As the Shield Hero, I took every fatal blow for my party, yet they mocked me as a useless fool who "couldn't even protect a single hair on Lord Kevin's head." Reborn into a new life, the saintess was still aloof, and the Sword Hero was still a hypocrite. When I tore up the contract in front of everyone, threw away my medal, and walked into the shadows, they kept laughing without a care. They thought they'd dumped a deadweight, not knowing that this "god-of-war-level" defense had never belonged to the Sword Hero. On the first day after I left the party, the scout who took my place got to feel for the first time what it cost to stand behind a "miracle"...
