I’m not going to die

79 – Admissions

“A hero!”

“Waaa!”

It took a very long time for the crowd celebrating my resurrection and praising the miracle to dissipate.

I was a little tired, but it was the first time in the world to receive such praise, so it felt different.

If you were always criticized and criticized, you would have received it, but where have you ever been praised like this?

It wasn’t that there wasn’t a reward for saving the city.

The end of this procession was taken when the mayor representing the city appeared.

Everyone shut up.

No matter how bureaucratic he was, the mayor was an aristocrat and had a status comparable to that of the lord of the city.

Since the mayor himself came forward, everyone was silent.

In the midst of a moment of silence, the mayor bowed to me and expressed his utmost respect.

“Give thanks to the hero who saved the city.”

“You don’t have to.”

“As it should be. More than that, a miracle that cannot be explained in words has been accomplished, a priest who revived a hero who risked his life like a story from a fairy tale. There is a saint right in front of his eyes.”

The crowd responded.

“It’s a saint!”

“You have accomplished a miracle!”

In fact, in front of so many people, Bessia was recognized as a saint.

Originally, since she accomplished a miracle, she would become a saint right away, but since there are still candidates for the saintess, she will probably compete with her.

The mayor must have noticed that I was starting to feel tired, and waved his hand at the crowd.

“It’s been a while since I woke up again, so I must be tired. You can go wherever you want and relax.”

“Thank you for your kindness.”

“It is the right thing to do.”

When the mayor ordered that, the soldiers started to escort me on their own.

It probably doesn’t matter where you go and stay, but there must be a place where your comrades stay.

When I looked at Asher, she nodded and moved.

The people who had gathered were gradually dispersing according to the atmosphere.

The city gradually regained its calm.

Asher arrived at the place where the others were staying, and I looked at Besiah before entering the mansion.

She smiled softly.

…Even so, it seems that his affection for me has not disappeared.

I don’t know what kind of resolution she made, but the fact that she was known to be an immortal was probably one of the reasons she changed her mind.

“Sorry.”

“what?”

“I feel like I’ve only disturbed you.”

“If you thought you would die, it was a natural reaction.”

“So I looked for a better direction. If I become a saint, I will definitely be able to help you on your journey.”

He nodded.

Considering the symbolism of the saintess, the help that would come from it was clear.

In particular, the holy relics given to the saintess will strengthen her holy power many times over, so it can be a powerful force to compete with the transcendent.

Even compared to the existing saints, if Bessia obtained the holy relic, there was a high possibility that she would be stronger.

Then I asked.

“Even if you’re leaving for a while during that period?”

“I need to cool my head, it won’t take long anyway, I’ll see you again soon.”

Bessia smiled and said lightly about leaving for a while.

When you let go of what she always carried, you find that your relationship with her has become a step lighter.

Rather, this might be better.

Excessive obsession became a hindrance rather than a help, and gave birth to misunderstandings and conflicts rather than solid friendship.

Like Bessia, the other girls will also let go of their obsession little by little.

The cause of the obsession came from the fact that he risked his life to save it, but if he knew that his life was an immortal, he would be able to relieve it little by little.

“It has changed.”

“I think this is right.”

“Have a good trip. In fact, since you’re certain to become a saintess candidate, you won’t have to suffer.”

“Your bishop will also become a cardinal, so what’s the difficulty?”

Bethia smiled and held my hand.

“Because I will come back as a saint who can revive any injury or any death.”

“Don’t expect it.”

I also hold her hand and turn my back to look at Bessia, who walks away.

And when I opened the door of the official residence again and went in, two waiting girls were looking at me.

Asher just stuck his head out.

“Really, how did Asher dig that place? I couldn’t move and waited at the official residence.”

“Isn’t it possible because the movement of the body is the best?”

They laughed out loud.

…Fortunately, they didn’t bother me as much as they made me worry.

Fran ran up to me in one step and hugged me.

“I’m glad you’re back. Then it happened.”

She put the root of a star around my neck.

Fran, who naturally returned the borrowed item, took a step back, and Raeli also patted me on the shoulder and smiled.

“It’s really amazing, I never thought I’d fight the black tower owner and demons like that and beat them all.”

“Aren’t you curious?”

“What is the reason for that power? If you don’t tell me even if you’re curious, there’s a reason. Just like the fact that he’s immortal. Come to think of it, I’ve told you a few times that I’m an immortal.”

Raeli said that as if she didn’t care about such trivial things.

“I’ll have to become that strong.”

“Do you think it is possible?”

“Even if it’s not now, I’m confident I’ll be able to catch up in a few years.”

He nodded his head at Raeli’s reply.

Her progress has been fairly rapid.

I didn’t play well this time, but there are many reasons for that.

After a little more time, you will be able to fight to the death with enemies you can fight realistically.

And lastly.

I had an older brother who welcomed me with open arms.

Although he saw all the memories before the regression.

I forgave all of that.

Ardelle smiled deeply and hugged me.

“No matter what you do, I will support you no matter what.”

It reminded me of my memories and the future journey.

