43 – Before Death (3)

“…I.”

As always, I tried to come up with a plausible excuse.

To quell her wrath, join her and kill Tigris.

However, my cheeks were tingling.

Is it the influence of the curse that oppresses me?

The Bishop’s confident words continued to disturb my head.

…To think that the Transcendentalist’s words that I’m not an immortal shook me like this.

In front of Fran’s questioning, I fell into trouble for a while.

…I thought he was immortal, but what if he dies?

Then what should I do?

Fran said she couldn’t stand it any longer, wiping her tears.

“…We’ll take care of the Black Pagoda.”

“…”

“Argal, please don’t do anything. Stay at church for a while. Since the hero is also staying here, can we catch a black pagoda master together with the hero?”

Maybe even Bessia and the swordsman can join, so I’ll be able to catch them.

However, the possibility that anyone could die and come back kept running around in my head.

Black Tower Master is never an easy opponent.

How can I beat a strong man who I am not sure I can defeat 1-1 on my own without any damage?

In agony, he finally nodded his head.

I’ll pass it on for now.

It is to organize your thoughts as much as possible and come to a conclusion.

or regain the conviction that I am immortal.

Or find convincing evidence that they are immortal.

Or, admit that I am not an immortal.

I didn’t think the latter possibility was really great.

It wasn’t that there was no evidence that he was immortal at all.

After being resurrected, the speedy recovery of vitality.

Even after repeated use of the dagger, I am still alive.

Of course, there was a part that could explain that it was not immortality.

If the origin of the star restores the body and lifespan, then this also becomes proof that he is not an immortal.

…I had no energy in my body.

My head hurt so much.

Adding to the bad body, the curse, and Fran’s feelings, everything feels shaken.

“Argal, are you okay?”

“…Okay.”

“I-I-I’m sorry. It was just too intense.”

She apologized for the slap, but didn’t care much.

It’s just that I’m not feeling well enough.

No, in reality there will be no difference.

…my body was on the verge of death.

Because the already bad body and the curse were superimposed on it.

He became a serious patient.

Originally, he had intended to die once under the bishop’s curse, but now that things have turned out like this, dying once is something he doesn’t like.

First of all, the Hero and the Sword Saint, gather everyone and decide.

“First, how about moving the patient?”

The priest who infused some holy power spoke cautiously.

The church is suspicious, but it’s not openly hostile on the outside, so there won’t be a big problem if you stay for a while.

At the priest’s insistence, Raeli, who had the best strength, carried me on her back.

As I lay down on the bed, my body immediately began to fall asleep.

Fran said in a clouding mind.

“…I just need to catch the Black Pagoda Brew with the hero, right?”

“Perhaps Reinhardt will come here as well as the hero.”

“Yes? Why do people who went to their hometown come back to the capital?”

I don’t know about that, but the bishop said so, so it will actually be like that.

With the unique insight of transcendentalists, you will be able to guess what will happen in the future.

“…so wait.”

“I can’t wait long.”

Fran wanted to go alone to catch the Black Tower Master, without needing a hero.

Even at this moment, the curse is eating away at my body, so she is impatient.

For a moment, to reassure her, who is showing symptoms of anxiety.

He put his hand on Frank’s head.

Her watery eyes were so clear.

“I am not dying.”

Even if I was momentarily shaken by the bishop’s words.

Even if I’m not completely sure yet.

I still believe so.

“So don’t worry.”

“…I really can’t believe it.”

Fran gritted her teeth and chewed her words again.

“Never, I don’t believe it.”

That deep-seated distrust.

I’m not even sure where it came from.

She was so unstable.

“Argal is such a bad person.”

“Yes, I am bad.”

He was the main enemy of mankind before returning.

The bad guy did get hit.

It was a word of hate I had heard countless times.

“Saving someone and then trying to kill yourself again is a really bad thing.”

…was it in that sense?

Fran, who was slowly lowering her body, eventually adhered completely to me.

The nice scent of the hair flowed into my nostrils.

She listened to my heartbeat and placed her face on my chest as if she wanted to secure proof that I was still alive.

Fran, who had once hugged me tightly, lifted up her face, feeling much better as if her anxiety symptoms had alleviated.

“I will never trust Argal.”

In a word mixed with solemn determination, I felt the will to prepare some physical device.

Her magic was activated, and a blue magic circle covered the room.

…a cold sweat broke out.

That’s what I think is right… ?

Unfortunately, expectations were not met.

Her barrier covered the inside of the room.

If it wasn’t for the correspondingly powerful magic, or black magic, he could only leave the room with Frank’s permission.

So, he was imprisoned.

“Hey, Frank, thinking a little differently… .”

“If Argal doesn’t change, my thoughts won’t change.”

Frank was so adamant.

Fran, who showed no intention of allowing even a single step to escape from here, stepped out of the barrier with a silent step.

He doesn’t even want to see my face.

On the surface, it looks like a pout.

Kids these days are a bit bloody squeamish.

I muttered in the situation of being stuck in this room, unable to move.

“…What can I do?”

As if setting fire to the spill, Raeli also showed her agreement with Fran’s actions.

“Argal, rest there for a while! Because we will definitely grab the Black Pagoda Brewer and come back.”

