I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy chapter 187

187. The Miracle That Shouldn’t Happen (2)

Ah, I see.

There was nothing else that caught my eye.

I could only see ‘that’.

A red coffin carved into the focus.

Frustration and screams ringing in your ears.

The instruments were weeping in a low voice.

I have experienced this before.

There were too many.

A highly sought after priest in the Holy Land.

A young child in a slum whose treatment was delayed.

A knight who fell in an alley bleeding from being attacked by demons.

The deaths of all of them were painful.

Is that what loss is all about?

Until now, I thought that all human beings were equal under Heaven and God.

So no matter what status they had or what kind of relationship they had with me, I was able to grieve the same way.

But now…

…It was different now.

It was more painful and painful than ever.

I didn’t understand.

I know he had a very close relationship with me, but wasn’t death invaluable?

I wanted to sit down and cry in pain.

What’s more painful than that is that it couldn’t have been. I couldn’t honor him with normal pain and tears.

“…Are you all right?”

Ecklen came over and whispered.

She seems to have worried her again.

The figure of the knights, the saintess who was the owner of their sword, was not such a weak figure.

It’s unfortunate.

Jeto was a really good person, and I think he just went back to Jusin’s arms early as he was.

It’s okay to be sad.

I wanted to say that.

I thought if I could fool myself like that, it would hurt a little less.

“……”

However, no voice came out.

Tell me.

Move your lips and exhale.

“……”

Hot water drops run down my cheeks.

These are not tears.

It’s okay.

It’s nothing.

Trick me.

“……It’s not okay… It’s not…”

In the end, it was only when I spoke the truth that my mouth opened.

Soon after, Echlin takes me into her arms.

Then her lithe voice whispered in my ear.

“…You don’t have to be okay.”

It doesn’t have to be okay.

With that one word, the ‘truth’ that could not be spoken out leaks out.

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“I’m sorry… I’m not okay… It hurts. It hurts so bad…”

“That’s okay. For now.”

“Ugh… Uh…”

I sobbed a little while being held in Ecclin’s arms.

I can’t even wail loudly.

I couldn’t even go up to the coffin to say goodbye.

The only way I could honor him was to quietly shed tears and convey my sincerity from a distance like now.

He stretched out his hand.

However, his hand was not caught.

I couldn’t catch it.

I couldn’t reach it.

There were many secrets between him and me that I couldn’t reveal.

That may have brought me closer to him, but now that he’s dead and everything is meaningless…

…There was this distance.

This was the distance he and I had built up.

“Ah…”

The fingertips that were reaching for him trembled.

I was seeing something empty in front of my eyes.

The woman who appeared out of nowhere and stood in the way between Jeto and me was staring at me.

Long flowing silver hair.

Pink eyes.

The woman in the white dress looked like ‘me’.

It was an illusion in my form.

Her lips opened with an indifferent expression. My weakness, my fear was trying to hold me back.

‘You knew this was going to happen, right? Didn’t you try to walk with him knowing what the end would be like?’

‘…I didn’t expect it to be like this.’

‘You knew what kind of pain he was suffering and what he was carrying?’

‘I thought we could carry it together.’

‘In the end, wasn’t it your choice not to disobey the Lord’s command? You could have easily erased his curse.’

‘He… He didn’t die of a curse.’

‘Do you really think so?’

The welcome tilted its head.

‘…Enough.’

‘He didn’t die of a curse, so you think it’s not your fault? Do you really think so?’

‘…Stop it.’

‘Will he die even if he went into battle intact, without a curse?’

‘…Please.’

An illusion came over me.

Soon, the face of the illusion whispered to me.

He whispered the ‘truth’ he wanted to deny and had been denying.

‘It wasn’t the demon who killed him…’

An illusion stares at me.

‘…Is that you? The innocent saint, Bernice.’

I couldn’t deny it.

Because I just spit out the truth that I was covering up and hiding.

‘If you can’t take care of a loved one, what is a saint? Where do you look at it… Give him back… Give me back my daughter…’

At last, the illusion tightened my throat.

“…”

I was out of breath.

I couldn’t breathe anymore.

Ecclin immediately jumped at me as I suddenly sat down on the floor.

Thanks to her touch, the illusion that was strangling my neck disappeared, but I still couldn’t stand up.

I didn’t have the strength to get up.

I knew.

When he reaches the end, where will the negative emotions I feel go?

I can’t blame anyone.

I was a sinner.

I caught the picture of Heneris, the main god, hanging in one corner of the cathedral.

