Chapter 136 – 136. Memorial Service
“Keueuung!”
“Wow! “It’s heavy!”
“Is a piano really this heavy?”
Owen, sweating profusely, bows his head one by one to thank the soldiers who moved the piano.
In response to the boy’s greeting, the soldiers accept the water bottle he gives them and cheer them on to work hard before leaving.
This is the mountain village that was first attacked.
After the great warrior was defeated by me, the Marias abandoned their base of mountain pass village and fled back into the forest.
The mouse had gone into the hole, but Gloria, the knight commander, had no intention of letting go.
They even received the king’s order to go into the forest and bring in the person responsible for massacring the kingdom’s citizens.
But I didn’t have any intention of following along.
Because I had other things to do.
Just as Saint Lucia appeared to the soldiers and was welcomed by them, boosting their morale and giving them strength.
On the contrary, I needed to give rest to the dead.
Forced to airlift the piano, I stood in the village square along the ruined mountain road.
After waiting for a while, the dark spirit approached.
[Everyone, including the soldiers who just moved the piano, have left. There are only two children in this village, you and me.]
“Okay, thank you.”
[I’m going to leave too. As a warlock, I wouldn’t have any good influence even if I were there.]
A dark spirit who just disappeared.
When you feel calm, close your eyes and calm your mind. Even though it is summer, dark clouds naturally settle in with the cool wind and block out the scorching sun.
It might rain.
With that in mind, he slowly stretched out his hand and created a round curtain for Owen’s piano.
Even if it rains now, it won’t soak into the piano. There were even water bottles placed next to the piano in case the boy got tired.
“Start.”
“all right.”
Owen, wearing the old-fashioned musician’s clothes he used to wear while traveling around the city, slowly sits down at the piano and moves his fingers.
ridge.
The keys sink and the notes resonate.
Those notes are connected and played as one.
A funeral song that summons the souls who died in injustice and suffering.
Like moths flocking towards the light late at night.
Hundreds of souls heard Owen’s performance and began to flock towards me.
I could summon them much more efficiently using Remegeton, but I didn’t want to do that because it involved a kind of coercion.
I did not want to once again deprive those who suffered an unwanted death of their freedom even after death.
I asked, looking up at the crowd of souls.
“How was it?”
No one answered.
They just calmly waited for me to hear what they had to say.
“Yesterday, did you drive out Daejeonsa? “Do you feel a little more at ease?”
Countless answers are finally pouring in.
Some people responded that it was exhilarating.
Some people said they felt relieved.
Some people trembled because they were afraid.
Someone complained of injustice with tears.
Some people lamented that it meant nothing.
Listening to everyone’s answers, I calmly nodded.
In the meantime, a soul asked me.
[What was the correct answer?]
“… … .”
[You called us, so you probably know the answer. What were we supposed to do?]
I smiled when asked to choose the correct answer among all the different emotions.
“The emotions you have are all correct.”
[…] … .]
“I suffered an unfair death. Unfortunately, you have to accept that your life is over here.”
It was sad.
It was also a cruel declaration.
But it needed to be said clearly and clearly.
There were many souls who secretly believed themselves to be alive, and most of them often turned into evil spirits.
Because you can’t just hold a grudge before you die.
Although it was an ordinary soul, it can become an evil spirit through the emotions it has after death.
Especially if so many people closed their eyes at the same time, there was a good chance that they would become not just evil spirits but a single thought body and wander around like a monster.
Although it is cruel.
“There is no room for you on this continent anymore.”
I declared firmly, and they each had their own feelings, divided into those who accepted it and those who did not.
[This is cruel. You are cruel.]
[I did nothing wrong!]
[Please at least save our children! please! They are still children!]
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[Save me! Why should I die! I’m not dead yet!]
Natural reactions.
I know it’s a cruel act, but
That was what I had to do. It was the only thing I could give them.
[Then why did you provide us with this opportunity?]
The spirit of an old man who appeared to be the village chief slowly approached me.
After making eye contact with him, I slowly looked away. Starting with young villagers, children, village women, vigilantes guarding the stockade, knights who died after being dispatched, etc.
I answered softly as I looked at the crowd of people.
“To listen.”
[…] … .]
“Your story, the sadness you held inside. “Please untie it from me and leave.”
I am Monumentalist Deius Verdi.
“There must be a lot of stories inside. You will fall asleep for a long time from now on. “So that that time is not interrupted.”
A person prepared for the dead who have died.
“Come sit down with me and talk. “It would be acceptable to oversleep.”
Slowly bow towards them and show respect.
“Please, give me a chance to be your comfort.”
The long send-off has just begun.
* * *
Before leading the knights into the Great Forest of Marias, Knight Commander Gloria was looking at the mountain village with her childhood friend Lucia.
The gloomy sky looked like it was going to rain at any moment, and to match it, the soft piano music played out of the village.
and.
People’s tearful cries, angry shouts, and deep sighs of resignation.
Finally, a voice of gratitude.
Gloria was feeling complex emotions for the first time in her life as she heard various sounds.
Is this joy, disgust, or emotion? I don’t know what it was, but it was clear that the memorial service in the village was doing something for the dead.
In front of him, Saint Lucia was praying with her eyes tightly closed.
Gloria waited for a while because she didn’t want to break the prayer, and Lucia slowly opened her eyes after about 10 minutes.
She also had to enter the Great Forest of Marias, so she couldn’t spend much time.
“let’s go.”
After Lucia finished praying, Gloria hesitated for a moment and eventually couldn’t hold back her curiosity and asked.
“What is Deius Verdi doing in there?”
“huh?”
“No, I heard something loud. “It doesn’t look like it will end in a day or two.”
That was correct.
It will probably take quite a long time.
Not even a single soul will be let go. Because he is that kind of person.
And that was why Lucia could trust and entrust it to him.
“We are comforting the dead.”
Because it is a memorial temple.
Because it is something that comforts the soul.
Gloria makes a subtle expression as if she was waiting for those words.
“Is that really possible?”
“huh?”
Lucia didn’t expect that she, a knight, would ask such a question, so she tilted her head and made a noise.
Even though she thinks these words don’t suit her, Gloria continues speaking.
“In the end, these are people who died unjustly. “What can he, who is practically a stranger, do for the victims of massacre?”
It wasn’t wrong.
Lucia also knew that it was impossible to completely release everything and that it was a kind of arrogance.
“That’s right, at best we can only act passively.”
Listening, empathizing, talking, debating, and arguing. It will take a very long time for the dead.
“But if you think about it the other way around, he’s the only one who can do that.”
Gloria was momentarily speechless at those words. That was correct.
The only action that neither he nor the saint could do. This was an act that only Deius Verdi could do.
“He’s not comforting anyone with sweet words. Now he’s not even trying to convince me to close his eyes.”
We’ll just cry together.
After hearing those words, Gloria wondered if Deius Verdi would ever cry.
Because he was so cool-headed, it seemed as if tear ducts did not exist at all.
but.
“There are probably our knights in there too, right?”
“of course.”
“… … “I hope you do well.”
Gloria slowly closed her eyes, remembering the members who were with her.
I didn’t pray to God.
I didn’t feel like it, and that was because I felt like my wishes were being sent in the wrong direction, like a letter with a wrong address.
The knight commander’s prayers were directed to the man who was shedding tears inside.
I feel a little more at ease.
This is not simply because he comforts dead members.
A deep sense of relief settled in my heart at the thought that if I ever closed my eyes on this battlefield, he would see me off.
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