I’m not going to die

45 – Before Death (5)

He comforted Changsung who was about to cry.

I’m not the type to cry that much… . isn’t it?

Changseong before the return was a solid castle that never wavered, but now I’m not sure.

“I’ll take care of it in the future, so don’t be too sad about it. I forgot it because it was so eventful, it wasn’t intentional.”

“To say that, I think I forgot too much… ?”

There was nothing to refute.

I don’t know how sad she must have been while being left in the carriage and coming to the church on her own in a sick state.

Besides, it’s not even my fault.

Fran and Raeli, aren’t you guys supposed to take care of them while they’re down?

When I gave the two of them such a gaze, they secretly turned their heads.

“Hmmm, anyway, let’s go catch the Black Tower Master for Argal and the bishop!”

“It should be.”

The important thing still hasn’t changed.

The only problem is that we still don’t know the location of the Black Pagoda.

To be precise, the bishop knew, so I guess I’ll have to go see him again.

“But to do that, you have to go to the bishop.”

“…Then we can go… . ah.”

I remembered a very important contradiction.

I couldn’t get out of the room because of her magic.

But Fran didn’t want to take me out at all.

“Well, can’t we go and find out by ourselves?”

“…is that going to happen?”

It wouldn’t matter as long as the bishop could enter his image world just by touching it.

However, there are more conversations to be had with the bishop, and I wanted to do it as much as possible.

It was Bessia who asked Fran to be released from conflict.

that’s a bit surprising

“Just let it go, Fran.”

“…Yeah? Wasn’t Bessia the first to try to tie up Argal?”

Bessia was standing next to me, expressing subtle futility in a weary voice.

“That was originally a joke, and Argal shared Bishop Ravega’s curse.”

He bowed his head.

As if everything came to her as an ordeal.

Bessia went through a series of very difficult things.

“If I have to meet the bishop, I have to let him meet.”

“…I know.”

When Bessia said that, Fran could no longer regurgitate me and released her magic.

…Fortunately, you won’t be locked up here for the rest of your life.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I moved to find the bishop.

When everyone was going out into the hallway of the church, the Sword Saint, who was still holding his arms, approached and spoke.

“Elixir, you haven’t eaten it all.”

Did you notice it too?

If I ate all the elixirs, my body should get better, but I didn’t feel the need to eat them all.

So I ate some and left most of it.

Even so, the effect was quite good, and I was able to move normally.

The swordsman didn’t seem to care how I ate the elixir.

I feel like it doesn’t matter what I do since I’ve achieved my goal of not dying.

“Does the warrior know?”

“I know, but the hero doesn’t know?”

Even the warrior knew.

Does she have the attitude that as long as I’m alive, she’ll be fine?

I nodded and thought about where to use the remaining elixir.

It’s too expensive to sell, so I’ll have to use it eventually.

Is there anyone who can write it?

It’s been awhile since I’ve been thinking about that.

I was able to visit the bishop again.

The bishop was lying on his bed, in a serious condition, as if he was about to die.

Maybe thanks to my sharing the curse, it’s better than before.

Even before that, the one who seemed like he was about to die was the bishop.

Bessia approached with a trembling body and sat down in front of the bishop.

“Why, why did this happen to me… .”

She escaped the Dark Magic Tower, but her fate was still entangled there.

Bessia lifts her hand with difficulty and grabs the bishop’s skinny hand.

With tears dripping down her face, Bessia couldn’t overcome her sadness when an intense light covered her.

The moment she closed her eyes to the light, Bessia closed her eyes with a comfortable expression.

…the Bishop must have done something.

Let me also go up to the Bishop and put my hand on him.

Intense light covers my gaze.

The world of images came to me again.

He must have pulled me and brought me here.

The bishop with a straight face stood still and waited for me.

“Are you back?”

“Everybody got together. Please tell me the location of the Black Pagoda.”

Then the bishop snapped his fingers to show the location of the Black Tower Pillar.

And I squinted my eyes.

Because I tried to cross the line that could never be allowed.

I couldn’t help but be stunned.

“Did the Black Pagoda Master go crazy?”

“It really could be.”

The black pagoda lord gathered an army and tried to invade the city.

They didn’t attack the capital or anything like that, but it was clear that they were trying to cross the line allowed by the royal family.

I couldn’t understand at all whether it was the influence of destroying the Dark Magic Tower, but the situation was serious.

…It wouldn’t be strange if a city could be annihilated if she really wanted to.

It could be that villages and private houses disappear.

At most, hundreds of people die.

However, the cities were of a different scale.

at least a few thousand

This staggering number could disappear overnight.

to annihilate the city.

It’s literally what black magicians do when they’re trying to put an end to it.

A heinous sin to try once when you reach transcendence or when your life’s goal is right in front of you.

Then all the attention in church or state would be drawn and they would be determined to punish the warlock.

No matter how secretly they sneak up on each other behind the scenes, the church and even the royal family will move to kill her.