“Rather than that, why don’t you take me out, Raeli.”

“You want to get beaten up?”

Raeli gave a bloody smile.

If I showed any sign of getting out of the way, I could clearly feel the will to drive him straight into the room.

Do I really get treated like this because I did something wrong?

I said that I would risk my life to save others, but excessive worries kept following me.

I sighed and lay down on the bed.

It’s my karma.

Saving others wasn’t all that good.

…If that’s the case, go back.

I would have saved them the same way again.

The bed was soft.

…For just a moment, I put down my heavy things and fell asleep in comfort.

**

“Are you asleep?”

Raeli, like Fran, did not completely leave the spot.

I just watched Argal from outside the door.

Even when my body is broken and in pain that no one can bear.

Even if you have such a strong will.

Do you look so tender and innocent when you are sleeping so quietly?

So, he’s her marriage partner.

It was a future engagement relationship.

Even if it hasn’t been done yet, I will.

“It feels like there are always competitors.”

Raeli wasn’t too worried about that.

She has a peculiarity of her own.

If Argal saved others’ lives, she was confident that she saved Argal’s life.

So, did I just say immortality only to her?

Argal revealed the fact that he did not share it with others because he had a special regard for Raeli.

“But I don’t believe in immortality, Argal.”

Anyone could see that it was a lie telling them not to risk their lives to save themselves.

who the hell believes that?

I hope there are immortals in the world.

However, if he seriously believed that he was an immortal, that would be a big problem.

So, Raeli also agreed to confinement.

Because it is possible to capture Argal, who does not know what sacrifices he will make.

“I will never let you die, Argal.”

she murmured quietly.

If the other girls show their emotions to explode and become obsessed with Argal.

Raeli showed a sincerity seething from unconsciousness.

“Even if I take your curse.”

If I take the devil’s curse you inherited.

What expression would you make, Argal?

Because I was very curious.

She quietly swallowed my feelings.

“I will definitely protect you.”

sacrifice for him.

It was more satisfying than I thought.

She smiled a little.

**

When I opened my eyes after wandering between death and death for a while.

There was a warrior in front of me.

…I thought I was hallucinating.

“…Warrior?”

“Are you okay?”

How stunned were you?

Even if he had suffered such strong pain before returning, there were not many times when he was this painful.

His body was covered with sweat, and his heart was beating weakly, as if it would stop at any moment.

“…How long have I been down?”

“Three days have passed.”

“…this.”

I fainted for a longer time than I thought.

Didn’t he wake up even for a moment until the warrior who left the church for a while returned?

If that’s the case, I’m really going to go catch the Black Pagoda Master after I die.

With a firm expression still on his face, the hero added the facts he had learned one by one.

“I learned things that are hard to believe.”

“is it?”

“From the corruption of the royal family to the darkness of the church.”

The warrior bowed his head.

Her sense of responsibility seemed to feel heavy even when I was lying down like this.

“My laxity has made you suffer.”

“You don’t have to think that way. Warrior.”

“no. If I had known earlier, I would have freed Bessia from prison and saved the bishop from the curse, but you did what I had to do as a warrior.”

she thought so

The guilt of not being able to carry out the huge responsibility that he shouldered as a hero.

The warrior’s face darkened.

…As before, my thoughts were the same now.

“…I told you, you don’t have to carry it alone.”

“okay.”

“No matter how brave you are, there are limits. It’s not something you can do beyond yourself.”

– Knocked up.

While I was talking like that, another person entered the room.

He was also a familiar face.

That proud blue-haired man really came here.

The Sword Saint came to the capital of the kingdom and to the church.

“Then what are you, Argal?”

“…What are you talking about?”

“I asked why you are enduring something that is difficult even for a warrior to bear.”

He appeared, as always, with an expressionless face.

At the same time, he was calmly asking about a heavy topic, as if he had heard all the conversations with the warrior outside.

…It’s difficult for me to answer either.

Because if the hero carries these things on his back, it’s because the demon lord will become stronger as he awakens and becomes stronger.

“Weird guy.”

“…”

“But I can hang out with you if you want.”

Whiik-

The swordsman threw something at me.

It was something that looked like a potion, and it also seemed rarer than anything else.

“This?”

“It’s an elixir. A miraculous potion that can almost restore a reduced lifespan and current state. An elixir of life that can revive anything if it is about to die.”

“…you’re going to give this to me?”

“It was hard to find. In order to reverse your reduced lifespan, I should use it for a different reason now.”

I swallowed while looking at the elixir.

It was insanely bad.

Does the Undead need to drink?

It would be better to just die once.

I tried to put it down with that thought in mind, but the Sword Master grabbed my hand as I tried to put the Elixir down.

Kwak!

“Your life is dealing with the village.”

“…”

“If you don’t eat here, you will die soon. Argal. Don’t be strangely stubborn.”

The swordsman seemed to have finished what he wanted to say with that, and let go of my hand.

As if the judgment after that was your freedom, I just watched.

I looked at Elixir quietly.

The elixir that ecstatically emits iridescent light.

It was guaranteed to be able to raise the fallen body immediately upon swallowing it.

Even if the curse of the devil cannot be removed with the elixir.

It is certain that my death is one step away.