78 – Is he dead (5)

Upon hearing the news, Ardel breathed a sigh of relief.

It was very fortunate to be able to prevent the blackening of the girls waiting for Argal’s resurrection.

With the news that Bessia was resurrecting Argal, everyone regained their mental stability.

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Just as Asher, who had been trembling all the time, smiled happily and the symptoms disappeared, he became calm in an instant, Fran, who was worried about selling his soul to the devil, and Raelina, who said he would pay the price for the delayed resurrection, everyone regained their calm. Well, how fortunate is that?

In the process, I was so overjoyed that there was a bit of a commotion, but compared to before, it didn’t matter anyway.

“I wonder why things turned out this way… .”

Wouldn’t it be nice if everything ended well?

The time has come for the girls, who had been lying in exhaustion watching the dead Argal in front of the church every day, to sit down in front of a wide table and have a serious talk.

In addition to that, the hero, Reinhardt, and even the bishop gathered and discussed the future of this party in one place.

Bessia is absent, saying she has something to prepare to resurrect Argal.

As long as she had decided to become a saint, it was irrelevant even if she did not participate in this meeting.

“We discuss the most important part.”

Regardless of whether Argal was resurrected or not, Reinhardt had been living in the official residence all along, doing what he needed to do.

Recently, he was moving the busiest like a hero.

Ardel and the other girls were grieving over Argal’s death, and Ardel spent a lot of time trying to comfort him.

Thinking about that makes Ardel feel a bit pricked.

Others had a hard time getting dirt on their feet, but wasn’t he staying with the girls?

In any case, Reinhardt said the first words as he took a sip of steaming black tea.

“What about the royal family?”

Everyone fell silent.

very important issue.

Everyone here recognized the royal family as something to be defeated.

Besides, the bishop brought up a big problem that even Ardel was not aware of.

In Argal’s memory, he knew only the mistake of supporting the Dark Magic Tower, but he didn’t know anything beyond that.

“The royal family… . I’m guessing that he’s colluding with the demon king’s army.”

“Really? Bishop?”

It was the warrior who showed a strong reaction here.

It was the warrior who was imprinted with an instinctive hatred for the Demon King’s army.

Being related to such a demon army, if that’s the case, isn’t it something to be punished unconditionally?

It was burning the heart of the hero who had already decided to get rid of the royal family.

“Then, we must pull it out from the root.”

“However, you can’t just do it like that.”

The bishop was the first to bring up the crimes of the royal family, but gave a contradictory answer that the royal family should not be removed.

While some were puzzled, others were convinced.

Frank replied coldly.

“In the system of the state, the royal family occupies a crucial position. If you recklessly bring it down and you can’t form a legit government that can replace the royal family, you’ll get into more chaos.”

Reinhardt, who heard the opinion with a scholarly aspect, supplemented it with a more political part.

“There is nothing that cannot be replaced. There are many families that share the lineage of the royal family, and there will also be maternal families that have nothing to do with the corruption of the royal family. But in a revolution, there is always a lot of blood to be shed. Not only the royal lineage, the innocent may have to die. In addition to this, countless problems will arise.”

Meanwhile, Raeli was taken aback.

Similar to Ardel, she is only a young lady from a rural estate, and the discussion itself is burdensome.

Ardel’s position itself is the same, but because he saw Argal’s memories, he had to destroy the royal family.

“Now, now, wait a minute, rebel now… .”

“It’s not a rebellion, it’s a revolution.”

Raeli had no choice but to keep her mouth shut at the hero’s reply.

If a hero representing humanity is a revolution, it is a revolution.

It is a word that expresses her strong will.

As if Raeli couldn’t bear to look at it, she stopped it even a little more.

No matter how much she thinks about it, she thinks it’s a revolution because she likes words, and it won’t go through a smooth process.

“So, are you going to run to the royal family and bring down the king first? The right way… . There is none.”

The simplest is to accompany force, even if there is a Transcendentalist included in this party, it is virtually no different from a prophet, and other than that, even if Argal is the strongest, I don’t think Argal will destroy the royal family alone.

The royal family has the executive branch, the army, the Golden Knights, and also the sword masters of the north.

There were so many forces that would give their allegiance unconditionally no matter what the circumstances.

Especially if Argal uses black magic to destroy it, it will become a revolution that the people cannot understand.

Only a revolution, at least understood and understood by the people, could successfully change the regime and form a better government.

Even Reinhardt couldn’t come up with a proper answer here.

There was a vague need to change the royal family, and there was a plan to follow this, but there were too many things to consider to put it into practice.

While everyone was silent, the Bishop still smiled.

“it’s possible.”

He has already done all the calculations.

He devised a plan to drive out the royal family most neatly and put a better king in his place.

“You just have to follow my words.”

It’s not even a huge revolution.

On the surface, it will be nothing more than a reform.

Still, if his plans come to fruition, the royal family will be tidied up in the end.

There was no one here who could not be trusted.

Everyone thought that if a transcendent who could prophesy said so, it would really happen.

Rather, it was the bishop himself who was worried about this plan.

