A mere villager, Cross Vish, by some strange twist of fate, joined the Hero's party.

Cross was a truly ordinary person, possessing only mediocre skills and no special powers whatsoever.

Nevertheless, for some reason, the Heroes considered Cross to be a heartfelt companion without a hint of doubt.

Expulsion from the party was simply out of the question.

No matter how many heartless words outsiders shouted, or how much they tried to exclude Cross, the Heroes believed Cross to be their comrade from the bottom of their hearts.

Precisely because of this, Cross constantly agonized over what he could do for them.

The fact that he was useless was an unavoidable truth.

And finally... Cross understood his own role.

At the very instant the Demon Lord, on the brink of death, was about to unleash a spell upon the Hero—