The Reincarnated Archmage’s Journey Chapter 295

Episode 295. Towards the End (3)

The gathered sculptors had generally bright expressions on their faces.

And the resting effect was immediate, to the point that all the sculptors who had lost consciousness and collapsed woke up.

“Is everyone doing okay?”

When I asked, the sculptors each answered as bravely as they could.

"yep!"

"Okay, then. It looks like there aren't any wizards in poor condition. Let's get straight to the point. We'll be busy starting tomorrow."

The sculptors nodded.

Perhaps everyone thought they were going to deal with Cyrus.

“There’s one thing we have to do before we catch Sailor.”

“……What kind of work?”

When everyone else was too busy watching to ask, Alfrik stepped forward and asked.

I explained that I had gone to the inspection school with Garent to make sure the passage was properly connected.

And in the case of the main campus of the magic school, only Etar forcibly sent the students out, so they were able to survive, but in the prosecutor's school, there was no one to take such action against the prosecutors, so unlike the main campus of the magic school, there were still many corpses, so he said that he promised Garent that he would go to the prosecutor's school together tomorrow to collect the prosecutors' corpses and make a separate graveyard for them.

"great."

Is it because I am fully aware of the dire situation at the inspection school?

Alfrik, who was usually very talkative, gave a short answer.

I turned my gaze and met the eyes of each wizard.

They met my eyes and nodded in agreement.

"Okay. Then I'll call you again tomorrow. Everyone, get some rest."

As soon as I officially finished speaking, the sculptors began to rise from their seats one by one and leave.

But I didn't come out of the parliament and continued to sit there.

“Vice and Delser will stay for a while.”

“……Huh? Us?”

Is it because I suddenly singled out only the two of them?

Vice and Delser looked puzzled.

“Yeah. There’s something important, so you two should stay.”

***

Garent gathered his guards into the arena.

The reason the Inspectorate gave way to the vastly more numerous wizards and only invited the Royal Guard to the arena was simple.

First of all, there are things to be done tomorrow, but there are also more important things to discuss.

When I told them that we were all going to the inspection school together tomorrow to collect the bodies and make a graveyard.

The prosecutors all answered like this.

"If the wizards could do that… I'd be so grateful. Even without that, my heart ached every time I looked at the sky."

They were truly grateful for the wizards' good deeds.

The atmosphere has become so unbelievable that it is hard to believe that the two forces had previously been estranged and had fought each other out of jealousy.

Garent led the discussion.

"Okay, then let's do that. This is the most important thing. What do you guys think is the best way to end Sherman? That guy you want to grind up?"

“Of course……!”

As soon as the name Sherman is mentioned, the prosecutors get so excited that they jump to their feet.

And each of their hands automatically went to the hilt of the sword on their waist and back.

"How many pieces should I divide it into? I'll tear it to pieces and scatter it everywhere!"

That was the prosecutors' answer.

But Garent wasn't angry.

The reason is, they haven't seen Aimer's linking yet.

That's why they don't yet know that wizards and swordsmen actually share the same ancestors, and they don't even know exactly how the two above worlds came to be.

Garent glanced at Dread.

He kept tilting his head with a gloomy expression.

'As expected, Dread. You listen to me and know that's not the right answer, right?'

Then, I started to have secret expectations toward Dread.

'Or… is the reason for your gloom because you were kicked out of Aimer's jewel?'

He clearly promised that if he could handle that matter properly, he would be appointed as the successor to the Supreme Prosecutor's Office.

But unfortunately, Dread didn't do that, so he might be making that expression because he thinks his dream of becoming a successor has gone astray.

Because right now, his status as successor may be more important to him than the collection of the prosecutors' corpses.

'If you answer this question to my satisfaction, I will continue to be your successor.'

Garent asked Dredd with that thought in mind.

“Dread, why do you look like that?”

"ah……."

Since he was pointed out in a place where many people were gathered, naturally everyone's attention was focused on him.

Dread began to feel the burden.

Even the royal guards already know that Dread is a swordsman.

Dredd was mentally overwhelmed by the gaze of the guards, who normally held him in such a high position that he could not even make eye contact.

"Don't worry about what others think. Why are you making that face? How many pieces do you think Sherman should be divided into?"

Garent didn't care and just asked what he wanted to ask.

The reason I asked so strongly was to hear Dredd's exact thoughts.

“Ah…… no, there is that……”

But still, Dread stuttered uneasily and was looking around at the guardsmen.

“Don’t be so annoying, just answer.”

He lowered his head as Garent fired even harder.

“I just understand both of them, so I can’t say anything.”

Oh my?

Garent smiled slightly in satisfaction after hearing Dread's answer.

