Chapter 80 – 80. Time to say goodbye
Late at night.
Instead of finding a separate lodging in Fernan, I lit a bonfire near the beach and waited, staring blankly at the fire.
The Magic Judges, Tema and Doben, are away by my order.
The dark spirit sitting next to me was stretching out his hand towards the campfire, as if he could feel the warmth.
Then he asked me a question, as if asking me to throw some roasted sweet potatoes into the bonfire.
[I never thought you would know about Dante.]
“… … .”
[It’s not a very good decision to get involved with them.]
“Can not help it. “They called me.”
Dante was a secret organization that was only revealed towards the end of the game.
[Actually, he came to me once too. Wouldn’t we dream of saving the continent together?]
“… … .”
[Of course I refused. I’m not interested in things like saving the continent. I just wanted to see the end of necromancy with my own hands.]
The dark spirit was a woman who was extremely obsessed with knowledge. The reason she cooperates with me even now is because she believes that I can show her the end of her necromantic magic that she did not see.
The reason he came out from hiding in his residence was to retrieve the book containing her knowledge because Aria had stolen it.
“Know.”
However, I had no intention of criticizing her for being selfish.
[Deius, as you know, warlocks are a group of people who will do anything for their own wishes and greed.]
But suddenly.
As I made eye contact with her eyes, I felt a faint yet sorrowful emotion. Is this really meant to satisfy the frustration of simple knowledge?
[But what if they are given a cause, what if there is a reason that everyone can understand?]
The dark spirit slowly approached and put their bodies together. She couldn’t feel anything, but it was very pathetic to see her worry.
[They change more radically than simply being driven by their own desires. And that is Dante.]
A distance where it feels like your lips will touch even if you move just a little. If it weren’t for the black cloth covering the dark spirit’s mouth, he might have reached it.
I looked at her bluntly and slowly opened my mouth.
“You’re here.”
Shut up!
A scream rings out.
The startled dark spirit was desperate and snatched the original body. Then, the putrid stench of a rotting corpse attacked him so violently that it seemed to paralyze his nose.
The footsteps and screams coming from outside the campfire gradually got closer, and soon they broke through the darkness and entered the warmth of the campfire.
A man whose entire body is covered with a robe and hood. He had an average body size, neither too big nor too small, and had a subtle smile on his face.
Wow!
In his hand he held a human face, still alive and screaming.
It was Volta.
“Are you still alive?”
The necromancer answered my question with a shrug.
“About half? “If I remove the spell, you’ll die right away.”
I didn’t really like it at first impression. It was an unpleasant voice, as if there was a bug crawling around my throat and I couldn’t make a sound.
“Commissioner Deius Verdi. “I didn’t expect it to come so soon, but I guess I did a good job of setting it up as a pretty interesting event.”
The corner of the guy’s mouth that peeked out Volta’s head turned up like a hook.
“I thought it was an evil spirit that could wreak havoc on the entire kingdom. “But no.”
The guy nodded at what I said and sat down across from me.
The dark spirit swallows his saliva and carefully stands behind me.
It was a position to protect immediately at any time and in any situation.
Suddenly, I wondered if he, a necromancer, could see the dark spirit. It was eerie, and when I saw him patting Volta’s head and making eye contact with me, it seemed like the dark spirit was not visible.
“So why did Dante call me?”
“Hoo?”
When Dante was mentioned here, the guy let out an exclamation that caught him off guard. However, he does not show any signs of embarrassment and answers with a sly smile.
“You’re more capable than you think, right? “I guess it wasn’t luck that I was able to extinguish the evil spirit that was entangled in the royal family.”
I know about Griffin’s demons.
It seemed like the other side responded in that way, but I wasn’t really embarrassed.
“I’ll tell you straight. We went through a lot of trouble because of you. “The kingdom was ignorant of black magic, so it was a true bonanza for capable black magicians.”
If I had to explain the land called Griffin to the warlock, I could say that it felt like a hunting ground for goraps.
