I’m not going to die

11 – Cleric Vesiah (5)

Am I not seeing well right now?

She thought.

Like a bird that takes off and then falls.

Watching Argal collapse, losing all life force in an instant.

“Ah, uh, ah… .”

Bethia couldn’t say anything.

Should I have said thank you to Argal right before he died?

Should I have said I’m sorry

There was no point in worrying like that.

because he’s already dead

“Anyway, a madman.”

Tigris, knowing that the battle was virtually over, came down to the ground.

The black robe swayed and the part of the hat that covered his entire face came off.

A black-haired beauty with a complicated expression was watching the two of them.

“If only it wasn’t you.”

Bessia tries to pour out her regret and hatred that have nowhere to go to Tigris.

Enormous holy power was aiming at the tower owner.

But Tigris ruthlessly denied Bessia’s words.

“under! Then, as the owner of the tower, leave the culprit who destroyed the Dark Magic Tower alone? It was meant to collide with him, but couldn’t he have died because of you?”

“What?”

“It looks like it relied on objects, but its black magic talent is at a considerable level… . To be honest, I can’t stop you if you tried to escape by yourself, but you have a lump of luggage next to you?”

A single word from Tiagris hacked Bessia’s chest to pieces.

It is an undeniable fact.

If Argal had tried to get out alone, a single stroke would have set him free.

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Just to save a girl who has only seen her face for a day.

Scrape to the bottom of my life.

Overcome the worst situation of meeting the Black Tower Master.

he faced death

There was no reason for wanting to do that.

Because there was no reason to save people.

That fact was so painful.

Even more than she is a priest.

I was more dedicated.

Because it was more sacrificial.

“Ugh, ugh.”

“Even if I wanted to kill him, I couldn’t even touch him because of the devil and I would be crazy… . Let’s just pretend today is a bad day.”

“Where are you going… !”

“Oh, so you want to kill me? Your eyes are very fierce… . But what? I don’t want to fight?”

If there is a collision, only Tigris suffers because the demon gets stuck.

As a black magician with an extremely cold mind, why would he accept such a loss?

Tigris just smiled calmly and created a demonic storm.

The Dark Magic Tower was half-destroyed, and it was a collapse that she could only repair if she went.

You can’t be stuck here.

“Cute cleric, see you later, I think we’ll meet again someday.”

“do not go!”

“To whine.”

When Tiagris left, Bessia looked at the place where the Black Tower Master had left with empty eyes.

The enemy he had fought so far, the opponent he could hate had disappeared, leaving only the cruel facts behind.

I feel the cold body temperature.

There was no strength in his body.

My heart wasn’t beating, I wasn’t breathing.

Bessia, who was looking at Argal, who in all circumstances meant only complete ‘death’, could not endure the unspeakable pain.

Was that so

She made a decision she wouldn’t normally make.

“do not die… .”

Pouring holy power on a corpse that has already died.

It’s something you shouldn’t do, and it doesn’t make any sense.

Moreover, even though she could die if she poured her holy power in this physical state, Bessia did not stop healing.

until alive.

until his heart beats again.

Even this is meaningless in the end.

Bethia feels that her vision is gradually blurring.

There were no miracles, only the predestined ending awaited.

“Stupid bitch… .”

What the hell are you thinking that makes even his sacrifice meaningless?

“Stupid bitch… .”

Do you regret not being able to say sorry after death?

“Just Mojiri… .”

Why did you want to die for me

I didn’t know why.

Because I said there was no reason.

“I have no reason either.”

Because there is no reason to save people.

right?

So god

please.

I felt the end approaching.

I did something stupid and I die like a fool.

She thought she would be remembered that way and die.

Then I felt strange.

The holy power, which should soon be cut off, does not stop.

As if scooping from the bottom of an infinite spring.

She was constantly emitting holy power.

“uh?”

At some point, enormous holy power began pouring out.

Bessia wondered to the extent that she wondered if it was the amount of holy power that a single priest would pour into it.

This is at least the level of a bishop… .

no, it was more than that.

Even the slightest return field exceeds the holy power that can be awakened in an instant, and the intense light makes it impossible to even see Argal.

At the same time that Bessia realizes that she has awakened… .

I realized that my heart, which was not supposed to be beating, started beating.

“Live, saved.”

A miracle among miracles.

Historically, a miracle that only a saint could use once in a lifetime.

Resurrection that revives the dead.

The moment it is known that a person has been revived by the power of the holy power, the person in question immediately becomes a saint without going through any procedure or process.

It wouldn’t be easy to prove this since he saved a person in a space where no one was alone, but Bessia didn’t care too much.

Because you saved Argal.

Because I made the heart of the person who sacrificed for me beat.

However, Besiah, who has no time to get drunk with joy, grabs Argal tightly and starts dragging her away from here as far as possible.

The only target that Tigris cannot attack is Bessia.

If she returned and found that Argal had been brought back to life, the same horrors would surely repeat themselves.

What came after joy was pain.

Her long prison life had worn out her muscles, and she had starved for a long time.

Starting with dragging a fallen person is nonsense.

Since she was only enduring with her holy power, more pain afflicted her.

Even a paladin could not endure the penance, she did not stop.

“…Bishop.”