Variables always existed, and his foreknowledge was only a prediction, not something he could truly see into the future.

So there is an unreadable presence in this prediction.

Transcendentalists like him were unpredictable.

Sword Master of the North.

A person who lives obsessively killing monsters coming from the north.

Likewise, it was not easy to predict against the Demon Lord’s army with many transcendentalists.

Considering the variables of the Demon King’s army executives, who don’t know where they might come from, no matter how best his plan was, I wasn’t sure it would come true easily.

“…so you guys have to work out my plan.”

But you have to do it.

The royal family has committed sins that can never be covered, and will continue to do so.

**

The funeral is nearing its end.

It was a funeral that lasted a long time.

Even if you do a normal funeral, it’s not this long.

If there was such a case, only when the great hero saved the country, the funeral continued for a long time with a state funeral.

Very few, no, people who have experienced such a director for a hundred years can be counted on the fingers.

It was all the more so because no one had ever saved all the townsfolk single-handedly.

The body of such a hero was staying in the coffin.

His coffin was placed in the center of the church, which maintained a very clean and solemn atmosphere.

There was no one who did not know how much honor and glory was given to him just for the fact that he was laying the body of the dead in a church where only God, his priests, and church members could cross the threshold.

There was still a long line to commemorate him, and many people mourned his death.

In the midst of this, there was a priest approaching the coffin.

Even if you can bow your head and commemorate nearby to prevent any misfortune, you are prevented from coming very close.

If someone tries to mutilate the body, it will be a big problem.

It was natural, and it was also natural that all the mourners’ eyes would be focused when someone approached.

But no one stopped.

The paladins who managed the funeral site watched it, and many people simply understood that the girl approaching the coffin was also a priest’s attire, so it was moved to be managed by the church.

It’s just that her outfit was more colorful and decorated than the other priests, so some people were attracted to it.

“…a beautiful priest.”

“With such beauty, it would be a pity to be a priest.”

A girl with gray eyes and hair, like gray, knelt in front of the coffin.

At the same time, he put his hands together and began to pray.

It was similar to the others, but everyone started to look at her.

A great light bursts and flows.

The whole church was covered with holy power that even the paladins, who had received a promise in advance and passed the priest, could not help but wonder.

A very short time passes, and when everyone here is watching the priest without even breathing.

someone shouted

“…a miracle!”

“You saved a person!”

The coffin began to move in line with the exploding holy power.

I could see that the coffin was easily overturned.

…And.

The entity awakened in the coffin stood up, shaking off its hair.

Feeling a shattering headache, I spoke to Bethia.

“Is that your choice?”

“Rather, I think this will help.”

“…I won’t stop you.”

I looked around and roughly grasped the situation.

It seemed to match the timing of my resurrection, as if it were a miracle.

If so, Bethia made up her mind to become a saint.

I don’t know what happened while I was dead.

For Bessia to become a saint, it will help quite a lot.

Considering the appearance of the existing saintess, it was because she was a bit of a religious person.

Actually, that’s not bad.

It was because most of the religious people were stubborn and inflexible.

The problem is bad for me.

The existing saintess will not bend the hatred of warlocks that all religious people have.

Instead, if Bessia takes the place of the saint, the whole church will be on our side.

If the church becomes an ally that takes sides in any situation, the future will be easier.

However, I was really curious about Bethia’s thoughts that led to that decision.

Bessia didn’t look at me, but was waving at everyone’s praises and hymns of remembrance.

…it was evident that her obsession had become much less.

Maybe it’s because it was revealed that he was an immortal.

Asher was the first to greet me as I made my way through the large crowd of people who worshiped miracles.

At some point, she was clinging to my back and quietly pulling my clothes.

“…Why are you so late?”

“I didn’t intend to. sorry.”

When I apologized like that, she nodded and clung to me as if that was all right.

…Don’t stick around while others are watching.

Looking around, there were countless people flocking to see the Resurrection Day.

Come to think of it, how did Asher get through this crowd and how did he get here?

Were you waiting in advance?

“…They didn’t tell me the exact date, so I couldn’t wait, and as soon as I heard the news, I used this as a leverage and took off.”

“…that’s amazing.”

Asher proudly displayed his long spear and told the story of his arrival like this with a technique that others could not imitate.

Are you saying that it fell right here after passing through countless crowds with it?

I felt like I was going to lose my mind for a while.

And it wasn’t just Asher who was coming here.

The other two girls also made their way through the crowd.

Fran, wearing a large brim hat, and Raeli, wearing a light training suit today.

The eyes of those two greeted me on the day I was resurrected, but I felt a bit of resentment.

I think I know what I wanted to say even without hearing it out loud.

I was resentful of having to wait for a week.

…I’m afraid to go back.

Then he looked at Asher.

“Are you okay?”

“…yes? what?”

“Others seem to resent me for coming back so late, are you okay?”

Asher smiled shyly.

…I don’t know why he smiles like that.

“If you come back… . that’s enough.”

“…If you’re satisfied with that.”

He patted Asher’s head for such an answer.

Her hair, which was tangled up in curly hair, accepted my fingers roughly but gently.

She smiled a little brighter.