Chapter 170 - 170. Postmortem Preparation (1)

"Heo-euk... Heo-euk..."

Amon's panting breathing can be heard from under the cellar.

'Is it the limit...'

Amon's arm was shaking violently.

The gauntlet made of rock on his arm was bumped here and there and there was no place that was not scratched.

Amon looked at the demons in front of him.

The Demon, who was wearing vulgar, revealing clothes, was handling a hammer the size of his own body.

Amon was confident in close combat, but this time he couldn't use his strength.

There were some things that weren't very good, but...

"Amon... Why..."

The voice of a pathetic man crying came from behind Amon.

It was Trix.

The demons attacked indiscriminately, regardless of whether it was Trix or Amon, but even with Amon, there was no way Trix, who had lost his mind, could take care of himself.

"You pitiful bastard..."

Amon didn't even pay attention to Trix and raised his guard while giving him a face.

He was guarding Trix.

There was no reason to die even if you were a stupid and stupid guy who fell for the devil's deception.

After all, if Amon had been watching Trix die... He would not have seen his father, Maxim Caligus, Shield of the Empire.

Guard and protect

Don't let your colleague die.

It was the spirit of Caligus.

Once again, the hideous blunt weapon held by the demon rushes toward Amon.

It was a monotonous attack that even Amon could dodge, but if he dodged it, the skull of Trix behind him would shatter.

ㅡQuaang!!!

The immediate shock.

"Keugh..."

Previously, he tried parrying it and pouring a series of attacks, but Amon's tired arm could only block the hammer.

"It's tenacious..."

However, the demons were also tired.

It was not able to pierce the shield of Caligus.

'Why doesn't it collapse...?'

The demon Knalusha, who was dealing with Amon, was in trouble.

He had no intention of killing Amon, even if he was a poor cadet behind Amon.

Can you miss the golden opportunity to get your hands on the son of the famous family of four elements?

Infusing demonic energy with all his might, he threw down dozens of times with all his might.

Originally, it was Amon's stamina that should have collapsed immediately.

However, Caligus's mental strength has something to protect. She couldn't break through that mental power.

"Heo-euk... Heo-euk..."

However, it seemed that the end was in sight.

Amon could no longer lift his arm.

Haha... Caligus is Caligus."

Knalusha laughed.

She was delighted with the idea that she would soon be able to use that solid man of hers as her puppet.

'I'm going to pass out quickly...'

It was very easy for Knalusha to bewitch a man who had lost her mind.

After making it accept demonic energy, pour a potion that makes the body sensitive, and then make it impossible to get out of the pleasure... A puppet that is obedient and obedient to lust is completed.

ㅡ Fit!

If you do that, you will be able to collect information within the Innocence Academy that was said to be like a fortress... Moreover, isn't Amon the heir to the Caligus family? If done well, he might be able to devour that Caligus family.

"Hmm...?"

Knalusha, who was licking her lips in her delight, let out her questioning shrieks.

For some reason, a fishy taste lingered on her tongue.

"Blood...?"

A thick black liquid came out of Knalusha's hand as she scanned her face for a moment.

"This swordsmanship..."

Amon, who had been watching this, murmured and then looked in the direction of the stairs in the basement.

Knalusha, who followed her gaze to the same place.

But no one was there.

More than that, what are you talking about swordsmanship all of a sudden?

Knalusha's field of vision, which had been reaching for such a thought, split in half of hers.

ㅡChalpak.

Then Knalusha's head, which had been slashed by her oblique line, landed on her floor.

"Hee, hee!! What is it, what is it...!!"

Trix's bewilderment.

It wasn't long before the massive hammer slung over her shoulder threw her off balance and Knalusha's torso thumped.

Even in the middle of it, Amon's eyes were on the stairs that were the only entrance to the basement.

Into the cellar where there was silence.

ㅡ Jerking and bucking.

I hear someone's footsteps coming down.

Soon after, the image of him descending into the basement caught Amon's eyes.

"...Was it you?"

Amon, unable to stand any longer, sat down.

A man descends into the basement and approaches Amon straight away.

Even Amon had no idea what expression he was making. A white bandage was covering his eyes.

He had a smile on his lips, as always, but one thing he could tell for sure was that he wasn't laughing at Amon.

Then his lips open.

"You worked hard, Amon... Leave the clean up to me."

"...Since when have you been there?"

Amon, who was on the verge of collapsing, asked him while trying to catch his spirit.

"I just arrived."

As he was scratching his cheek, anyone could see that he was letting go of his pretense.

"You're kidding... So? Are you trying to test me?"

Amon smiled and looked up at him.

"Haha, it's not a test. They just arrived. Still, I'm sorry that I'm a prince and not a princess...

"Common...?"

"A normal, Amon Caligus I knew."

His words with such an unfortunate smile continued, and Amon lay down on the floor.

"Caligusra..."

How the hell did he get here?

What is the identity of the non-standard swordsmanship that he cut down the opponent he was struggling with with a single knife?

There were many questions, but the fact that there were no scars on Trix's body behind him.

He said he took the honor of Caligus.

He wondered if he had caught up with his father, who had returned from the battlefield with more wounds than any other soldier.

Amon closed his eyes with a slight satisfaction.

***

I also thought that Amon had suddenly been corrupted by activating some kind of 'force of fate', but it wasn't like that.

I was sorry for doubting him again.

Amon's amazing determination.

That's something I should learn from him as well.

If possible, I wanted to give Amon a 'last hit', but the situation was not going well, so I had no choice but to step in.

A small amount of demonic energy that remained in Trix's body, which Amon had finally protected. Since it was also a kind of debuff... It was possible to solve it with acupuncture.

