym Whore. 

Furthermore, in her mother’s absence it seems Bitch had been living the high life off the Crown’s coffers. She now bore the responsibility of paying back all the funds she’d used to finance her own extravagance. 

On the surface the queen seemed to be an honest, decent human being. 

Recognizing the true threat of the times, the existential crisis faced by the whole world, she’d abandoned the national zeitgeist of human supremacy and reached out to their national enemy, the Shield Hero, for assistance. It seemed like she genuinely wanted to bring me into the fold. 

She hid her mouth behind a folding fan and appeared young, probably in her late 20s. She was very beautiful. 

To think that she had already given birth to two daughters—it didn’t really seem possible. 

“ARRRRGH!” 

Trash was still encased in ice, leaving only his neck and head free. He was staring at me hatefully. 

It was a simple cause and effect. He was the one that summoned me here, and then he went out of this way to make my life a living hell. The punishment was fitting. 

I turned to the queen and suggested she move on. 

“I think that’s probably enough for him. I’d rather you go ahead and let me participate in the class-up ceremony.” 

I’ve probably said enough to sum up the current state of affairs, and the beleaguered history of my persecution here. Now it was time to take a solid look at the problems I was still facing. 

For whatever reason, this world I found myself in functioned much like a game. Everyone had levels, and they could level up by defeating monsters and accruing experience points. When you leveled up, your abilities tended to grow more powerful as well. 

When your abilities got stronger, your stats increased, which would enable you to battle stronger monsters that previously would have defeated you easily. 

That was one of the more interesting aspects of the world: the harder you worked, the more powerful you became, and the power was immediately useful. 

But of course there were problems with the system as well. 

As the Shield Hero, I was equipped with the legendary shield from the moment I was summoned here. The shield’s abilities severely limited the amount of damage I was capable of doing. In fact, even if I attacked an enemy with my bare fists and pummeled it all day long, I was unable to do any appreciable damage at all. 

Not that it was all bad news. The shield came with an enormous defense rating and a number of very special skills. 

All that was well and fine, but if I was unable to deal any damage on my own, I was effectively prevented from participating in battles by myself. 

As if that weren’t bad enough, the persecution and reputation I was suffering under made it impossible to find anyone that would consider traveling with me. 

“Huff . . . I suppose you’re right.” 

“Are you finally finished?” 

Raphtalia whispered to herself, her exasperation evident. 

Raphtalia was a girl that traveled with me. When I was unable to find anyone that would help me, I ended up buying her as a slave. It was the only way I could get an attacker on my team. 

She was a demi-human, so she had as hard of a time living in Melromarc as I did. 

She had the ears and tail of a Tanuki, and I think she was called a “raccoon-type” demi-human. When I’d bought her she had only been a little girl. But apparently demi-humans’ physical bodies grow in response to their level, so she grew up very quickly as we battled our way through the countryside. 

Now she looked to be around 18 and was a cute, attractive girl. 

When the first of the waves of destruction arrived, she lost the village where she’d grown up—and both of her parents. 

After traveling together for so long, I’d come to see myself as a sort of surrogate parent to her. 

In a way, she felt like my child. She was an accomplice I could depend on. 

“Still, I could watch Trash get tortured all day . . . .” 

I flashed Trash a smile. 

“Mr. Naofumi!” 

“Grr . . . shield!” 

“BE QUIET!” 

The queen immediately put a stop to Trash’s protests while Raphtalia put me on notice. 

As if I didn’t know. Raphtalia was always very serious. 

Still, she kept a close watch on me. Whenever it looked like I was going to lose control, she stepped in and tried to put out the fire. 

“Master! When is this gonna be over?!” 

“Soon enough.” 

The girl who just whined at me was named Filo. 

At the moment she looked like a little blonde girl. A prominent cowlick stood up from the crown of her head, and she had small angel-like wings protruding from her back. 

She was one of my companions too. 

She’s . . . a little harder to explain than Raphtalia though. 

“What’s taking so long?” 

I’d originally bought her egg from a lottery-like game with plans to keep her as a pet. 

When the egg hatched, a filolial emerged. Filolial were large bird-like monsters that were often seen pulling carriages down the street. 

However, if a filolial was raised by a hero, it would grow into something else altogether. 

I guess that was what caused it. At some point, she gained the ability to transform into this young angel-like human form. 

Had she been a human, she would have looked like a young girl around 10 years old. Her real form, for whatever that’s worth, was a large bird. 

When in her bird form, she was actually something called the filolial queen. 

She had a powerful attack and was a very important member of my team, but because she was originally a bird she had a tendency to be louder and more obnoxious than necessary. 

