13 – The Church (2)

saved him

I thought that would be enough.

Because we gave each other our lives.

I thought I gave back as much as I received.

such a fantasy.

Seeing the vitality of Argal, who was close to death, collapsed.

“You, hehehehe, you’re going to die, if that’s the only life force you have… . Whoops.”

“…That must also be fate. I do not care.”

what fate is

He was dragged by a black magician and suffered for a long time.

The benefactor who saved him in that pain lost his life because of him.

If even the barely reviving was a very brief reprieve.

It’s not fate, it’s a curse.

The more Vesiah’s face was ruined, the more Argal was embarrassed.

Because I’m worried that the immortal immortal will soon die.

It was the first time I felt so frustrated that I couldn’t bring out the fact that I was an immortal.

The one who comforted her was Bishop Rebega, who had taken care of her since she was a child.

He calmly suggested a plan.

“Bessiah, did you say you revived a person?”

“Yes, ugh, but what does that mean? hehehehe, I saved him, but he dies soon.”

The bishop denied absolutely not.

“It is not meaningless. There is a way.”

“…sigh, really?”

“There is an artifact that can increase lifespan. It’s just that they need higher authority than me.”

The church had enormous relics.

There are also things that can prolong life.

However, it is difficult even for a bishop to use such an artifact.

“…A saintess, or at least a candidate for a saintess. I can’t prove that you brought people back to life, but it’s clear that your skills are close to those of a saint.”

“then!”

“But Bethia. Do you know?”

The bishop was concerned about her, so he stopped making hasty decisions.

“Becoming a saint is neither an easy nor a good road. It is better for me to do my best to save the artifact.”

“oooh… .”

“The faster you go, the better. And, there are so many stories I haven’t heard.”

The bishop’s gaze turned to Argal.

Both eyes contain deep regret.

In the end, I am thankful for what came to mind among the complex emotions that I can’t bear to say.

He saved Bessia by sacrificing his own lifespan.

How can you expect such devotion from others?

“…I didn’t know that I was receiving the greatest grace.”

“Not quite like that.”

“When I saw the dagger you were carrying, I knew that it was a heinous object that gained demonic energy through self-sacrifice. How many times have you been stabbed with it?”

Argal decided to be honest.

“Three times.”

“…I was revived by Bessia, but the lost lifespan doesn’t come back. In my name, I will bring you an artifact that will prolong your life. Please wait a moment.”

The bishop left the room, determined to take it right away.

Looking at this mess, Argal sighed quietly and thought.

Really, I’m not dying.

I can’t tell you where this is.

**

He calmed down, but he said, placing his hand on Bethia’s head, who was still sobbing.

“Anyway, you have a lot of tears.”

“For whom!”

He smiles at Bessia’s furious appearance.

“Don’t worry too much, at least I’m in better shape than you.”

“You’re talking nonsense, huh? I’ll die soon, so what’s good is good.”

Certainly, people feed on hope.

Even Bessia, who was sad as if she was about to die, seemed to feel much more at ease when she heard that there was a way to increase her lifespan.

Bessia tapped the bedside and said.

“Sit down.”

As she sat on the bed as she said, she felt a hug from behind.

It was a weak hand, but it was warm.

stayed still

“I still remember the heart that didn’t beat then.”

It seemed to be talking about the time I died.

The only one I can’t remember.

moment of death.

“It was so scary, so terrible, and I can’t forget it.”

“is it.”

“You should at least say thank you, say sorry.”

Bethia leaned her head on my shoulder.

Her weight was too light.

“I regretted it so much, but I don’t want to regret it again.”

“…”

“I won’t let you die this time.”

Hearing such a resolution, I don’t know what to say.

I’m not dying… . I decided to fold the idea.

All I can do is just

It’s just to comfort her.

go in a good direction

“Since the bishop said he would solve it through the artifact, it should work, wouldn’t it?”

“Aren’t you not considering the bad side? Come to think of it, even in the Dark Magic Tower, Argal, you were strangely full of confidence.”

In a way, in a situation where there was only such despair, I was sure that I could get out.

It was not wrong.

Because I know I won’t die in the end.

Even for the sake of her who was too worried, at least a little hint was spilled.

“As in those days, I will survive eventually.”

“Any prophet?”

Although not a prophet, he is a regressor.

Indeed, it could play a similar role.

“If you think so.”

“No, you’ll think he’s a prophet from what you’re talking about. I’ll be fooled.”

She pretended to strangle me to express her own anger, but when she strangled me in that state, she was hanging from my body.

Even though my body leaned backwards for something like that.

…No, I really want the dagger back.

I’m incredibly helpless because I don’t have magic.

When I turned my head, I saw Bessia, who was staring at me with a bloody expression.

“Like this, huh? Are you in good shape?”

“No, not that.”

“This is just a walking corpse, isn’t it?”

Because it was just a corpse.

oh, isn’t this

Anyway, even Bessia judged that I was serious and told me to go somewhere and lie down and get treatment.

In the end, the place I had to return to was the hospital room.

The priest’s bloody warning was a bonus.

“Next time you crawl out, I’ll bandage your whole body and put you in it.”

“Yep.”

Where did the honor of this body, which was once revered as the Immortal King Argal, go?

To say the least, he was now only a baron and a prince.

