62 – The scent of flowers

Meanwhile, somewhere far away from the continent.

Existing and non-existing at the same time.

The land of demons, the demonic realm.

A huge citadel located in its center.

Demon King, Kutrica.

“……”

A gray-haired old man is sitting at a large table.

The old man’s hair is white, and his posture is stooped because his back is bent.

I have bad eyesight, so I wear glasses with thick prescriptions.

When I looked at it, it was an old man who said today and tomorrow.

However, the atmosphere that the old man exudes is quite ghastly.

Even though he is just sitting there, his demonic energy is swaying throughout the castle.

The amount of demonic energy he radiated was comparable to that of the demon king who died 3,000 years ago.

The Deceiver of Death, the Four Heavenly Kings, Pyren.

That was the identity of the old man.

“Hmm…?”

Pyrene, who was sitting on a large chair that looked like a throne, suddenly let out a suspicious voice.

In addition to doubt, the nasal voice contained various emotions such as doubt, bewilderment, and interest.

“Oh… the signal from the black knights suddenly cut off…?

Pyrene muttered as she brushed her white beard.

Then, the man standing next to him frowned.

“What is it, old man? You’re talking to yourself all of a sudden, are you senile?”

“Craxius.”

It was the Black Sun, the Four Heavenly Kings Kraxius.

“Heh heh, he’s senile. What a young guy is talking about.”

Pyrene laughed and lightly punched Kraxius in the head.

ㅡ Quad gain!

When his light fist hits the top of his head, Kraxius’ head explodes.

Brains and fragments of flesh splattered on the hem of Pyrene’s clothes with a loud noise.

“Ah, oh my… I had the power control wrong. I’m sorry.”

Pyrene smiled shyly as she brushed off the blood on her hands.

The sight of a person’s head exploding and smiling casually was somewhat eerie.

“Shouldn’t you have been a little more polite about that?”

While Pyrene is smiling like that,

The flesh of Kraxius, which had been scattered everywhere, began to wriggle and move.

The flesh gathers in the torso that has lost its head, and tangles with them.

ㅡKudeuk, kkududeuk! Good luck!

With a bizarre rupture sound, the head returned to its former state.

Kraxius, who had regained his original head before he knew it, stood up from the floor, brushing the blood off his clothes.

“It’s a mistake. You did it on purpose.”

“Hehe… Your head tastes like it’s going to explode…”

“Perverted inspiration…”

Kraxius sighed as he looked at Pyren, who smiled sinisterly, with cold eyes.

“Well, anyway, that’s okay, what did you mean earlier? The connection between the black knights was cut off?”

“Ah, that’s it. Looks like someone took care of the knights.”

“Hoo.”

Kraxius’ eyes lit up at Pyrene’s words.

It was because I was interested.

“I don’t know who it is, but they’re killing skills. Didn’t they make those undead pretty strong?”

“Well… I think it would have been about a lower-middle class demon.”

“Looks like a pretty hitter, is that a bly or something?”

“Well, I don’t know. I haven’t been able to keep an eye on the whole situation…”

Pyrene tapped the table and thought for a moment.

“Hmm… It seems that the faculty at the academy are stronger than we thought.”

“Hey, it’s okay to be strong. If I step out, I can annihilate them in 30 seconds.”

Kraxius speaks confidently.

Pyrene shook her head excitedly at him and said.

“Of course you do, Krak, don’t you remember? We’re still bound by ‘constraints’?”

“Keep… that’s right.”

“Don’t forget, Krak, our goal is to ‘contain’ the hero. We cannot and do not need to do more than that.”

Warrior.

Kraxius gnashed his teeth at the word that came out of Pyren’s mouth.

It was because he remembered the hero of the beginning who conceived the demon 3,000 years ago.

“Is this generation’s hero really in the academy?”

“The stars don’t lie. I’d say that’s for sure.”

Pyrene smiled at Kraxius, who was trembling slightly.

“Don’t worry.”

—-If only Demon King-sama’s resurrection succeeds,

—-A hero will become a handful of ashes and disappear.

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The messy school trip comes to an end,

My sophomores and I returned to the academy.

Perhaps because of the great event of the professor’s death,

The atmosphere at the academy turned heavy and fast.

A time close to about two weeks.

In the meantime, a lot of things happened to me.

As the main victim of the school trip raid, and the person responsible for closing the case, he was investigated several times,

I also comforted Rachel and Ariel, who were crying over my scars.

Also, he was called to the principal’s office separately and received a thank you from Korn.

ㅡThank you for stopping the incident so that the damage does not increase.

—-To borrow a hand from a student twice, as a principal, is disrespectful.

– He said and tried to kneel down on me, so I stopped in a fright.

This woman doesn’t seem to care about her social status either.

What kind of principal wants to kneel to one student?

ㅡIf you need something or have a request, please let me know.

ㅡI will listen as far as I can reach.

Knee refused, but accepted this offer.

Necessity or request, this is almost the same as the right to wish.

The right to wish from the principal of Reynolds Academy.

ㅡOkay, then if you need anything, please come to the principal’s office.

So, it was a busy two weeks in many ways.

After some time,

When the case was sorted out to some extent,

A new notice has been posted on the bulletin board in the main building of the academy.

{Request to attend funeral}

A funeral is held in memory of Professor Bligh, who left for the stars during the last incident.

Students and faculty are encouraged to attend.

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ㅡTuk, Tuduk…

The sky with little raindrops falling.

The autumn rain, which began to fall suddenly, showed no sign of stopping easily.

It was a wet weather.