We sometimes traveled around the country selling wares to raise funds. Whenever we camped in the fields, she was invariably the first one awake— and she’d wake me the second she woke up. 

Furthermore, Filo ended up becoming best friends with the younger princess, Melty, when we traveled together. 

Personality-wise, she was a very naïve little girl, with a tendency to make inappropriate outbursts at inconvenient times. Honestly, she’d be a lot cuter if she’d learn to keep her mouth shut. 

“You’re thinking something meeeean!” 

“I guess that’s true.” 

Raphtalia and Filo both could be very perceptive. Whenever it looked like I was turning rude thoughts over in my mind, one of them would immediately notice. 

Anyway, those two are my closest friends here. 

So the reason that we were in the church gathered around the dragon hourglass had to do with the leveling up system in this world. 

The leveling system actually has a ceiling in place—not for heroes like myself, but for normal people in the world. 

Raphtalia and Filo had both reached the leveling limit—which was level 40. 

If anyone wanted to level past 40, they had to go through something called a class-up ceremony. 

The ceremony itself utilized the dragon hourglass, which was controlled by the country. 

The hourglass itself had other uses. For one thing, it was a countdown to the arrival of the next wave of destruction. But it also served a necessary role in the class-up ceremony. 

We had already tried to go through the class-up ceremony once before, but Trash had stepped in and prohibited us from participating. 

That was all well and fine for me, but he had created a situation where neither Raphtalia nor Filo was able to level any further. 

When all the investigations and talks were over, I addressed this issue to the queen, and she summoned Trash to get the truth out of him. 

But Trash was equivocal, giving excuse after excuse. It took encasing him in a block of ice to get him to speak the truth—but he eventually did. 

I grinned as I watched him confess. I guess it makes me look bad to admit that though. 

I didn’t care. That man had made our lives a living hell for months. Couldn’t I take some degree of pleasure in his downfall? Anyone that saw me smiling at his misery would think I was a bad person though. 

“By the way, what happened to the sisters that lived here?” 

The last few times I’d come to the church it was filled with nuns who treated me terribly. But now when I came to the church all the nuns were gone. They’d been replaced by soldiers. 

“They accompanied the high priest to the battle field and have therefore all been arrested.” 

That seemed reasonable. As far as I was concerned, they deserved whatever they got. 

“Okay, so what do we need to do to have the class-up ceremony?” 

“First tell us who would like to participate in the ceremony.” 

A little while ago, when I thought we couldn’t participate in the ceremony, I had no idea what to do. 

I didn’t see any other options, so I decided to go to Shieldfreeden, which was a country of demi-humans, to see if I could do it there. 

But just as we tried to leave for Shieldfreeden, we got mixed up in the whole princess-kidnapping affair. Did it mean that we’d be able to class-up here after all? 

For now, I’d just do as the queen asked. She wanted to know who needed the ceremony, so I sent my gaze over to Raphtalia and Filo. 

“Me!! I want to go first!” 

Filo threw her hand into the air, desperate to go first. 

I looked over to Raphtalia, who nodded in agreement. 

“Alright, let’s have Filo go first.” 

“Yayyy!” 

Filo stepped forward with confidence. 

“Now then, stand in a relaxed way, touch the dragon hourglass, and focus your mind.” 

“Like this?” 

Filo turned back into her monster form and slowly reached out to touch the glass. 

When her feathers brushed the glass, the red sand inside swelled and rippled in waves before beginning to glow mysteriously. 

“Very well. We shall now begin the class-up ceremony.” 

The queen snapped her fingers and soldiers appeared and surrounded the dragon hourglass. There was a large and complicated pattern cut into the floor, a series of grooves that crisscrossed the area. The soldiers knelt and poured a liquid into the grooves. 

“What’s that? Do you guys hear that?” 

“Keep focusing.” 

“Okaaaay!” 

Filo slowly closed her eyes and raised both of her wings. 

The hourglass was filling with a faint light, and the light was echoed back by the magical pattern on the floor. 

Filo stood in the center, and the light grew stronger until she was completely enveloped in it. 

“Now then, chose your desired future.” 

“Hey! I can see something!” 

Filo’s eyes were closed. 

Just then, a small, somewhat warped image of Filo appeared before me, a flashing icon of sorts, and branches extending from the icon like . . . . To borrow language from games, it looked like a sort of growth tree. 

“And this is the monster that you will choose? Mr. Iwatani, please decide.” 

Like I’ve just described, Filo is actually a monster. Monsters that you use in your team can be controlled with a monster control seal, which allows the owner to control the monster by hurting them if they disobey or ignore orders. It basically gave me the right to control her life and death. 

