34 – Wizard Franc (5)

As soon as Fran confirmed that the demon was dead, he rushed at Argal.

It was to preserve his corpse with magic as much as possible.

However, upon reaching Argal, I felt something strange.

“Are you alive?”

His heart must have been pierced, but incomprehensible to common sense, Argal is not yet dead.

His complexion was intact, and his heart, split in half, was still beating.

Ophelia explained that contradictory part.

“What a man, you make a pact with the devil to delay death for a little while? Were you foreseeing this situation?”

“Then you’re not dead!”

Frank’s face brightened noticeably.

The level of difficulty between reviving the dead and reviving from the brink of death is drastically different.

Franc, which had collapsed for a while, regained hope.

The gloomy woman was energized again.

yes, it is very happy

The peripheral happiness that comes from knowing that the person who died for me is not dead yet.

But it’s still not certain.

Argal was on the verge of dying, obviously, because he had ‘postponed’ his death.

Only by treating the body could the dying body be revived.

Ophelia laughed and murmured.

“It’s full of energy, but it’s not an easy task.”

“Wouldn’t it be okay if you could help me? When I saw you kill a demon in one shot earlier, you don’t seem to be an ordinary person.”

“It’s not something I can help with, the power to restore a body damaged by magic is limited… . Rather, I should help with the part related to the devil contract, and the priest over there should do the treatment.”

“…a priest?”

Fran blinked at the word priest and looked around.

Even if I looked at the cancer, I couldn’t see the priest.

But that’s for a while.

There was a girl who ran all the way here after pouring blinding holy power into her body.

Although she was exceptionally skinny, the priest who looked like she would become a beauty once she gained weight screamed at Argal.

“This, me, crazy, really crazy!”

Bethia rushed right in and started pouring heels.

As for how great the healing was, he immediately restored it to its original state, surpassing the power of the devil who had barely managed to put the split heart together.

However, the shock Bethia received did not disappear.

A wound on the left hand that had been dug up with a dagger.

Every time I saw that, it felt like Bethia’s heart would break.

I don’t know what kind of overdoing it was, but every single tiny blood vessel in my body was bursting, and even my joints were broken, so my body was practically no different from a conveyance field.

He was patient because he was alive.

Bessia, who had endured her cry as much as possible, wiped the water from her eyes and slowly grasped the situation.

“How many times have you been stabbed?”

“…Yeah?”

“How many times have you stabbed yourself with a dagger?”

Fran also replied with a slightly gloomy face.

Although I was happy that Argal survived now, I ended up using up my lifespan.

A life that has been spent does not come back.

“two… . I stabbed him a couple of times.”

“Is it really?”

“Yeah… . but! Together with the others, if we find a way to extend Argal’s lifespan!”

“…I already wrote that.”

“You wrote it?”

Bessia’s gaze turned to one side.

That was the root of the star Fran was wearing.

Bessia gritted her teeth.

It’s not something you’ll have.

Do you carelessly take someone else’s lifeline? why the hell

“Why are you holding it?”

“…This one? Argal gave it to me. I just borrowed it for a while.”

“It’s not something to borrow or borrow, how can you pass someone’s lifeline carelessly?”

“A lifeline?”

Bethia sighed.

“You don’t know anything.”

“…Who are you?”

“The person who brought this guy back to life once.”

Fran made a stunned face.

“You said you revived it once?”

“yes.”

Saving people is something only a saint in history can do.

It wasn’t clear if that was true, but the atmosphere and feelings Bethia had were close to firmness.

Yes, I believe in bringing Argal back to life.

There are not a couple of questions that arise here.

Why did Argal die before?

Does that priest show such extreme emotions?

Besides, a lifeline?

Fran couldn’t understand at all, so he asked again.

“Then why is this necklace your lifeline?”

“Argal has already used the dagger a few times, and he is in danger of dying because he has used up his lifespan, and gave him a necklace instead to fill up his reduced lifespan, so it’s a lifeline.”

“Really?”

Upon learning of this fact, Fran suffered again.

Didn’t he stabbed the dagger again with a body that could die if he took off his necklace even though he had already used up his lifespan?

So, I gave her the necklace.

Fran couldn’t handle how to reciprocate this dedication.

Still, I got hope here.

It means that there is a way to fill the reduced lifespan.

If I find another item like the necklace, I might be able to get it back.

Fran took off the necklace without regret and put it back on Argal.

Bethia’s gaze wasn’t pretty, but Fran didn’t care.

If the lifeline really went into the hands of another person, the gaze given to that person could not be good.

“…there are many stories I want to hear.”

Due to Bessia’s healing, Argal’s complexion improved a lot.

But there were still a lot of things I was worried about.

contract with the devil.

what did you put in there?

And for some reason in the past, he died once, and what relationship did he have with that priest?

“Then please just live.”

Fran wanted it that way.

May Argal survive.

Bessia, who had heard Frank say a few things, also spoke to Argal.

“You’re really, really behind, I know that because I’m going to lock you in your room for a month.”

At those words, Frank felt as if something had goosebumps on his back.

Argal, are you obsessed with that woman… ?

Then Fran thought.

