211. Reunion
Great debate.
Even just hearing the name, I felt as if the voices of the citizens who were jeering at me at the time and the gazes of the bishops with hatred were still piercing my skull.
As a necromancer, the moment I used divine power with the help of the Holy Grail in order to be recognized as a soul sage.
The sight of everyone’s mouth shut and the surprise of the bishops and the saintess is still clear.
And this time.
Once again, a great debate took place.
Me, the current memorial service, and the mule that refers to me as a fake and a fraudster.
Unfortunately, the religious world, which had ill feelings toward me, but bowed its head due to the skyrocketing power of the king, seemed to have seen this as an opportunity and supported Mule.
And I was preparing to leave for Greypond, where the great debate was to take place.
“Isn’t it known that the memorial commander has returned yet?”
Owen is reading a newspaper perched on a large suitcase in front of the wagon. We were already ready to depart, but we were just taking a break.
“Yes, Mule already knows I’m back. I plan to see bishops who have not heard the news go wild.”
The royal family deliberately accepted the big debate requested by the bishops with their mouth shut.
The royal family already knew that I had returned, but they didn’t bother to reveal it.
“It would be easier to slash if the neck was extended.”
The religious world is continuing to make increasingly high-level remarks. The royal family was deliberately silent to keep them crossing the line, and Saint Lucia, who was on my side, was not acting separately.
In the end, like a child walking around an empty playground as if it were his own house, the bishops were continuing their speeches every day at Gray Pond.
“If you believe in God hard and keep donating…… Even if you die, you will come back to life. I heard that a man named Charles is the witness.”
“… ….”
That much, I was quite surprised when I heard the news.
Of the three corpses, the souls of two were accepted by God and the other was resurrected for being faithful to the faith.
This is absurd.
Right now, countless witnesses are pouring in, and a woman named Charles is also pouring out her testimony, so she has no choice but to seduce even non-believers.
“Maybe…… Even her grandfather.”
It’s good to imagine what if.
I know that I can’t stop the regret that it would have been nice if my grandfather had been alive.
“Owen.”
But.
“Even if it is sad and unfortunate, the dead cannot come back to life.”
That much was as firm and immovable as the eternal truth. No matter how much the opponent was a fallen god, he couldn’t walk around the continent twisting until the main premise.
At my words, Owen suddenly came to his senses and nodded at her.
“Right. That’s right. I thought for a second. Sorry.”
Owen bows his head and apologizes. I gently stroked the boy’s head and shook his head.
“Of course. Parting is sad It is natural for human beings to wish for a reunion.”
It is also a natural instinct for humans to fear death and want to lead a life.
“I have no intention of calling those who follow the Mule foolish. For humans, survival is a very natural desire and instinct.”
You can be free from death.
Is there anything else that fascinates humans as much as that?
There was an existence that ate the royal family of the past just like Griffin’s demon, survived terribly, and eventually became a demon.
Qin Shi Huang’s efforts to obtain the herb of immortality were also quite famous on Earth.
As mentioned in various media, the concept of death for humans was absolute.
I wondered if that’s why religion really stimulates human emotions.
An uncertain present and a beautiful future.
Happiness to come.
Small satisfaction.
Life after death.
Eternal immortality.
And so on.
There are many words that touch the human heart, and I do not deny religion.
Just like Stella and Lucia.
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“It doesn’t matter who the god you believe in is.”
Whether you serve Goddess Justia, who is in charge of justice, or Goddess Hertia, who is in charge of furnaces and fires.
To be honest, it didn’t matter to me what kind of religious doctrines and beliefs they motivate.
I only respected the visible actions and beliefs of these girls because they practiced it through their actions.
Because there are so many people who hear the doctrines of the same religion but can’t put them into practice.
“Professor, do you use a neck pillow?”
At that time, Aria stuck her head out of the window of the carriage heading to Gray Pond and asked.
She decided that she didn’t need to go with her, but that she shouldn’t be left alone, so she decided to accompany him.
“I don’t need it.”
“Then what about the eye patch and cushion? Sleeping in a carriage is subtly inconvenient, so you will need it.”
“We, the vigilante, rarely sleeps in the wagon.”
Arya nodded with a sad expression when Owen answered on her behalf as if she were acting as her secretary.
“Then I don’t have to take care of it either. Can I sit next to the professor?”
“…… Do whatever you want.”
“Okay!”
