50 – Creation Asher (5)

Ardel muttered in the carriage.

“So, why did you guys become friends with Argal?”

It was a forbidden question.

Because it felt like each of us was dealing with a single trauma.

Especially when it comes to Fran and Bessia, who were directly saved by risking their lives.

Fran subtly averted her gaze, and Raeli answered.

At least she was a little more confident in front of Argal.

Rather, he took pride in having saved Argal.

“Your brother knows about the incident at the academy, too, right?”

“Of course you know, I heard you got hurt a lot there.”

This is where Frank intervened.

“It wasn’t just that I was hurt, it was shattered! What the hell do you normally do to not take care of yourself like that?!”

“Is that so?”

Ardell scratched his head.

I usually think of Argal.

I was worried, but also puzzled.

I don’t know where that coward went and turned into a person who threw himself recklessly.

People changed in an instant.

However, there was still something certain that Argal was Argal.

He was still weak-minded.

sympathize with others

I’m sorry.

Ardel knows such a tender younger brother.

That’s why I’m called a friend to these various people.

“…I think I know what it is.”

“Then, get some home training right! town!”

“P-Fr, all the way there! That’s really rude!”

…What the hell have you been doing, younger brother?

While the two girls were making a fuss.

Reinhardt, who was sitting in the front seat, laughed softly.

He secretly talked about Argal behind his back.

“That sounds right.”

“Reinhardt, will you do the same?!”

“It’s not wrong to say that a guy who says he’s teaching etiquette rushes at you without hesitation.”

Ardel doesn’t know what they’re talking about.

I need to meet my brother again and talk to him properly.

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Just plain sad

Ardel recalled the past.

“My brother is very compassionate.”

“…”

“I felt sorry for a child who lost his parents and brought him as a maid to our mansion, and he even cried when someone was seriously injured, and he would rather hurt himself than others.”

Because he was such a good kid.

Even though his appearance was cold, his behavior was the same.

As expected, you risked your body to save others.

“Oh, was it? Certainly, if Argal has such a personality, I can understand it.”

“Wow, this is my first time hearing it too. brother.”

“I don’t mean to say anything carelessly to others, so… .”

Ardel murmured and looked away.

No matter how much he introduced him as Argal’s friend, the duke’s family felt burdened.

He was cautious even as he spoke.

“That, Gongja?”

“There is no need to be polite.”

“Then Reinhardt, where am I going?”

“Go to Anthony’s mayor.”

“…What?”

Hearing something loud and loud, as if he had become deaf, Ardel asked back with an absurd expression.

“Didn’t you hear me? I am going to see the mayor.”

“Poetry, the mayor?”

“Do you have any problem?”

If it was the mayor, it was literally the largest high-ranking official that Anthony could face.

Ardel would meet the mayor who would feel a lot of pressure just by meeting him face-to-face.

he was upset

“For what reason do you want to meet the mayor?”

“Because of the danger of Anthony disappearing from the map.”

…This time, Ardel’s mind went out.

His head couldn’t hold it any longer.

Fran was frightened to see Ardel, who only opened his mouth and couldn’t say anything.

“I lost my mind!”

“Wouldn’t that be worth it?”

Fortunately, Ardel quickly regained the spirit he had let go of.

Gulping, he wondered.

“Why are you guys so calm?”

“Calm down?”

“The city could disappear, but you came directly into such a limb.”

Fran answered in a voice filled with heavy emotions.

“More than that.”

“…”

“I think it’s because I’ve been through it.”

Ardel’s body stiffened.

…What have you all been through?

Ardel stayed quiet because he didn’t know.

The carriage was still rolling, and Ardel suddenly remembered a girl.

A kid with a strange hobby of picking mushrooms in the back mountain.

Because he was a child who came to visit him every time and talked about this and that,

I was just worried

Will this city be okay?

Will a peaceful tomorrow for all citizens staying in this city ever come?

If not.

He will do his best as an apprentice knight.

**

If there’s something that makes you feel very strange.

Why do you keep carrying women on your back?

Bessia, Fran, and even Changsung would do this.

“Really, it’s lighter than I thought.”

“…I’ve heard that ten times, so you can stop talking.”

yes i am light

I’ve heard it many times.

Changsung groaned.

“…If it was even a little heavy, I would throw it away.”

“I can hear everything.”

“Yes, I told you to listen.”

Decide whether you are making fun of me or trying to help me.

Even after saying that, she is silently moving toward Anthony, so her behavior is indeed contradictory.

Even after stabbing at one point, the situation was urgent, so I could not rest and move.

Still, I moved a good step.

Even if she was out of breath, she was good at pushing her body to the limit.

“Whoops, Margie doesn’t know that well, so is it that serious?”

“It’s starting soon, so it’s a race against time.”

Looking at the demonic energy flowing in the air, it seemed that I knew how the ritual was performed.

Whenever a person dies, it is immediately returned to the magic.

The reduced magic is all concentrated in one place.

If half of the city’s population were dedicated to it, a force powerful enough to reach transcendence alone would gather.

Then, after the Black Pagoda Master reaches transcendence, he will annihilate everyone.

It’s literally erasing the city from the map.

Then, the most basic response is to make as few people die as possible in the city.

That way, less demonic energy will gather, and the Black Pagoda Lord will die on its own as a reaction to the excessive ritual.

It won’t be easy though.

Warlocks are truly terrible things, and do not commit unbearable things like this without any countermeasures.

Whether it’s pouring deadly poison, spreading plague, or raising dead city dwellers back to the undead.

I will not cover all kinds of means and methods.