One month is too much, wouldn’t two weeks be enough?

Assuming that, in order to stop Argal from sacrificing himself for the sake of others, Fran decided that confinement would be appropriate.

Indeed, there was not much difference between Bessia and Franc’s thoughts.

**

Actually, this was unexpected.

The reason I postponed my death was to consider whether to use the last resort of contracting with the Great Devil, not to be cured by Bessia.

How did you get here in the first place?

He said he broke through that barrier… ?

Certainly, the priests of the saint class were different.

Breaking through the barriers of the King of the Dead.

But if there was one problem, my life was already on the verge of death.

Since I’ve already given my life to the demon, even if I don’t die right away like before, after a while the demon will take my life.

…I’d rather die clean and be resurrected.

I didn’t really want to use my body that had been abused so much.

Really, for the month Bethia said, I wasn’t confined, but I had to lie down in my room because I couldn’t move.

There was no room for that, so it was better to die by the devil.

…But I’m worried that if they die, the condition of those two women will get worse.

The time between death and resurrection is only a few hours, but it was unknown what would happen during those hours.

Bessia’s obsession with keeping me locked up for a month might intensify.

Besides, Fran, why are you nodding your head at Bessia’s words… .

“Now I have to speak up slowly.”

Besides, the Archmage… . No, I’m a professor now, let’s call him a professor.

Professor Ophelia was here.

As I expected, I was really working as a professor here.

If there’s something I don’t understand, it’s that the professor, who was engrossed in the study of the play, took an interest in this.

It is because he knows that he is a human being who does not care about anyone but himself.

Interest-oriented, curiosity-oriented.

They are ruthless in areas they do not pay attention to, so they do not even pay attention to them.

Although not a swordsman or a spearman, it was the professor who had a bad influence on the warrior party in his own way.

I didn’t even care if the party of warriors fought or collapsed, and chatted with the undead me.

Still, it may be because I got a lot of help thanks to her.

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Just knowing the meaning of the drama helped a lot.

She took out a sheet of test paper and said.

“So Argal is you?”

Looking at Fran.

“…Yeah?”

Bethia says it’s absurd.

Not having a good temper, she spoke very casually to the professor.

“No, no matter who sees it, Argal is this guy!”

“really?”

“Argal is a male name in the first place. I am Fran.”

The professor tilted his head.

“A kid without a handful of mana gave an answer close to the limit?”

Were you the one who did the test?

Certainly, I should have felt strange in the test that asked about the extreme.

No matter how difficult the test is, at least you have to be able to solve it, but asking for the extreme meaning that only transcendentalists can solve is to present a problem that even the examiner himself cannot solve.

Such an eccentricity, something only Professor Ophelia could do.

He is the former tower owner and the strongest wizard at the moment, so even if he raises a strange problem, he can’t be tackled.

And I did a good job solving the problem.

Actually, it’s not completely solved. To give the correct answer to the extreme is to say that it is a transcendental person, but since that is not the case, I came up with a moderately indirect answer.

That seems to have caught the professor’s attention.

“Well, I really can’t let you die like this.”

“If you treat me like this, you won’t die.”

“I’m not dying right now, but my life was pledged because of the contract.”

Even in the devil’s contract, the professor boasts quite a bit of knowledge.

Bessia asked the professor if there was any trauma here, almost like having a seizure.

“I-I didn’t hear you well, did I?”

“Could you elaborate a bit more? At the cost of his own life, this guy gained vitality and demonic power to move his body, and after that, he gave a few artifacts to temporarily suspend his life, and if you look at the remaining time, Argal will die soon.”

The atmosphere became heavy and I fell to the floor.

Fran’s eyes trembled, and Bessia’s face, which was pouring healing, was endlessly damaged.

“…In addition.”

Bethia’s hands trembled as if the terrible feelings of that time had revived.

“Again?”

She even shed tears.

She, who endured because I was not dead, finally shed tears when she heard that she was dying.

“I barely revived it then, but again?”

Bessia, who was trying to keep her head down, and Fran, who was about to collapse mentally.

This is why I can’t die carelessly.

Or, I should rather tell them, but will those two believe that I am immortal?

…I don’t know if this would be more convenient.

Show proof that you are now dead and resurrected, and that you are a surefire immortal.

It would be okay to inform the person who will reveal it.

Fran and Bessia were trustworthy, and he was not a person who would take advantage of the fact that the professor was also an immortal.

The professor, who was watching this, laughed.

“I told you, I can’t let you die.”

“Yeah… . to?”

“The devil’s contract has a lot of room for change.”

With a flick of her finger, she summoned the demon I had made a pact with.

A demon appeared with a bandage over its mouth.

“People’s lives have to be expensive, but if I can pay the right price, I can cancel the contract.”

“…how much is a reasonable price?”

“I’ll take care of that, but it’s enough to ask about the extreme instead.”

The professor had the attitude that he would be willing to pay the price for the sake of the extreme.

No, but you’re going to save the most meaningless life from the Undead and take the most expensive one?

This is a fraudulent contract.

because stop

But the one who is down is silent.

There was no way to stop her until she canceled the contract.

…but there was another way.

The way I take everything, even the price the professor gives me.