I’m not going to die

75 – Is he really dead (2)

Bethia left for a moment.

Ardel nodded quietly.

There are people who react differently.

In the midst of the silent memorial service, Reinhardt discussed how to steal the coffin.

“It would be important to inform the resurrected Argal of the situation. Of course, he’s also smart, so he won’t come out of the coffin right away.”

“Then, should we aim for a situation where the coffin will not draw attention during that time?”

In the midst of such discussion, there was a girl who approached me with tears in her eyes.

There was someone I had forgotten.

Perhaps because of the aftermath of the great magic, she was quite hurt and was weeping in front of Argal’s coffin.

“Are you dead after all? did you try that hard? Is my method wrong? Or was it something you couldn’t stop?”

Fran had not yet clearly recognized that Argal was an immortal.

It’s like that since the moment I passed out.

In particular, looking at the situation, Argal seemed to have died saving the city.

Ardel was taken aback, but told Fran the truth.

“Hey, hang on Fran!”

“How did Argal die? Maybe it’s because I couldn’t kill the Black Pagoda Master at once, right? Is it my fault?”

In order to calm down Fran, he explained it in the most understandable way possible.

“Argal is not dead.”

“Aren’t you dead?”

“My brother is an immortal, and he probably gave you some words. Of course you wouldn’t believe it.”

Fran calmed down after she had been crying for a while and then calmly analyzed her memories.

When she compares the fact that she is an immortal with the appearance Argal has shown so far after removing the emotional part with the thorough reasoning of a wizard.

If the Undead were hit, the behavior he had shown so far had a probability.

To the extent of overdoing it, he had come to terms with his actions in the past when he was not concerned about his life.

Frank had no choice but to believe the word immortal.

If you don’t believe me, he’s really dead.

It doesn’t matter if it’s an immortal or a being that resurrects after dying.

Once she can be revived, she is satisfied.

In addition, seeing Asher sleeping in a comfortable state, he was even convinced.

“affection… . Are you verbally immortal?”

“I saw them die and come back to life, so the Undead are right.”

“Then, fortunately… .”

Finally, Fran passed out.

As it was, I used up all my energy, so I had poured all my energy into running this far at the end.

There were still problems, but it would have been over if the Black Pagoda Master had died.

Ardel said to Reinhardt.

“First, I need to find a place for the kids to rest.”

“If you ask the mayor, he will do everything.”

Come to think of it, it was.

The mayor was totally pushing Argal as a hero, and the hero’s colleague needed a place to rest.

As expected, the mayor readily accepted Ardel’s request.

“There is an official residence that is not used. You should stay there.”

“Are you okay?”

“Of course it should be done.”

After the mayor said that and even gave an order to the bureaucracy, the next job was a breeze.

Ardel wanted to rest well at the official residence, but he was worried about whether he should stay still, leaving his younger brother in the coffin.

It was Reinhardt who eased those worries.

“I will take care of the latter. rest.”

“Are you okay?”

“I am confident in my stamina, and this incident has not been going on for that long.”

Even Ardel thought about it, it had only been a day or two.

It was so large that it was tiring in a short time, but Reinhardt was not a person to get tired of.

When he stepped forward to manage the later work, Ardel also wanted to entrust him with the work.

First of all, it was reliable, and I thought it would handle well no matter what variables arise.

Then, Ardel turned his head and sighed as he looked at the two girls who had collapsed over there.

While contemplating whether to carry Fran and Asher on her back, Raeli carried Frann first.

“I’ll leave the rest to Reinhardt. brother. You can find it after Argal is resurrected.”

“i get it.”

Ardel also carried Asher.

…What a light child.

You did a great job for that age group, Asher.

Asher slept with his eyes closed.

It was a voice mixed with laughter.

“lol… . Argal, I won the bet.”

…What bet did you make?

Ardel was curious, but he didn’t want to dig further into other people’s relationships.

I was already digging deep, but it seemed that he wouldn’t be able to handle it if I went further.

“…If you tell the maid, she will wash it for you, right?”

Only the thick smell of blood lingered in his nostrils.

No matter how you look at it, Asher should be put to sleep after being washed, but Ardel himself never thought of doing that.

He sighed and moved on.

The official residence was very close to the city hall.

That one was good.

**

“…You’re late.”

The dark magic held in the sky was dispersed, and the city seemed to have regained its tranquility.

The remnants of the black magician remained in front of the city, but only the remaining little ones who were on the verge of dying after exhausting their magic power, the hero felt something empty from the fact that he had lost his role.

The bishop comforted him.

“Don’t beat yourself up. Wouldn’t that be better than having the city disappear altogether?”

He looked very relieved.

The hero was puzzled by something here.

Could the worst have ever happened?

The Golden Knights started to catch up, but they didn’t have much energy.

I went to the dispatch, but it was worth it because everything was finished and arrived.

Still, citizens welcomed it.

If the knights who came to save the city were treated coldly, who would come running to them when there is another crisis like this?

Even though I was late, I didn’t forget the hospitality that I had to do.

The knights who saw it cheered up, even if they were in vain.