So the role of the warrior is important.

Outside help was essential.

As much as possible, the golden knights and church priests requested by the hero arrived just before the mage master did not reach the transcendence.

No, I wonder if I can trust the church now.

The planted spy moved faster than expected.

I don’t know what the intention is, but if the church’s cooperation is impossible, at least the Golden Knights must come.

Stop worrying for a moment.

The work after this was important, but the present is also important.

“…Asher.”

“Yes, why?”

soaked in sweat

Her sweat soaked into my body.

Changsung was quite overdoing it.

At this point, I should have said something earlier.

“Stop, let’s rest for a while.”

“Yes.”

I neglected her too much because I didn’t care for her.

If you have any thoughts, it is doubtful that it will be of special help if these two go.

Even if I’m an exception, I’m not sure about Changsung.

Changseong is a genius, but it is not yet a skill that will be of great help.

At least I had to reach Expert like the swordsman, but there was a significant increase in power.

Still, if it was Changsung, wouldn’t it be possible to overcome this limit?

Changsung, who put me down, looked at my face and struggled for a while.

She had the same gloomy face as usual.

“You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’m sweating profusely, so there’s no need to worry.”

“Because you’re in worse condition.”

I tilted my head.

Are you even worried about me?

It was not creative.

Although I worried about it once before.

It hasn’t been shown since then.

A window covering the bright sky.

Her dim black eyes stared intently at me.

It’s like you’ve made up your mind on something.

Changsung said something he didn’t normally say.

“I don’t understand the way you usually look.”

“…”

“I think I understand a little bit now.”

She bent down a bit more.

something was close

Melancholy, she murmured quietly.

“I have something I want to say.”

“Try it.”

“Why are you going?”

There was, of course, a reason for this.

“Because if I don’t go, there will be a bigger disaster.”

“Even though your body is in such a serious condition?”

“yes.”

Asher paused for a moment as if he had sensed something from my answer.

Then, ask again.

“Argal, do you have no regrets in life?”

“Why do you think so?”

“Because you always want to die.”

she was so sincere

Others guess why.

Or maybe he intentionally avoided the question because he didn’t feel like asking.

She bluntly specified my identity.

That was closer to the truth than I thought.

“You are a suicidal person who acts as if you will not die even if you die.”

“…”

But this is too direct.

“Do you know why I thought that?”

“Why?”

“I wasn’t particularly obsessed with life either.”

“You don’t care?”

“That’s why I felt a strange identification with you.”

Should I say this is a shocking confession?

Or should I say it’s her?

Even in the past, Changsung did not always show any regrets about his life.

A tank that jumps between the demon lord’s army.

It is the same now.

He showed the skill of enduring among lower-level demons, and jumped into any dangerous situation at the risk of death.

But that doesn’t mean I’m ready for death.

If you just don’t care if you die.

If that’s what formed her bizarre personality.

It seemed that the behavior before the return would be understandable to some extent.

“So, why are you telling this story now?”

“I’m thinking about it.”

Changsung rolled his eyes.

“You mean the kids around you will be so sad when you die.”

“Doesn’t that have nothing to do with you?”

“No, it doesn’t matter, I heard something called affection.”

You also have something called jeong.

However, it was a bit contradictory.

“If you have no regrets in life, why is there such a thing as affection?”

“Because that and that are a little different, can a person’s heart really split in half and decide? And now I have changed my mind.”

“…was it changed?”

back to the point

She brought out what she wanted.

“So let’s make a bet, Argal.”

“bet?”

I had used it once before.

But that was to fix her character.

I didn’t know that I would use it now.

“We give each other a reason to live.”

“…What?”

“As I met you, I gradually found a reason for living.”

She herself inferred the reason for this.

“My heart has changed from the sight of everyone struggling to hold on to a strong enemy they can’t win, even for a moment.”

To catch a high-level demon.

Did she sense something from everyone’s sacrifice to give her time to stab her?

Certainly she has changed based on that time.

“So I’ll give you a reason to live.”

Her promise was really strange.

It’s not that he wants to arrest me like Fran.

It’s not like Bessia is trying to prevent death from the beginning.

I promise to give you the motivation to live.

It is the reason to live for the undead.

To beings who cannot die.

I will make you want to live

“How are you going to do that… .”

“If the reason to live is completely completed, then by granting the wish.”

“…do whatever you want.”

If there’s one misunderstanding, it’s that I’m immortal, so I’m not obsessed with life.

I only have one life like you, but it’s not that I haven’t found a reason to live yet.

Let go of those misunderstandings.

At first I was curious.

“Then Asher, why do you want that?”

“I think the kids around you will be sad if you die.”

Changsung’s face became subtly depressed.

“Because I feel sad too.”

Then he smiled.

“You made me like that.”

She feels a bit relieved, as if she finally said what she wanted to say.

So it was ironic.

Changsung changed because of my actions.

She didn’t want me to die.

However, like others, I did not prevent my death through physical means such as confinement, contract, or healing.

I wanted to change my mind.

He wanted to give me the regrets of life.

She believed that she could change me, just as she had changed.

This was also a misunderstanding caused by not revealing that he was an immortal.

It was burdensome for even Changsung to tell me how he felt.

Because of this, I have no choice but to change my stubbornness a little bit.

Someday, I’ll have to get the facts out before I get too much misunderstanding.

In particular, there was a high possibility that he would die again because of this incident.

If that’s the case, I’ll let you know even before I die.

Even if I can’t tell everyone I’m related to, I’m telling those who will witness my death.

To be able to completely believe in immortality.

I don’t let their illusions bother me anymore.