Perhaps the executive branch will also move.

I looked at the bishop and said.

“How far can the bishop’s prediction go?”

“As far as the eye can see. There is no need to explain otherwise, just that much.”

It’s not about looking into the future.

If that were the case, all transcendentalists would have been prophets.

It will stop at the extent of being able to see what others cannot see with his unique insight.

“Then, are you sure the Black Tower Master intends to wipe out the city?”

“Of course it is.”

“Then, what advice can the bishop give me when I go to exterminate the Black Tower Master?”

I needed the advice of a transcendentalist.

A city must be prevented from evaporating.

It’s not because I’m doing it out of a sense of justice, it’s because the city evaporates and I don’t know what the Black Pagoda Master, who has near-infinite magic in his hand, will do.

If things went wrong, the kingdom could not be blown away by the demon king, but destroyed by the Black Pagoda Master.

The bishop pondered and replied.

“Are you still sure you are the Undead?”

“…That’s right.”

“Umm, I see.”

Although I can’t be sure it’s not immortal.

After all, do I consider myself immortal?

That thought has not changed.

The bishop began counting these days one by one.

A transcendent being looked into the distance to observe the future.

His mental world was stormy.

When he reached the end, he spoke words that were nothing short of prophecies.

“Don’t be too sure that you won’t die.”

“…What do you mean by that?”

You can’t convince an immortal that you’re immortal?

I couldn’t understand it at all.

The Bishop gave me one more word.

“Rather, it is because it brings worse results.”

“Are you saying I’m not an immortal?”

“Regardless of that, the actions derived from it, rather, lead you to ruin.”

…You mean to refrain from taking advantage of my immortality and risking death?

I didn’t understand well.

That’s a way to properly utilize being immortal.

why don’t you do it

Or is the Bishop still thinking that I’m not an Undead, so he’s trying to keep me from dying as much as possible?

No matter what, you can’t just ignore the advice of the Transcendentalist.

Nod.

Waves rushing over me in the world of images.

**

when the sky turns dark

she got up

“It is quiet.”

Even as dizzy as her mind was, the world was still.

It’s night, so it’s natural.

“Tower lord, almost everything is ready.”

“Wait a little longer.”

“All right.”

Although she was the one who couldn’t wait to wait.

I knew I would be patient with important things ahead.

There was a large wall in front of me.

Autonomous city near the capital.

A place that can be called a big city with a total population of over 100,000.

The Dark Magic Tower was about to make an all-out attack there.

The reason was simple.

I put her wish in front of my eyes.

“…Finally done.”

Tiagris’ smile was thicker than anything else.

I will never forget the sight I saw three days ago.

At that time, the connection with Gaudium was cut off, so I moved to find his traces.

When found, Gaudium had become a skeleton with only gruesome traces remaining.

The owner of the Black Tower did not have the ability to turn the undead into undead again.

But he had the ability to see the traces of that day.

To find out who killed Gaudium.

In order to examine what happened in the past, I gathered the fragments of the soul, and the things that happened at that time were listed.

and could see

The boy I thought was dead then.

The fact that he was alive and well.

As soon as she saw that, her mind spun faster than ever.

Clearly, Gaudium was on the verge of attempting the Undead Ritual.

Therefore, in order to experiment with factors that have a high possibility of becoming undead, a number of people kidnapped nobles and priests were placed.

And the aristocratic boy who was summoned did the bold thing of sacrificing his own life to destroy the Dark Magic Tower and save the priest.

That was the whole story she knew, and she thought it was over.

Until the boy survived and killed Gaudium, who had become a lich.

Then there is only one possibility left.

The Undead’s experiment was successful.

The boy demonstrated his potential to destroy the Dark Magic Tower with his infinite life.

Due to the devil’s contract, he threw down his last life, but was revived because he did not die in the end.

As soon as she realized that, Tiagris laughed like she had gone mad.

Being immortal is not the only wish of the royal family.

It was also her wish.

“If the warlock reaches immortality.”

Even the demon king won’t be afraid.

Finally done!

It’s finally done!

Grind all her life.

The completion of the undead he wanted to achieve by building the Dark Magic Tower!

“Did he say his name was Argal… ? I’m stupid too. I thought they were dead and didn’t do a proper investigation.

She smiled ecstatically.

Stealing everything from the Undead.

It’s not long before she reaches true immortality.

So he wanted to attack the city.

It’s not strong enough to attack the Undead hiding in the capital.

If you complete the perfect preparation and sacrifice the city at once, you will be able to grasp the powerful power that leads to the transcendent.

Then she herself might not be able to handle the magic and explode and die.

Only then will you be able to take on the power of the Undead.

Taking immortality is a job that requires considerable conditions.

If she robs her like that, eventually the infinite life will make her a true transcendent.

So I entrusted the study of immortality to the elders.

She devoted all her energy to research that could take away immortality.

that’s why i’m sure

That the boy’s immortality would be his own.