Ah, Lord God.

Where is the present for me?

Did the Lord want this?

It’s too painful.

I feel resentful of Heneris.

However, I know very well that I, who resent the Lord, am very ugly.

Because it was all my choice.

Did God try to reveal my ugliness?

What…

What the hell were you trying to achieve?

Wasn’t it enough that you took away the light of the world from him?

As for me, I can’t understand Heneris’s meaning.

Maybe it’s obvious. How can I, a mere human being, understand the meaning of the Lord?

That’s why it’s even more painful.

To be in such a situation.

The fear of not being able to happen again.

To lose him.

It’s too painful.

I asked the Lord.

I couldn’t be happy with him.

Couldn’t he have had a small conversation with him and lived his life feeling simple happiness?

The main god was silent.

No reply came back.

Following the silence, the mournful requiem that had been honoring him began to resonate in his ears again.

I stared blankly at the red coffin in which Jeto would lie.

Even if you blame me.

Even if you resent God.

Nothing has changed.

He had already left and never came back.

That was the moment.

“Ah…?”

I doubted my eyes.

For some reason, a weak spark of life was being felt inside the coffin, where no reaction had been felt until just a moment ago.

It was a strange thing.

It was impossible for the dead to come back to life.

But it was still visible.

It was such a weak energy that no one in the funeral hall noticed.

I ran out of the seat at last.

“…Holy Maid?!”

Questioned by this, Echlin gave a small shout, but she couldn’t stop me.

I ran through the crowd toward Jeto.

There was no time to worry about the robe coming off.

Zeto’s embers.

Miraculously, the light that had risen faintly was going out.

***

“Looks like it’s about time.”

“Are you all right?”

“Yes, well… I knew very well what power I was going to use anyway…”

About an arm, well, if I talk to Zepetty, I’ll be able to manage it somehow.

“That’s your problem.”

“What is it?”

“I guess it’s the fact that I never think about what other people think.”

“…I’m fine. Really.”

I don’t think it’s bad to wear a fancy mechanical arm because the arm is gone.

No matter how hard you try, you can’t shoot something like a beam.

“……”

Heneris, who was sitting at the table, quietly glanced at me.

Ah, I read your thoughts.

In the end, he murmured, ‘I thought I was going to get better…’ And sighed.

“Well, I don’t hate that either. The firm mind that always moves forward no matter what trials come your way is your strength.”

“Ha ha…”

He laughed awkwardly at Heneris’ praise and scratched her head.

“Oh, yes. It’s better not to take the memories from your previous life, right?”

“Maybe that’s the case.”

Since I don’t have any memories, I don’t really have a strong sense of who I am…

There was also something scary.

Because I don’t know what I was carrying in my previous life, or how many people’s lives I was carrying.

“Well, even if you don’t have memories, the ‘experience’ remains intact in your soul. It will surely come in handy someday.”

“I see.”

It wouldn’t hurt to try to guess which person in the past might have been me in my previous life.

“…If you touch it too deeply, the memory will come back.”

Heneris reads my thoughts again and spits out answers to unanswered questions.

“…”

Should I put it off for now?

At the time I reached that thought, a pure white light began to emanate from my body.

The body turned to powder and disappeared.

Is the resurrection starting?

Heneris, who was watching this, opened his mouth.

“I feel like it’s really over now. Finally, would you like to say hello to my child on my behalf? I haven’t been able to reply for the past few days.”

“…You mean the saintess.”

“Yes, and there are many other people waiting for you besides him.”

“…I guess so.”

“I hope you get through it well.”

Heneris shakes her hand.

Good luck.

What is that again?

I wanted to ask a question, but my vision went dark.

***

After running through the crowd, Bernice ran to her coffin, her flawless silver hair dancing.

“Saint…”

“A saintess…?”

“The saintess is here…”

At the same time, people who heard Ecklen’s cry were buzzing.

The situation was so urgent that Bernice did not care what the reaction would be to those around her.

Bernice confirmed Zeto.

Zetto was lying down with a sword and a bandage in his hand.

However, Sierra, who was supposed to dwell in his sword, was nowhere to be seen.

“Ah…”

Unfortunately, the embers of Jeto that were visible under Bernice’s gaze had already been extinguished.

You might think you saw it wrong or think you were late, but Bernice was desperate.

Everyone was accepting Zeto’s death.

She couldn’t accept it as much as she did.

ㅡKeying!!

A pure white light emanates from between Bernice’s slender fingers as she puts her hand inside the coffin.