It’s been quite a while since she hasn’t cried out to God.

only just

I just prayed for a moment to save Argal.

She no longer wanted God.

“Bishop Revega, I miss you.”

I just wanted to see the bishop who had taken care of me since childhood.

**

“Wouldn’t it be better to withdraw?”

The paladin spoke carefully.

A search that lasted an entire month to find the missing cleric.

The food he brought was all consumed, and the morale of the Paladins fell a lot.

Even if he was a bishop, it would be too much for him to operate the Order of the Holy Knights.

“Are you making any progress?”

“That’s right. Bishop. Even the smallest trace… .”

“Mmm.”

Bishop Rebega looked serious on the outside, but on the inside he was rotting.

A child whom I cherished like a daughter.

Because I couldn’t find Vesiah at all.

“Just one week… .”

“…”

“Let’s do it for one more week. If there is still no progress, we will withdraw.”

“All right. Bishop.”

Sensing the bishop’s earnestness, the paladin nodded.

Even if you’re a paladin struggling with this, wouldn’t you want to find it?

There was not a single person who did not do their best in every trace.

As much as that, everyone feels the urgency of Vesiah’s disappearance.

“Where the hell did you go… . child.”

The Bishop looked into the forest with a devastated heart.

Veshia had suddenly disappeared while on patrol missions with paladins near the capital.

All the priests around were intact, but only that child had disappeared.

This bizarre affair led many clerics to speculate that Bethia had left the church out of boredom.

But Bishop Rebega is convinced that this cannot be the case.

“If that were the case, you would have given me a word.”

Although he was a tick-tick-tick kid every time, he was kind to Bishop Rebe, who had raised him himself since childhood.

To think that such a child would disappear without saying anything to him, who was like his father.

I was pretty sure what had happened.

In the midst of the bishop’s hardships.

A huge demonic storm broke out in the distance.

“Bishop! A demonic storm has risen from far away!”

“I felt it.”

Yes, this may be your last chance.

The cult leader strengthened his will and gave an order to the Holy Knights.

“Let’s punish evil according to God’s command.”

“All right. Bishop!”

One of the knights headed to the place where the great storm was pouring.

I hope you find at least a trace of Bessia.

**

When it is excessively fatal or when all lives are exhausted due to black magic.

Every time I do that, I fall into a state of suspended animation for a while.

Or, to put it differently, should I say ‘die’ for a while?

I can’t breathe, my heart doesn’t even beat.

such a state of death.

But I’m not dead.

But at last I woke up, my heart beat again, and I could breathe again.

No matter how much the body was damaged while in a dead state, all the flesh reattached and returned to the whole body.

Even if you want to die, you can’t die, so it’s called a curse.

Also, because I don’t want to die, I came back from the dead, so in other words, it’s a blessing.

pounding-

pounding-

You feel your pulse.

The candle of life, which had been completely extinguished, began to burn again.

At the same time as my consciousness returns, I feel a powerful outpouring of holy power.

Could it be that you are betting healing on me?

why would you do that

Then what if he dies from depletion of holy power?

Even though the pulse was beating, the body had not yet fully revived.

Talk about not being able to move yet.

My heart was beating again, so Bethia dragged my body, probably thinking I was revived.

…I wonder if he died suddenly after overdoing it like that.

I couldn’t.

It wasn’t completely revived, but I decided to move my body as much as possible to stop Bessia from overusing her body.

“…stop.”

“ah!”

When I open my mouth, she gets startled and puts me down.

Move stiff muscles and raise your body.

Certainly, it’s hard to stand properly because it’s been a while since I’ve been resurrected.

He looked at Bessia, who looked worse than before, and scolded him.

“I saved her life at best, but then she wants to die… .”

“Heh, hehehehe!”

At that moment, Bethia was hugging me and crying, so I couldn’t say anything.

“Crazy bastard, why the hell did you try to die carrying everything on your own?”

“…”

It’s very vague to explain.

I have to bring out immortality to express my intentions and thoughts, but I can’t bring it out.

At times like this, what always came to mind was the warrior.

Of all the people I knew, there was no one other than the brave who risked his life to save others.

What did the warrior say at a time like this?

‘Because that’s my duty.’

…this doesn’t work for me.

Thinking back, not many of the things she said really struck a chord with me.

In the first place, the hero existed to save humanity, and had an enormous duty.

It was difficult to organize my position, so I stayed still, and this state remained until Bessia calmed down.

It was only after about 3 minutes that she was released.

Bessia’s cheeks were flushed red as if she knew about her ugliness.

It got a little awkward, but that’s not the point anyway.

The important thing is that he escaped from the Dark Magic Tower.

In the Dark Magic Tower, where he was enslaved for five years in the past.

I was able to get out in just one day.

Somehow he raises his motionless body.

“Let’s go back.”

“….yes!”

fluff-

Pretending to step forward, Bessia sat down on the floor first.

It seems that he used up all his stamina to drag me around.

He smiled and held out his hand to her.

Anyway, I tried to pull it up and move, but even I had stiff muscles.

It was to the point where they tied each other and walked.

Even so, Bethia did not lose her smile.

“Home, let’s go home!”

The fate of her painful death in the dungeon.

It is a moment of change.