Looking at the way she threw the neck pillow and her eyepatch outside, I could clearly see her natural entanglement while sleeping.
“Are you okay? You usually like to sit alone.”
Owen hesitantly asks. She meant that if Arya bothered, she wouldn’t be tired, but I replied as Arya went back inside and looked at her carriage.
“I am pretending to be strong. I should be by your side to reassure you, even for a moment.”
She made a fuss over her, but I could tell from her actions and the way she spoke that she was afraid.
As she answered, Owen tilted her head and gave her a thumbs up as if realizing something.
“As expected, the memorial service commander. You’re a valuable student, so you’ll understand right away when you see it! I will do my best to become like the memorial commander!”
“… ….”
I can’t say it’s wrong, but it was ambiguous to affirm that.
After waiting for a while, the Dark Spirit finally came with her fuss.
[Here!]
“Let’s get ready.”
At the words of the dark mage, I started loading the wagon again. This part was much more comfortable than on Earth, as you could move objects with mana without having to use force.
A huge carriage approaching from afar.
Black-blue smooth body and thick wheels for riding on mountain roads. As soon as they entered the academy, the carriage bearing the Verdi pattern that guarded Northwesten didn’t stop, but the door burst open.
And the white-haired maid who jumps out like a beast.
“Owner!”
Finden child, who had run on the ground to the point of flying dust, came running towards me, overtaking her Verdi’s carriage.
“Oh.”
Owen stuck out her tongue, saying that she hadn’t expected the child of Finden to be so welcoming.
I naturally moved the mana I used to move things and spread it around.
“You’re behind!”
Clap.
Finden Ai took out her ax and leapt forward and brandished it at me. As she expected, she transforms the mana she spreads into a shield.
Kwa gaga gaga river!
Owen covers her ears, stunned by her shocking sound, and Arya sticks her head out of her window again.
Pushwook!
Her smoke gushed out of the war shoes Fienden Ai was wearing, and she rotated her body in the sky and stepped on the circular protective shield to stand up.
Once again he lowers her axe.
Boom!
“Speak!”
Boom!
“Cheer!”
Boom!
“Do it!”
Boom!
“You don’t have to go!”
Kwaaang!
A protective spell that was eventually broken by violent ax strikes. Finden Ai, who came down through the protective magic that shattered like glass shards, stands in front of me.
“Do you have something to say before I get lost?”
Like Owen said earlier, I know about Arya.
Looking at her blood-red eyes, she feels what kind of emotion she is now.
Rage.
Worried.
Ando.
Because many complex emotions were coming out of her gestures and actions.
Worried about me, but even as she thinks she’s glad she’s back, she puts her hand over her rough head.
“I came later than expected. I’m sorry if I’ve caused you concern.”
“…… Ok?”
As if she hadn’t expected this kind of reaction, FINDEN Ai stared at her hand on top of her own head with her eyes wide open in bewilderment. She
She thought about it, she never did anything like this to her. She wanted to. The moment she slowly lowered her hand.
Taang!
Deia gets out of Verdi’s carriage that has stopped before she knows it. The magic power gun that reminded me of a revolver went somewhere, and it approached me shooting a shotgun into the air with a small amount of mana in the indigo color.
“Don’t go anywhere, come here. I’ll shoot you lightly, so let’s get one shot.”
And a big guy coming out after her.
“Deus! What a relief!”
Even Darius ran towards her with both hands outstretched.
The three people we’ve been waiting for are back.
Now we are ready to head to Greypond.
* * *
[…] ….]
Stella, a former saintess who came to Greypond first, was standing in front of the castle gate.
With her eyes closed, another woman came next to her, waiting for someone quietly as if savoring something.
“Miss Stella.”
Lucia, who took over from Stella and became a saint, carefully breaks her silence.
After Deius Verdi disappeared, Stella flew to Greypond to ask Lucia for help.
Although she searched for her fiercely for a month, there was no result, but she was relieved when she received a report that Deius had returned.
I hated him for worrying me, but the two of them thought that it was really fortunate that he came back.
[Lucia, he is coming.]
The sound of thumping footsteps and singing praises is faintly carried by the wind and reaches Gray Pond.
At Stella’s words, Lucia also raised her head and looked over the horizon.
There, an innumerable crowd was approaching Gray Pond, following a man wearing an iron mask.
A mule that calls itself a memorial spirit.
Looking at him as he was about to enter Gray Pond, the two saints had worried faces.