It seemed that her owner, myself in this case, had the right to decide whether she participated in the class-up ceremony too. 

“Guess I can control that too.” 

A filolial growth chart appeared before my eyes, splitting off into many directions, each indicative of new possibilities. 

And yet, I . . . . 

“Filo, this is something you should decide on your own. It’s not my choice.” 

I rejected the choice, and a new option appeared, asking if I would like the monster to choose on her own. I chose yes. 

“Oooh! I can see so many things! Which one should I choose . . . ?” 

Filo closed her eyes and an expression of joyful anticipation spread over her face as she considered the possibilities. 

I could have chosen for her, but Filo should have some say over how she spends the rest of her life. 

I decided to tell Raphtalia the same thing. 

“Raphtalia. I already went over this with Filo, but after the waves are finished and I return to my own world, you need to live on your own. So you need to decide your path for yourself. Okay?” 

“I would have been okay with any future you’d chosen for me.” 

“You have to choose.” 

“ . . . Very well.” 

She nodded, looking somehow disappointed. 

But it would be worse if I chose and later had to regret my decision. 

I trusted her—that was enough reason to let her decide on her own. 

So what would Filo pick? 

I looked over to see that the feather standing up from her head was now glowing. 

“Huh?” 

The light grew stronger and seemed to vibrate before flashing brilliantly. 

It was so bright that I was blinded for a moment. I blinked a few times to get my bearings, then looked again at Filo. 

Her appearance hadn’t changed very much. But the vertical feather on her head seemed somehow more splendid than before. 

It looked like . . . a small crown. 

“The class-up ceremony was a success.” 

“I see that.” 

I opened up Filo’s status menu to take a look at what had changed. The star symbol that had been next to her level earlier was now gone, which probably meant that the level ceiling had been removed. 

That must mean that she could now level far beyond the previous cap. I looked at her actual stats and discovered that most of them appeared to have doubled. 

So that’s how powerful the class-up ceremony really was. 

“Heh . . . This is pretty impressive.” 

Filo’s stats had always been better than average, and now she was substantially stronger than she had been. 

I decided to compare her stats to my own to see how far ahead I was only to discover that her stats had surpassed mine! 

Of course, I meant compared to my stats before the curse had lowered them. 

The only stat of mine that was higher than hers was my defense rating! 

“I couldn’t pick . . . .” 

Filo had turned back into her human form and came running over to me with tears in her eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I wanted to learn how to spit poison, but then, before I could pick one of the paths I wanted, another option showed up and picked itself.” 

A while back we’d been fighting some monsters that were able to spit poison. Ever since then, Filo had sort of romanticized the notion. 

She doesn’t need to spit poison because she already has a poisonous tongue. 

“Well it looks like that cowlick of yours is glowing now.” 

“Erm . . . .” 

“Filo, don’t lose hope. When you start to get stronger, you still might learn how to spit poison.” 

Raphtalia tried to cheer up Filo. 

“Really?! Then I’m gonna try real hard!” 

“Okay Raphtalia, you’re next.” 

“Oh, alright.” 

Raphtalia reached out and touched the hourglass, just as Filo had. 

And just like last time, the soldiers in the room all knelt and poured a viscous liquid into the grooves on the floor. Just then—just like last time—a flashing icon appeared in my field of vision. 

Right—I selected to refuse the choice . . . . 

But just then, Filo’s cowlick split in two and one of the cowlicks came flying straight at me. 

“Huh? What?! Filo!!” 

“It’s not me!” 

What did she mean by that? Did she mean that the new cowlick was somehow moving and acting on its own? 

Raphtalia was looking over at us, her eyes wide and surprised. 

“Mr. Naofumi?!” 

The floating cowlick caused a new potential line of growth to extend from Raphtalia’s growth tree—one that hadn’t been there before—and the new growth line selected itself. 

“Ahh?!” 

Raphtalia suddenly yelped. 

The whole area was engulfed in flashing, blinding lights. A column of smoke appeared. The whole thing seemed to be proceeding differently than Filo’s class-up ceremony. 

A moment later, the smoke dissipated, and Raphtalia appeared standing where it had been, coughing, but looking otherwise healthy. 

“Are you okay!?” 

“Y . . . yes. I’m alright, but . . . .” 

What was happening?! 

I was worried, but I opened the status screen to check on her. Just as with Filo, the star had vanished, and most of her stats had doubled. 

“What happened?!” 

“I don’t really know. Some option automatically selected itself. It filled me with a horrible feeling of dread, but everything seems to be just fine.” 

