I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy chapter 189

189. The Incompetent Regressor

My eyes slowly opened.

I still couldn’t sleep.

At some point, sunlight was filtering through the cracks in the windows. The rain that seemed like it would never stop finally stopped.

I closed my eyes again.

Even now, when I close my eyes, Jeto’s bluish eyes are still flickering.

This was the second time I looked into his eyes.

If there is a distinct difference from before, it is that the last time he died in my arms, and this time he started breathing again in someone else’s arms.

It was a very big difference.

I caught my breath and stood up.

I drank water that was cold enough to make my throat cold.

It was not a dream.

Neither was it an illusion.

Zetto has been revived.

What was lost has returned.

The reason is not clear.

The only important thing is that it’s not what I did.

Is that why I couldn’t be happy?

Because it wasn’t me who brought him back to life?

It was supposed to be me who had to revive him, who had to protect him, but couldn’t?

That’s not it.

A person who died, a loved one, was resurrected, but there was nothing to feel bad about by mentioning such an unlikely reason.

Then, what is the identity of this emotion that is being felt in a corner of the heart?

The moment I reached that thought, the mirror on the other side caught my eye.

“Ah…”

I looked in the mirror and had a familiar expression.

It’s the same as back then.

Those eyes were the eyes of someone he didn’t want to lose.

It was a terribly thick feeling that had faded at some point.

It was a memory that only I had.

It was a relationship that only I can remember.

So I had no choice but to be patient.

I’m going to get him into trouble if I do more than that.

At that time, it was definitely like that.

But I lost him again.

I lost him even though I got him back.

Luck like a miracle came to me.

Once again, a chance was given.

It was different from before.

Now, Jeto also had my memories, memories with me.

So there was no fear of revealing it.

I just feel that way.

Am I qualified to be with him?

Two failures.

Failed twice.

My incompetence and guilt weighed on me.

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Well, these were all unsightly thoughts.

I threw my heavy body on the bed and collapsed, turning my head to look out the window instead of the empty ceiling.

The warm sunlight after that day.

A peaceful morning after that day.

Fresh air after that day.

Jetto gave it to me.

The hope of tomorrow.

But what am I thinking?

He was truly a pathetic regressor.

“…Ah.”

You’re not really a regressor anymore.

I no longer knew what would happen in the future, but the important thing was that I was able to walk through that uncertain future with him.

The only thing left is for the future with him, which he hoped for and longed for to unfold.

It was like a miracle.

I jumped out of bed when I thought that.

I couldn’t stand it any longer.

I wanted to meet Jeto.

I wanted to see Jeto.

***

“Hmm…”

While carefully examining my condition, Priscilla, the academy medical officer, drool.

“Is something wrong?”

“…A lot of problems.”

Priscilla, who immediately turned her eyes to the report she was holding in her hand, scratched her head and continued her words.

“The trauma to her abdomen has completely disappeared without a trace, but her left arm is completely unfeeling as a reversible wound… No wonder it is literally gone. Same goes for her eyes…”

“……”

“Resurrected, revived, but I guess it’s the feeling of being able to breathe again.”

Regeneration enough to continue life again.

Priscilla’s reasoning was correct.

“…I’m satisfied. Where else can I breathe and speak like this?”

“Well, you’re right. Even this much would be enough to call it a miracle. But…”

Priscilla, who was looking at me who was laughing awkwardly, blurted her words.

“…There’s no guarantee that a miracle will happen twice. That’s why it’s called a miracle. Anyway, you died once. You know what that means, right?”

“What do you want to say?”

“Enough here…”

“……”

“I don’t think I had any intention of doing that. Haa… Anyway, I insist…”

Priscilla glances at my smile and sighs.

“It’s all good, but I shouldn’t have worried. It’s hard because there are no people at the exchange meeting.”

For some reason, Priscilla’s murmurings had a sense of friendliness.

On the one hand, she thought, maybe she was lucky that she had this distance.

If I had had a deeper relationship with Priscilla than I do now, I could have been in a small room with no light coming in instead of an infirmary.

“Anyway, for the time being, it’s better to just lie down and not think about going anywhere. I heard that the Holy Kingdom is in trouble because of this?”

“Ha ha… Well deserved.”

The dead man miraculously came back to life.

Moreover, there was a saintess there, and the resurrected person said that he had met the main god, so there was bound to be an uproar.

“You mean… Do you know what people are calling you now?”

“What do you want them to be called? Hmm… Ghouls…”

“… Ha.”

Dawn Priscilla stood up from her seat and looked down at me with her eyes wide open.

“…Just kidding.”

It was a masochistic joke thrown to lighten the mood, but the reaction was quite cold.

As soon as she turned her head, she spat out one word of her own.