He also defeated the Master of the Magic Tower, but that kind of experience doesn’t remain anywhere.

“I don’t know.”

Now that it’s like this, I’ll have to spend another day here.

Originally, I was planning to return right away, but to be honest, it’s hard to escape from here without a dagger.

You can get the artifacts and ask them to send them home.

And the bishop returned earlier than expected.

“There should never be anything to lose.”

He was holding something that looked like a necklace in one hand.

That necklace, which seemed to have been carved and carved stitch by stitch by a craftsman, was also a relic that I had seen.

In the past, it was worn by the archmage of the hero’s party.

star base.

I couldn’t understand it at all.

It’s too wasteful to use that as a mere life extension.

“…Didn’t you bring too much?”

“Do you know the value of this object?”

I know all too well.

Because it was a powerful artifact that further amplified the power of the archmage who had reached the transcendent.

I couldn’t say that, so I expressed it differently.

“Even if you don’t know it, it looks precious even at a glance.”

“It is a treasure beyond preciousness, so please keep it well.”

Raise the root of the star given by the bishop.

A star-shaped jewel was embedded in the center of the round crystal.

Possibility itself that holds a huge amount of mana.

Therefore, it means that I have obtained a means to utilize external mana.

Indeed, it is a relic that is comparable to a holy sword or a demonic sword.

Rather, it was the bishop who did not know the value of this object.

If I were a bishop, I wouldn’t have thought of handing it over, even if I was a benefactor.

In any case, thank you

With this artifact, a new means of use has been created.

When I put on the necklace, it felt like something had returned to me.

“An artifact that revitalizes the body with mana. It may not be possible to live eternal life by preventing aging, but it will help restore life that has been artificially reduced.”

“okay.”

The bishop raised his hand.

As I grabbed that hand, a weak holy power scanned my body.

“after… . I’m really glad. The diminished vitality seems to be refilling.”

“thank you.”

“There is nothing to be thankful for. I just gave back what I consumed by saving Besiah.”

…The fact that his vitality is rising again, maybe it’s because the aftereffects of his resurrection have diminished.

That’s why I couldn’t spit out this ridiculous artifact again, so I kept quiet.

Cancer, cancer, the person in charge likes it so much, is there any need to hit a candle?

The bishop told them to rest in their room and went back.

Ambitiously, it seems that the priest guarding the hospital room outside is paying attention to taking me out again and going to Bessia.

And even if I don’t die anyway, Bessia is a critically ill patient who could die.

In any case, it was absolutely necessary.

It’s strange to wake up and talk like before.

So I tried to test the true utilization of the origin of the star in my spare time.

Why would an archmage have this artifact?

Not only did it contain mana, but it was also possible to amplify it immensely.

“I’ve never used mana, but… .”

The fundamental part of Magi was similar.

It was strange that I couldn’t use magic, as I had witnessed the extremes of magic in the first place.

“That’s why you can’t put mana in your body.”

The moment mana is put into the body, it collides with demons, making it impossible to use black magic.

Black magic is powerful enough, so why learn magic and make the existing one useless?

snap your fingers

It was difficult to follow, but it turned out better than expected.

A white light floating in the air.

Attribute magic that is impossible even for black magicians to reach transcendence.

Light

It’s the foundation of the foundation.

That was enough.

**

“Even the church, I didn’t know it was so rotten.”

A series of shocking events.

Bishop Rebega was extremely tired, and even though he was tired, he could not sleep.

Even getting the relic wasn’t because the bishop had paid for something special.

Bessia hadn’t promised to become a saint, nor had she offered up the privilege of being a bishop.

I remember what the cardinal I met today said.

‘Bishop, I heard that Priest Bessia was seriously injured.’

‘Yes, Cardinal Joas.’

‘You said you needed an artifact? There is an artifact that might be of help to that girl.’

With that, the cardinal held out a jaw-dropping artifact.

The origin of the star that even the bishop would not be able to handle because it was given for a critically ill patient.

‘I want you to keep quiet about this matter.’

‘…Yes?’

‘Moved from the royal family. It seems better to wrap it up at this point.’

The bishop was personally digging into the matter.

Dark Magic Tower located near the capital.

Besiah’s startling testimonies.

And, I’m not sure, but what I think is behind this… .

It was the royal family.

“That shouldn’t be the case.”

The bishop gritted it.

I hope the church can’t help.

Are you trying to ask me about this?

“Even if the royal family is like that, we shouldn’t be like that.”

But the origin of the stars.

The cardinal must have given it to be considerate of Bessia, who suffered great damage from this incident, but it was what the boy, who was waiting for the day to die because all his vitality was exhausted, needed it.

I couldn’t help but accept it.

“I’m sorry.”

Immediately drag the Holy Knights and ask the royal family and the royal family for their apostasy.

He wanted to turn the church upside down and expose the irregularities accumulated in collusion with the royal family.

At the realistic limit, I had to kneel in the immediate need.

The belief that should not be broken has collapsed.

He showed those children the kind of submission they shouldn’t have.

“But it is only for a moment.”

The bishop took out a letter and held it up.

The connections he has, the potential.

If we mobilize all of this, people who will be angry at injustice will gather.

It doesn’t matter if it’s not right now.

So, he started writing with his warm hands.

They had no idea what conspiracy was lurking behind them.