If the low-achieving warlocks took a careless step, the magic judges would come and have them executed.
For those with skill, there are no prey that are as ignorant of black magic as this.
However, now that King Orpheus and I are attempting to reform black magic, Griffin will gradually begin to hunt them down.
So I thought it was hostile, but it wasn’t.
Rather, the necromancer’s voice contained a softness.
“But when I look at the resolution of your case and your actions so far. “I thought he was a truly desirable talent.”
“… … .”
“So, Deius Verdi. Come join us. As you probably already know about Dante, we don’t act simply for our own desires. “It is for the great cause of saving the continent.”
Yes, there is only one reason why Dante moves.
This was because we knew that this continent was saturated.
Since the dead souls had no more place to rest, they began to travel around the continent.
If this continues, the boundary between life and death will disappear on the continent, and we will live in an unclear life.
And Dante were the ones trying to stop it.
“As a necromancer, you know best. “If things continue like this, the entire continent is in danger.”
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“So you killed Volta?”
When he asked bluntly, gesturing towards Volta’s head, the necromancer glanced down at him and shook his head.
“He deserved to die. And I paid the full price.”
“I paid the price.”
It was a very jarring choice of words, but he continued talking as if he didn’t notice.
“We are different. Unlike barbaric guys who simply steal. “They pay a fair price for everything.”
“So you paid the price to your mother, Hernu?”
The necromancer remained silent for a moment at my words. It seemed like he didn’t really want to say anything, but he sighed and answered.
“I gave her what she wanted in return. We gave her freedom from her bonds. “That’s what she wanted in return.”
“Volta’s life belongs to Volta.”
“It was Hernu who gave birth to Volta.”
The stories run parallel paths.
Just as necromancers regard the soul as a kind of consumable, like a lump of mana or a weapon.
A necromancer puts a price on a person’s body. It felt like a butcher selling meat by cutting up cows and pigs.
It was very annoying.
“You’re not saying that the cost of life can’t be measured, are you? “You are not a saint, a necromancer.”
The necromancer, who speaks with a sneer and a sneer, brings the conversation back to the starting point.
“Dante needs you. You are a necromancer who can operate externally. “If you join us, we will help you establish a firm position in Griffin in the future.”
“… … .”
“We can make you a being equivalent to a saint. “If we work together, we can achieve many times greater results.”
If we team up with them, we will certainly be able to achieve tremendous results in an instant, and the church will keep quiet and citizens will gradually acknowledge it.
but.
“All, all, at that time!”
The cry of an old woman heard from far away.
Hernu must have noticed it because of the foul smell of municipal weeds, and Hernu was running towards us with tears in his eyes as if he was desperate.
“They said they would just solve it! You just said you would give me freedom! “I didn’t think you were really going to kill me!”
She runs towards the corpse doctor, swearing harshly, but stops when she sees her son’s face screaming.
Despair and suffering were dripping from his face.
“Bo, Volta?”
Have you lost strength in your legs?
Or did he feel guilty looking at the face of the son he sold?
Hernu kneels down and bows his head. He apologizes in tears, as if he had met the devil.
“I, I, I’m sorry. I’m sorry mom. She didn’t know it would turn out like this. It’s just that I’m so tired because of you… … That’s why she did it! “I didn’t know I was actually going to kill you!”
When I glance at the necromancer, he shrugs his shoulders and answers.
“The son who hit his mother. She offered to give her freedom to the mother who had been tormented by such a son, and she accepted. “It’s not up to me to set her value, she decides it herself.”
Weighing her son’s life and her own freedom, she accepted the deal.
As a result, I was extremely regretful that this situation had come to pass, but it had already happened.
“The contract is already over.”
The necromancer smiles as he lifts Volta’s head. Hernu was pounding the ground in despair and apologizing to his son.
Shut up!
Volta’s head continued to scream. Just in an infinitely cruel way, as if reliving the moment of death.
Perhaps his soul is contained within.
“The choice is yours. Don’t worry about it for nothing, I just want to hear the answer now, right?”