“The Returner from Paradise.”

“Paradise…”

Does it mean heaven or something?

“So I’m curious, how was Paradise?”

“Well, I’m not sure if it was paradise.”

It certainly wasn’t paradise.

Should I say that it was my spiritual world?

But there was no reason to deny people’s beliefs. After all, my resurrection had to be a ‘miracle’ involving the saintess and the main god.

Priscilla was about to leave the infirmary after such a meaningful conversation.

I hurriedly called her over.

“Ah, Officer Priscilla.”

“Huh?”

“When can I meet the others?”

“Hmm… I don’t have any major problems with my physical condition, I don’t have any problems with my memory… I’m in good mental condition… If you want, I think you’ll be fine starting today? I’m sure there are many people waiting. “

Priscilla, who had been tapping her lips, looked at the report she was holding and said.

“I’m glad.”

“Then should I call my friends instead?”

Priscilla opened the door saying that.

“I don’t think it’s necessary.”

Because he’s already here.

At last, a platinum-haired girl was standing in front of the open door.

Soon, Priscilla’s eyes also contain her image.

“Eisel…”

“…”

Eisel, standing tall in front of the door without saying a word, just stared at me.

“Go in. You have a lot to share, don’t you?”

Priscilla slipped away by Eisel’s side and she gently pushed her on the back.

“I’ll pass on the news to others.”

Soon, with Priscilla’s voice, Eisel, pushed back, enters her infirmary and the door closes.

“…”

“…”

Since then there has been silence.

Eisel still couldn’t take her feet off her feet.

***

Jet-black hair, pure white bandages.

You smile at me.

There was no change or deterioration in that smile.

She was the kind smile that I had been watching all along.

It was Jeto.

Jetto was alive and breathing right in front of her eyes.

“……”

What should I say?

I was trying to ask a question.

It seemed like he had a lot to share, but his mouth was firmly shut and couldn’t open.

It was because as soon as I saw him, my hair went white all at once.

“…Miss Eisel?”

Jetto tilts his head at the silence that has flowed.

I could tell when I met them up close.

I could feel that he had been revived.

I’m so happy about that.

Because it made me so happy.

Nothing came into my head.

I tried to remember this moment, the smile of Jeto that I saw in front of me.

A little closer.

Just one more step.

I want to feel your breath.

When I came to my senses, it was right in front of his nose.

I grabbed his hand tightly.

I didn’t want to miss it again.

“Isn’t it? Jeto did that. Now I don’t have to be scared… I don’t have to struggle… I’m so glad…”

“…It was.”

“But the truth is…”

I conveyed my sincerity that I hadn’t been able to convey before. I had a lot of questions to ask, but this was first.

“Losing Zeto…Was the scariest thing…”

The world without Jeto was completely dark.

It was so frightening that I couldn’t walk forward.

I was afraid.

It was difficult to step.

“It was the hardest thing to let go of Zeto…”

That I had to let go of his hand.

The hardest thing was never to see his smile again.

It was more bitter than any pain, more painful than any torture.

My vision is blurred.

In no time, tears fell on the back of his hand.

“…Miss Eisel, are you crying…?”

I raised my head at his ensuing question.

It’s the same as back then.

The voice of Jeto, which I thought was only a delusion.

I wonder if what I heard at that time wasn’t my delusion or fantasy.

I finally opened my mouth, wiping away the tears.

“I’m sorry… Zeto… I said I wouldn’t cry…”

I told you not to cry.

There was no way to stop the tears welling up incessantly.

The words he uttered were the same as the previous time I was watching the sea with him.

However, the answer that followed was different.

“It’s okay.”

“…”

“Because I just need to laugh more than that… So…”

“…”

“…Wouldn’t it be okay to cry now?”

I finally understood.

Because when he told me not to cry, I knew he would leave me forever.

I had to give up on him.

That’s why I thought I shouldn’t cry.

I wanted to send him away with a smile, just as he did to me.

But Jetto came back to me.

He miraculously came back to life and was smiling the same way.

Because now everything that is scary and scary is gone.

I’m sure there’s nothing left to do but laugh.

Because only happy moments will unfold.

So you can cry to your heart’s content now.

You can confide in it.

Only then… I understood.

“…Above all, Ms. Eisel is pretty even when she cries.”

“Puhyuk, what is that… Don’t play around.”

“Oh, you’re prettier when you cry and then laugh?”

Zetto’s sly voice.

“Really…?”

I could smile broadly.

I was able to show a blissful smile.

It was a joke about his blindness, but… I don’t know if it’s because of his mood, but it didn’t sound like a joke.

There is no longer an incompetent regressor who lived trapped in the past.

In that place, only Eisel Lüdwig, who could smile as he looked toward tomorrow, remained.