I mean, both of them make sense.

Garent asked again, hoping that one of them would definitely be a member of the Royal Guard and the other would be the one he was thinking of.

“What does both mean?”

"…Our ancestors. I know this from Garent, don't I? How the Inspector came to be, and how there are two worlds in the sky above. But I also understand the feelings of the senior members of the Royal Guard… so it's a bit much."

“So what you’re trying to answer is, killing isn’t the answer?”

I asked outright.

Only then did Dredd glance at the surrounding guards and nod with difficulty.

"……yes."

match!

Garent clapped his hands once.

It is a gesture of joy at getting the answer you wanted.

“But, Garent, what does Dread mean?”

What was to come has finally come.

The guards, who were not familiar with the facts, asked questions.

So Garent began to explain naturally.

What kind of entity is a fact checker?

And why did the two above worlds come into being?

There is no aimer in the arena right now, so it is not a situation that can be easily explained with linking.

So Garent had to explain everything one by one.

After investing quite a bit of time, I was finally able to finish the explanation, and the expressions on the guards' faces when they learned everything were not entirely comfortable.

“……So that’s why.”

Only then did the guardsmen seem to understand why Dread had been so timid.

"So, I agree with Dredd. We shouldn't kill Sherman. Besides, he wants death. To give him death is to lose to him, isn't that a defeat?"

I quoted Aimer's words verbatim.

The guardsmen all nodded.

“So, Aimer suggested that we make Sherman into a being who couldn’t be a prosecutor, a wizard, or a commoner.”

“……Is that possible? But in the end, isn’t that killing someone?”

“I’m so stupid.”

Garent answered as if he was really pathetic.

My heart ached at how simple his thoughts were.

At that moment, Garente also felt something.

‘… Is this how wizards usually look at us?’

Garent was once a pure prosecutor.

That's why I was able to realize today that my way of thinking had changed a little after I became a magician who mastered magic.

"Anyway, Aimer said she'd do it if the prosecutors agreed. I don't know exactly how she'd do it. I just heard she'd do it."

"Yes, that's fine. It preserves the spirit of our ancestors while inflicting an unbearable humiliation on Sherman."

The guards did not refuse.

Rather, it seemed as if he was just praying that it would actually be possible.

"Then that's settled. Since you've agreed, I can just relay it to Aimer."

"So, is this the end of the discussion? That's why you called me."

One of the guards said.

"no."

But Garent remained motionless, like a tree firmly planted in the ground.

“What else do you have?”

In response to the guard's question, Garent merely nodded at Dread.

It's a gesture telling you to come here.

“……Why me all of a sudden?”

“Do as I say. Just come.”

“Oh, yes.”

As Dread stood beside him, Garent placed his arm on Dread's shoulder in a friendly manner and said,

"I officially announce to you, I am the successor to the Grand Inspector, Dredd."

“……Huh?”

But what surprised me the most was Dread.

He was startled and started shaking, as if he was having a seizure.

“No… Lord Garent. I clearly didn’t keep my promise…?”

"That's good enough. Above all, you think differently than them. That's why I deliberately singled you out and asked you so many questions."

It was because Dread was the answer Garent wanted that he saw the possibility.

But, as always, there was opposition from the guards.

“That’s not it… Not just anyone else, but Dread isn’t a prosecutor with the skills we can accept.”

They were cool.

Even though they are all prosecutors who survived, there are complaints that this is too personal.

The position of chief prosecutor is an important one that requires him to supervise all prosecutors.

It is not a place where decisions can be made privately.

That's why Dread was judged unsuitable for the position.

“Hey, can you use magic?”

But Garent also easily anticipated this kind of backlash.

As if he had been waiting, he spat out the question he had prepared.

"…It seems like you're just taking sides because they're both swordsmen. We can't accept a Grand Swordsman who's chosen for personal reasons. That's not the position of a Grand Swordsman."

The guardsmen weren't easygoing either.

"Aren't you underestimating the magician? Ugh, this won't do. Dread, can you do it?"

“……Huh? What?”

“Show me with your own skills. The difference in power between a swordsman and a magician is huge.”

“What is that……!”

Garent ignored Dredd's words and spoke to the guards.

"You elect a representative. If that representative loses to Dread, you recognize him as the successor. What do you think? Isn't that fair?"

"great."

The guardsmen did not avoid it either.

“Garent-sama……! What are you going to do if I lose……!”

Dread spoke in a small, resentful voice.

“Well, then we should go find a new successor.”

“…….”

To Garent, it was nothing more than a whining that didn't even make sense.

"Would you have voted for me just because I'm a swordsman? It's because I have faith in you."

He looked at Dread, muttering to himself.