In place of the tired soldiers and knights who suffered all day long, the Golden Knights directly took over the security, and the city quickly regained stability.

The warrior also looked around the city and went on.

But something was ominous.

People commemorated the hero who saved the city.

that’s not weird

There must be people sacrificed in the process of defending the city.

However, one individual was mainly mentioned.

She didn’t mention the exact name, but the more she heard the citizens’ descriptions, the more uneasy she became.

“Even though he is a warlock, he burned himself to save the city, so isn’t he the savior of the city?”

“exactly!”

“I will commemorate the hero today as well.”

Speaking of black magicians, only one person came to mind.

Argal was the only one who used black magic, and he could be mistaken for a black magician.

But to burn a body, to commemorate it.

The more she heard that, the more impatient she became.

“Bishop, what the hell happened?”

“I don’t know.”

The bishop sighed deeply and said.

“I still don’t know the outcome of this.”

When the bishop spoke like that, the hero hurriedly ran away without listening.

…the bishop smiled at the warrior who disappeared like the wind.

People have to listen to the end.

The bishop muttered to himself, as he could not catch the warrior who had already gone and tell him.

“But, since I’m immortal anyway, it doesn’t matter if I die.”

What the bishop was worried about was the destruction that would come from dying.

he is right immortal

An undead that takes time to resurrect.

The warrior hastily ran away.

Recalling the possibility that Argal might have died, he proceeded with the expectation that he might not have died.

When we arrived at the center of the city, many people had gathered.

Priests, dignitaries, knights, citizens.

All of them mourned in front of a single coffin.

Her body stiffened as she watched the funeral procession.

The hero constantly rolled his eyes.

I constantly looked around to find out where someone would be able to quickly and accurately convey the current situation.

Then there is someone who stands out.

boy with blue hair.

Russelmann’s Confucius.

The hero who found Reinhardt ran to him and asked him right away.

When he saw the suddenly appeared hero, he was not surprised and looked at her calmly.

“Is Argal dead?”

Every circumstance, every circumstance was telling him he was dead.

I wanted you to deny it.

certainly.

If she did all her duties and died.

What a terrible thing.

I just couldn’t handle it.

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Just as he was thinking about that, his mouth opened.

“I wouldn’t have died.”

“Really?”

“But now I’m worried.”

Reinhardt muttered as he looked at the coffin that was admired by everyone.

I was told it would come back to life after a few hours of talking.

He has not yet been resurrected.

Even after half a day has passed.

“Because he really could have died.”

“…Is that so?”

The hero couldn’t stop the strength in his legs from loosening.

But it hasn’t completely collapsed yet.

Because there still seems to be hope.

Reinhardt’s ambiguous answer made him move away from steadfast despair.

“I need to hear the whole story.”

“I will.”

Reinhardt began to explain the events in the city one by one.

The warrior who heard all of this clearly recognized the problem that was occurring.

The reason why she was able to accept the fact that she was also an immortal was recognized in the dreams she had seen so far, and also the fact that she would fall as a result of death could be known from the appearance of Argal in her dreams.

So, I wasn’t really surprised that he was an immortal.

The problem is that while he is an immortal, he is not resurrecting after dying.

“The person who was supposed to be resurrected hasn’t been resurrected yet.”

“…I don’t know how long I’ll have to wait.”

“Perhaps, but the worst possibility.”

The hero believed that Argal was an immortal.

However, I was still anxious.

“If this is not the last time we can resurrect… .”

“Then he must be dead.”

Reinhardt shook his head.

If the undead can’t be resurrected, it’s just dead.

Speaking so calmly, the hero became even more impatient and suggested a solution to erase this anxiety.

“There is a way.”

“What is it?”

“You can ask the bishop.”

Reinhardt was curious since he had never heard of a bishop.

“Come to think of it, the devil’s curse on the bishop must have been lifted, but asking the bishop won’t solve the problem.”

“It will be resolved. Because the bishop has become a transcendental person.”

Reinhardt, who was calm about anything, had his eyes wide open this time.

For the warrior, this was the only way.

If the bishop, who can predict the future, tells you if Argal will be revived, everything will be solved.

**

There is a saying called heavenly leakage.

Even if you look at the future, if you carelessly mention it, the bishop will be greatly adversely affected.

A bishop does not think of himself as a prophet.

It is a prediction that is close to prophecy based on the data given to the end.

But even these predictions draw attention to transcendent beings.

In the meantime, the bishop investigated what had happened in the city.

So, I was able to make the following prediction.

I predicted how Argal would survive.

Let’s focus our mind for a moment and look at the many possibilities.

At first glance, the result was known.

“…Resurrection somewhat late… .”

As soon as he said it, the bishop suddenly felt goose bumps on his back.

A black hand held out its index finger in the dark air.

[The moment you mention that, you die.]

And as if the thing just now had become an illusion, the black hand that held out the index finger disappeared.

“…Devil? No, it’s different from normal demons.”

If he really exists, he is an absolute being who deserves the title of Great Demon.

Wiping a cold sweat, the Bishop realized that this prediction could never be mentioned.