“Proceed endlessly and try to put an end to your journey, for only then will you be able to untangle the knots that have bound you.”

“…yes.”

If I can’t kill the Demon King, I’ll be bound by it for the rest of my life.

My older brother, who clearly noticed this, did not stop me on the rough road and cheered me on.

He nodded.

The city was saved and the job was done.

I had to take the next step.

On the way back, I heard a few things.

The bishop’s grand plan.

A plan to overthrow the royal family.

The Bishop was still looking in the direction Bethia had left.

Bessia should go to church and go through the procedures and prepare to become a saint.

No one can interfere with this process and no one can help.

So the bishop was just watching.

“Bishop.”

“You are here.”

The Bishop greeted me.

Among the people who can be called my colleagues, he is the first person to become a transcendental person.

And a prophet who can predict the future.

Labega asked Bishop what to do next.

About what to put on the very first button.

“What should I do now?”

“From now on, it will be simple.”

The bishop turned his head.

“Go to the academy.”

“…Academy?”

After thinking about it for a while, it suddenly came to my mind.

Come to think of it, I didn’t really care.

It’s because there are so many important things.

First of all, we were students who entered the academy.

“Isn’t it about time that school holidays are coming to an end? You are going to the academy and taking classes for a while.”

“…Are you okay? I don’t think it’s suitable for changing the royal family.”

“I can’t change it now. And haven’t you experienced too many incidents in a short period of time? You need time to take a break, and you need time to grow.”

The bishop’s gaze turned to his other colleagues.

They, too, grew stronger quickly, but there was too little time to spare.

Even if you digest only what you experienced at the academy, rapid growth was possible.

I nod.

“Then what advice would you give me?”

This was important.

The need for advice was great, just as if I had not been advised not to die before, I would have driven mad to madness.

The Bishop turned again and spoke.

“I can’t see it.”

“What if I can’t see you?”

The Bishop spoke of a more precise meaning.

“It is difficult to accurately predict the future. That means that a transcendent being that I cannot predict is influencing you.”

“Transcendence.”

I was troubled for a while.

Because of the transcendent, the bishop cannot read my future.

There were so many reasons why transcendentalists were involved.

Especially if the fact that he was an undead had been known openly, like this time.

I’m a little reluctant, but I guess I’ll have to get help from the Archdemon.

Even if he is immortal, he is not omnipotent.

Because I can’t respond to the seal.

**

An old man in a black suit walked steadily.

It was a very slow and leisurely step, but each step was dignified.

No one passing by could look directly at the old man’s face and hurriedly slammed his body on the floor.

The being always went in the direction he wanted with a thin smile on his face.

The old man soon arrived in a large space.

In the throne room embroidered with splendid decorations, he bowed his head to the king of demons at the top.

The old man looked at her and reported.

“The Black Tower Master has failed.”

“It deserves to fail.”

It wasn’t that he had high expectations and supported the Black Pagoda Master.

They just expected the confusion and damage that would occur in the process, and no one here thought that the Black Pagoda Master would become a transcendental person and become an officer in the Demon King’s Army.

Because the power of the black pagoda was absolutely not at that level.

“So why?”

If that were the case, there would be no report from the King of Death to the Demon King.

The old man just smiled and continued.

“I have seen one who does not die.”

“Aren’t you going to die?”

“The so-called Undead would be correct.”

The Black Pagoda Master had a device implanted by the King of Death.

With that, he had seen all the endings of the Black Tower Master.

The King of Death informed the Demon King of everything he saw there.

The demon king murmured briefly.

He put something on the large statue-like scale next to her, weighed it, and told me the result.

“It’s an unexpected variable.”

“It is different from the future you predicted.”

No one was upset.

Because there was a way to control the variables.

The demon king constantly put what he wanted on the balance.

The way she predicted the future, in a way no one could have predicted.

Because no one thought it would be possible to use it until now.

You could put anything on the balance.

Even if it was her guess and imagination, it was possible.

If she put her winning future on the scale, and on the other side put her future actions, she could guess if that was the right direction.

For example, the demon king put the value of strengthening the power of the demon king on the balance, and put the future of recruiting undead on the other side.

If the demon army becomes stronger by recruiting undead, the scales will be parallel.

And, in fact, they were evenly matched.

It’s not a perfect future prediction, but it’s a pretty valid tool.

If it was an unimaginable area like the Undead, it would not be possible to find out, but even if a variable occurred, it was possible to deal with it correctly.

“If we can recruit Undead, the Demon King’s army will definitely become stronger.”

“Is it possible to recruit?”

In response to the King of Death’s question, the Demon King tried to put his expectations on the scale once more, but got a headache.

Because the demon king put the hero on the other side, he was in a state of considerable weakness.

It was unreasonable for now to assume the future with scales over and over again hundreds or thousands of times.

That’s why I predicted the future and made the plan before putting the hero on the other side of the demon king.

Now that a lot of time has already passed, it was difficult to fully control the factors that become variables in the plan.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to meet you?”

“Would you like to?”

The Demon King decided that he would control the Undead by looking at his face.

If you can’t appease it, you can seal it.

Or find a way to kill even the Undead.