Bernice poured healing light on Jeto’s body, which was cold and did not feel any warmth.

“You said you’d keep your promise… Your promise…”

Her sad voice resounds, followed by a quiet silence.

“”……””

At the sudden appearance of the saintess, the orchestra that was playing the requiem had also stopped playing.

Nonetheless, no one at her funeral stopped her.

Even though we don’t know what kind of relationship Bernice had with Zeto…

“Please come back… Please come back…”

…It’s because everyone had the same heart.

“……”

Eisel lowered her head.

Bernice did not look at her because she knew that nothing would change even if the saintess stepped forward.

She didn’t try to put her heart in vain.

“…Sigh.”

Yuri burst into tears.

Because she was eagerly hoping for what Bernice wanted, and because she understood her heart so much.

“Please…”

Kaen wished for her miracle.

After he had already died, he stood up casually, hoping that she would show a kind smile once more.

“…Uhhhhh…”

Meanwhile, Bernice’s vision, which has been holding back her tears, is slowly blurring.

She was realizing at the same time.

That nothing will change just because she is like this. That she would come now and breathe her healing light, but the dead would not be brought back to life.

That miracles won’t happen.

Bernice had to admit.

The spark of her life that he felt for a moment was that she was mistaken because she had gone mad.

She said she saw something in vain.

Didn’t she already show an illusion?

Even so, she didn’t stop.

She wanted to deny the truth.

She wanted to defy fate.

People who just stared at it endlessly.

Resurrection at a funeral.

It was an absurd sound.

Nevertheless, someone hoped for a miracle that was like a fantasy, and someone had to swallow bitterness in the brutally cruel reality.

A moment later, a teardrop falls on the back of Jeto’s hand.

ㅡTalk.

At the same time, Jeto’s hand trembled.

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“……”

Bernice’s mouth fell open.

Because the dead can’t move his hands.

Because it was nonsense.

It could have been attributed to his mood, but Bernice did not miss it and immediately gathered his divine power and discharged it all.

ㅡKeying!!!!

In an instant, a light so strong that it dazzled the eyes of everyone who came to honor Jeto arose.

A scene where the word sacredness comes out of nowhere.

The brilliance took the shape of wings and seemed to be embracing them.

People didn’t know what was going on inside.

A miracle was happening inside the white wings.

“Ah…”

Bernice couldn’t understand what was going on. She couldn’t quite keep up with her head.

Jetto’s hand was fully moving.

Then he grabbed her wrist as he was healing.

“Ah…”

Geto’s hand, which had been felt on Bernice’s wrist, was warming little by little, very slowly.

Bernice, stunned by this, stopped pouring out her healing light.

ㅡChi-Chi-Chi…

The wings that naturally emitted light were removed and permeated into Bernice’s body.

It was only then that it caught the eyes of everyone at the funeral home.

A bizarre scene unfolded in front of them, where the hand that came out of the coffin was holding the saintess’s wrist.

Then, Jetto’s hands went into strength.

Feeling that power, Bernice’s pupils widened.

She couldn’t believe it.

Getto grabs Bernice’s wrist and struggles to raise her body up.

“”……””

There was silence.

Everyone doubted their eyes.

I was completely shocked.

To a transcendent sight far beyond the scope of understanding.

Someone shouted softly.

“…A miracle…?”

At that small cry, others also begin to accept the current situation.

“…A miracle!”

“Yes, it’s a miracle!!”

“The saintess has created a miracle…!”

Yes.

A place called resurrection, a place called a funeral, doesn’t fit at all…

The miracle that shouldn’t have happened happened.

People cheered.

I was glad that I hadn’t lost it and shed tears in the ecstasy of witnessing a miracle.

“That’s what I…”

At the sudden cheers, Bernice looked around him with a bewildered face.

Bernice knew.

That it is not your own power.

She didn’t have such an outrageous power as her resurrection.

But Jetto straightened up and sat on the coffin.

This fact was not accepted.

I couldn’t figure out the cause and effect.

In the end, Bernice gave up her understanding.

Anyway, Jeto was important.

“……”

She stared blankly at Jeto, who was sitting in her coffin, with dazed eyes.

Instantly, Zeto’s tightly closed eyelids opened.

“Jetto…?”

The blue eyes finally revealed.

Getto stared at Bernice.

There was no other movement in the eyes.

As always, my head turned.

His lips, which seemed to never open soon, opened.

“Saint…?”

Zetto has been revived.