The necromancer got up from his seat and slowly approached me.
Under strange pressure, he demanded an answer from me.
“Let’s join Dante, Deius. We want you.”
“… … .”
The outstretched hand was full of a bad smell. Since he was a corpse doctor, he couldn’t help it, but it was still disgusting.
I reached out and pointed at Volta’s head.
“Remove the spell.”
He didn’t want the mother to hear her child’s screams anymore.
“That will be my answer.”
Volta’s death, along with the decisive difference between me and Dante, will show them that they are wrong.
“hmm?”
The necromancer tilts his head and asks what that means. But now that Volta had no regrets, he lifted the magic.
My mana fluctuates and surrounds Volta.
If we were to be honest, Volta’s head had just died.
I managed to make time to leave at least one last word, and the necromancer realized my intention.
“Do you want me to leave a will to my mother? To give her a hurt that she will never forget?”
He chuckled and took Volta’s head and placed it in front of Hernu.
Soon after, Volta’s spirit, which had been screaming, borrowed his body for a moment and was able to utter one last word.
“Uh oh, oh oh oh.”
“Bo, Volta! Volta! Sorry! “Because of this ugly mother!”
Volta’s words were not coming out properly as if there was thick sand stuck in his mouth.
Hernu continued to apologize by hitting his head on the ground, but Volta blurted out a word.
“mom.”
“… … Ball, get on it?”
“Sorry… mom.”
That was the end.
Volta’s body went limp and closed his eyes, and his soul fell into rest as if it had no regrets.
“uh?”
A necromancer looking at the hat with a puzzled expression. She naturally thought that Volta would pour out words of hate towards his mother who sold and killed her.
Rather, the way he apologized to Hernu seemed completely incomprehensible to him.
“When do you think people learn the most?”
I became a professor who could solve the problem and calmly opened my mouth.
“The moment of insight that regrets the most and changes.”
That was death.
Volta continued to suffer without being able to die. But he knows that eventually he will die.
He was in a similar situation to jumping off a very tall building.
I don’t know how long it will fall, but eventually it will continue to fall. Even though death is certain, accidents keep happening.
Even if you have seen the magic light, you must have seen it dozens of times, and even if you have regretted or resented it, you must have done it an awful lot.
And the result.
You must have looked back on your own actions. I guess I had no choice but to admit my own ending.
Volta was an extremely ugly man.
He was such a wicked person that the villagers were reluctant to hold a funeral for him.
He was such a miserable man that his mother regretted giving birth to him and felt the urge to sell him to someone else.
Even such a young man.
This is how things change in the face of death.
“In the end, things can change. “Humans are beings who can change while regretting and repenting.”
“… … .”
“You said, don’t say that you can’t measure the price of life.”
There’s a lot of ridicule.
He, who lived a life directly connected to death and had seen the most human corpses, felt foolish.
“Even a foolish young man who could only be called a little villain realized the true nature of his own death.”
Hernu hugs Volta’s head and cries desperately. I finally felt the sadness of not being able to be together even though we were meant for each other.
“How can you put a value on their lives?”
“… … “You are different from us.”
The necromancer shakes his head. They realized that negotiations themselves had lost meaning.
“It’s a shame, Deius Verdi. “You must know how to sacrifice a cow for the greater good.”
“I don’t think you, who don’t know the value of small things, can save big things.”
With the sound of the necromancer clicking his tongue, his body collapses and falls to the floor.
A body that was just a corpse.
It was the identity of the terrible odor that had been emanating from before.
“Volta! Volta! Hahahaha! Aaaaaaaaaaaah!”
That’s how the incident ended.
The necromancer has escaped, and Hernu will be arrested for inciting murder.
All that remained was the screams of the mother, shedding tears and hugging her son.
Perhaps Magic Judge Tema and Doven will arrive soon. I told him to wait nearby, but he will come after hearing Hernu’s cries.
Until they come.
To give mother and son time to say goodbye.
I pretended not to see anything.
I closed my eyes.
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