“Well that’s good . . . but what is going on? Why are your class-up directions being decided on automatically?” 

“Who’s behind it?” 

“I don’t know. But Filo’s cowlick was originally given to us by Fitoria, right?” 

“You’re right. “ 

When we were in the middle of the whole princess Melty-kidnap debacle, we’d come across a legendary creature—the queen of the filolials herself. 

Filo and the queen talked about a lot of things, and in the end the queen gave Filo this cowlick, saying that it would help her in the days to come. 

She also did something to my armor—saying it would help us. In return, she only commanded that I find a way to bring the heroes together. 

If I wasn’t able to get the heroes to cooperate, she warned that she’d 

have to see us killed. “What does it mean?” I looked over at the queen. Her eyes were shining. “You don’t say? I’ve wanted to meet with the filolial queen for ages.” “That’s not what I’m asking!” The queen seemed to know a lot about the heroes, but according to 

Melty, she’d also spent some time exploring legendary lands. Maybe she had a personal interest in exploring ancient legends? Her daughter, Melty, harbored a deep-seated interest in filolials. Like 

mother like daughter, I guess. Regardless, it wasn’t the time or the place to wax poetic on inherited 

traits. “How are you two feeling?” “I feel stronger than I used to.” “The feather from the filolial queen . . . I wonder what it all means?” The queen sighed, looking disappointed. “I know that certain special tools can be used during the class-up 

ceremony to achieve certain special effects. I don't know what this means, but 

I’d like to assume it's a good thing.” “Right . . . .” “How much have their abilities improved?” “From the look of it, most of their stats have doubled.” “DOUBLED?” 

The queen was shocked. Was it safe to assume that the growth was more dramatic than usual? 

The filolial queen’s feather had somehow affected the ceremony. If it had raised their stats more than usual, I certainly didn’t think that was anything to complain about. 

“Typically the ceremony is considered a relative success if one of the items raises by 50 percent. Compared to the average outcome, this is very impressive.” 

As for our stats, there are all sorts of them: HP, MP, SP, attack power, defense, agility, strength, and so on. 

I could keep going into more subtle stats, but there are at least this many main ones. 

Well, Raphtalia and the others don’t have SP. It might be a stat that only heroes share. 

The “one item” that the queen mentioned referred to one of these stats. She meant that normally a stat, like attack power, would get a 50 percent boost. 

“You don’t say? Guess we got a good deal here.” 

But the two of them both seemed a little disturbed by what they’d been through. I guess I could sympathize with that easily enough. 

Class-up . . . . As common a concept as it is in online games, the best thing about the system was that you had the agency to decide your growth path. 

“Well . . . keep your chin up.” 

“I feel . . . I feel sad.” 

“I do too!” 

“Shall we try to redo the ceremony?” 

The queen suggested a redo. Was that even possible? 

“Can you do that?” 

“Normally it is only done for convicted criminals, but it is not impossible.” 

Apparently the ceremony could be reversed. 

This whole time I’d been thinking of it as an analog to the job-change system you find in so many online games—which was typically a one-time thing that couldn’t be reversed. 

“With a ‘level reset’ we can return someone to a point at which they were unable to class-up. That will reset the changes, but they will also revert to level one.” 

“Level one? That doesn’t sound good.” 

Considering the situation we were in, if either Raphtalia or Filo were to drop to level one, I wasn’t sure we’d be able to carry on. 

The next wave would be here soon, and I was sure we’d get involved in all sorts of petty conflicts before then. 

Still, those sorts of punishments existed in games. 

It seemed reasonable enough that they could exist in a world like this too. 

The more I thought about it, the more it seemed wrong. How could you take all the work and effort someone invested in their leveling and just render it all moot in an instant? 

“But what should we do?” 

“I want to redo it!” Filo shouted. “I want to learn to spit poison!” 

Her tongue was poisonous enough as is, but I’d leave that issue for another day. 

“The feather on your head is what caused this, so I don’t think that will work. The same thing would just happen again.” 

“Oh . . . .” 

“Raphtalia? What do you think?” 

“I didn’t really have an idea of how I wanted to progress. I just wanted to be stronger, and I’ve become stronger—so I’m fine with this.” 

She was right. This co-opted class-up had resulted in much higher stat gains. 

As a result, she was already much stronger than I was. 

“Alright then . . . . Let’s head back to the castle.” 

“Okay.” 

“But . . . Pooooooison . . . .” 

“You’re plenty poisonous.” 

“But . . . .” 

And so our bizarre class-up ceremony came to an end. 

We turned, leaving Trash collapsed before the hourglass, and made our way back to the castle.