A large number of people were standing on the vast field.

A field located behind the Reynolds main building, a plaza of greenery.

Originally, it was a place where blue light was spread throughout the four seasons, giving off beautiful vitality.

As much as today, there was no blue light to be found on the field.

Could it be because of the dark clouds hanging over the sky?

Or is it because of the shadows of the people standing on it?

I thought about it for a while, but finally, unable to come to a conclusion, I brushed my thoughts off.

I feel the raindrops hitting the awkward black mourning clothes.

The cold autumn rain steals away the warmth.

The ink-colored dark clouds gradually increase in size and begin to consume the sky.

It was in the rainwater that had swollen like a shower before I knew it.

I hear a faint voice in my ear as I stare blankly ahead.

ㅡ Thank you to those who gathered today….

ㅡProfessor Bligh, who passed away by the stars…

When I slightly turn my head and look to the left, I see a female student on a small platform.

The female student on the podium is reciting a eulogy in a watery voice.

“Did you say that person was the student council president…”

I watched her crying for a moment, then turned my head again.

When you look forward, what you see is a neatly arranged gray tombstone.

[The teacher who gave his life for his students.]

[Bly Kraden, sleeps here.]

These sentences were engraved on the tombstone.

ㅡProfessor Bligh was always kind…

—-With a smile every time…

The voice of the student council president and the sound of the rain intertwined to create a messy noise.

I felt a little tired and bored at the same time,

I tried not to show off.

But I couldn’t stop the sigh that came out of my mouth.

“ha…..”

Damn, I didn’t intend to attend the funeral.

Bly wasn’t even a professor I was very close with.

He wasn’t even my homeroom professor, and I only ran into them a few times in [Understanding of Survival] and [Use of Mana].

“I wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t for Ariel…”

Unlike me, Ariel seems to have been quite close with Bligh.

He was a professor in charge of club activities or something.

He asked me to go to the funeral with red eyes and tears like chicken sh*t, but I couldn’t bear to refuse.

“Damn… I want to go back and sleep again…”

As I mutter a little complaint,

A familiar voice comes from the right.

“Hey~ Professor Bligh will be sad if he hears it~”

A light, frivolous voice.

It was a golden sun.

“Hmph, I’m not philanthropic enough to shed tears for someone I’m not close to.”

“It’s cold, it’s cold.”

Geumtaeyang said that, but smiled at what was so good about it.

……Isn’t it more crazy to split the thread at a funeral?

“More than that~ Why the hell are we standing in front? Right in front of the tombstone? Isn’t this too burdensome?”

“I agree. Maybe it’s because I can feel your gaze.”

The place where I and Golden Sun stand.

So, the seat right in front of the tombstone was actually the seat where the principal should stand.

When Korn is unable to attend the funeral due to the unfinished clean-up,

The spot was filled by the golden sun.

Why did the two of us fill it up? If you ask…

ㅡI want the two of us to stand in their place.

ㅡThey are the ones who ended the case of Professor Bligh’s death…

-Because I received the same request.

“Whoa…”

I brushed my hair that was soaked in the rain.

Rainwater runs down your forehead

ㅡProfessor doesn’t know about the problem…

ㅡ When I was having a hard time…

ㅡHuh… Professor… Professor… Hehe…

The student council president, who was sobbing and reciting a eulogy, eventually burst into tears.

A magic tool that functions like a microphone absorbs the sound and makes the cry louder.

Over the silenced fields, the faint sound of sorrow resounds.

“……”

I was silent for a while at the sound of the cry.

It was because the loud crying brought back memories of the past.

Geum Taeyang also kept his mouth shut, as if he was thinking of something.

“……”

“……”

There is silence for a while, and only a solemn atmosphere remains.

My body felt sore for no reason, so I straightened my posture.

“…But this man was a pretty nice person… There are people who cry like that.”

“…..is it.”

At the slightly subdued voice of the golden sun, I quietly nodded my head.

ㅡhuugh… Finally, I send flowers to the professor who has gone to heaven…

ㅡPlease… May you be at peace there…

The funeral has already entered the last order.

Numerous people took turns placing white flowers in front of the tombstone, one by one.

At that, I felt my heart throb for no reason.

It wasn’t because I was deeply saddened by the sudden death of Professor Bligh.

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Just the scent of those white flowers,

It was because it gave off the familiar smell of chrysanthemum flowers.

I had as a child,

The scent of white chrysanthemums.

—-Oh…! Mother Naru…! What will you do if you go…

ㅡSister…! Sister, where are you going so suddenly…!!

ㅡAh… Uh, um, maa…

That scent reminded me of the scent of chrysanthemum flowers I smelled at a funeral when I was 12 years old.

My head got a little dizzy.

“What, what’s wrong? Your expression doesn’t look good.”

“No, nothing.”

He tilted his head and waved his hand at Golden Sun, who asked if he was okay.

“Your complexion has gone pale, suddenly?”

“It’s okay… Just, just…”

—-It’s because of you…! My older sister is trying to save you…!

ㅡji, the goyan who preys on mothers…!!

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Just.

—-Ah, father…

—-

ㅡ Well, I couldn’t do it… Because of me… Um, my mom…

—-

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Just…

—-Lady Lisitt, she died while protecting Confucius…

ㅡUhh…. Rather than being such an idiot, your wife should have bought it…

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Just……

—-Rather… On that day, you should have died instead of Mom…

ㅡyou should have died!! Why is trash like you living and your mother dead… just you! you should have died!!!

It’s just a little dizzy.

really.

very little.