However, Amon was making a fuss about dying because of him, but he was in confusion in many ways, so he had to put his jaw to sleep.

Thanks to this, I had to load the two fainting men into the carriage. He didn't know Trix, but he was with the big Amon, so it was a little difficult for him to use mana.

'I'm a coachman, not a mortician...'

Laden's coachman's grumbling had to be quelled with a small amount of tip.

After that, he went to see Priscilla.

In the middle of the night, she carried two men on her back, and she increased her nagging.

Deciding to leave the rest of the nagging to Amon, he hurriedly left Priscilla's house.

Anyway, wouldn't there be nothing good about building a deep connection with Priscilla?

On her way out of Priscilla's house.

She asked me

She's been saying that Eisel hasn't been to her attendance in the past few days, and she wonders if she has any idea where she's gone.

I said, 'I'll look for it.' I left such a short answer.

Aisel must have grasped her situation sooner or later.

She knew where she was headed and who she could find.

But there is still some time left.

There is no need to rush.

She must be preparing for her showdown.

Likewise, I had to prepare myself slowly.

Therefore, I was able to return home around sunrise in the morning, and I was about to explain my plan to Ray and Zeppetti.

It was insurance just in case.

"Kuhm..."

In front of Ray, who had just woken up, and Zeppetti, who was concentrating on what plan he was going to recite, I cleared the cluttered atmosphere with a clearing of my throat.

""...""

Good. You're concentrating.

I got straight to the point.

"...Nothing but in the next few days. I might die."

"...What? My older brother is dying?"

Ray, who was rubbing his eyes at the somewhat shocking words, opened his mouth.

"What are you talking about all of a sudden... Am I still dreaming?"

Ray pulls his chubby cheeks.

"It's not a dream. It's real. I could really die."

"...That, shouldn't that be the case...?"

Ray stutters her in a trembling voice.

She would know me as a prophet or something, so it wasn't a particularly strange reaction.

Above all, Ray was still unaware of the existence of 'tears of the dead'. I was asleep when I talked to Zeppetti about it the other day.

So, in addition, I told Ray about the tears of the dead in my heart.

Fortunately, Ray also knew what the tears of the dead were, so the explanation was easy.

"You put it in your heart? Is your older brother out of his mind...?"

But I couldn't help being treated like a lunatic.

To this, Sierra, who had squinted her eyes, added her words.

[I'm not crazy... In many ways...]

I continued with a light smile.

"Anyway, isn't the important thing that I have something to use? Coincidentally, I could die this time. I won't really die, but..."

"For what?"

"It's to save a precious person. There will be a fight with a strong demon..."

"..."

At my ambiguous explanation, Ray nodded as if he couldn't understand and bit her mouth shut, and then Petty, who had been quietly listening, opened her mouth.

"So Zeto's death... Is it certain?"

"It's not definitive. I'm not dying because I want to die. It's just that I'm willing to die if my death is necessary to sever the roots with certainty."

It's okay if I don't die.

It's also about saving coins.

I was fully prepared too.

To the point where I wonder if it is possible to become stronger than this at this time.

But what can I do with the unknown anxiety that keeps coming over me? Even I myself have never prevented Aisel's death.

'Even in another sense... Failure is already...'

...Anyway, it just feels like an impossible task to me.

Right now, things are going badly for the demons. It was unlikely that the 'Murka' would fall helplessly without taking any action.

"Why does my brother have to step in?"

"There are many secrets that are not good to be known to the outside world... I think I have no choice but to go out alone to protect the lives of others. I am confident that I can handle it alone. But dying is the problem."

"So if I die? Will I be resurrected?"

"If it goes as planned. But if the resurrection is possible right away, I'd be happy too... I'm not sure how long the resurrection will take."

Yes.

Resurrection is good, but it was a matter of how long it would take to resurrect.

I know that resurrection is possible, but I don't know when it will happen. It is said that he may open his eyes when he is put in a coffin and buried in the soil.

"If it's a little late... A funeral may have to be held."

"Funeral...?"

"Because a person died."

[ ...That sounds like a dangerous story. ]

"I know. Everyone must be of the same opinion. At a funeral, something happens that should never happen... But what can I do? Can't you just tell people not to worry that a person has died and will be resurrected soon?"

"Umm... It's because it's the tears of the dead..."

Ray nodded his head in agreement.

The tears of the dead are jewels containing the vitality and souls of countless people.

In other words, it is the same as the proof of massacre.

It had to be seen as a dangerous object on a different level from the sword.

From where you got it, why you put it in your heart, and how you put it in.

Problems that cannot be solved increase.

"That's why... In the eyes of others, I like seeing my resurrection as a kind of 'miracle'. Well, if possible, I'd like to not die, and even if I do die, I'd like to get back to life quickly... But I don't know how things will turn out. "

"No matter how good a prophet you are, I've heard that your future feels uncertain. It can't be helped."

It's not really that kind of problem.

Ray knew the question and quickly solved it.

"What's important is what happens after I die. I guess when that day comes, I'll lie in my coffin and won't be able to move or speak, so it seems like it's better to plan ahead."

"Is there anything else I should do?"

A question from Zeppetti who realized the purpose of the story.

"Yes. Master doesn't know... Ray and Zepetty have work to do for me who is lying in my coffin. It's a heavy responsibility, but can I ask you a favor?"

"It's embarrassing, but... It doesn't matter. As long as it comes alive, I don't have any complaints."

Ray, scratching his head, let out a sullen voice.

"If it's for Jeto-sama..."

Zeppetti lowered his head and muttered.

'Okay then, I got consent...'

It was time to explain the plan.

It would be more accurate to say that it is a response rather than a plan.

This is my postmortem preparation.

So after I die... It's not certain, but it's just if, if only.

If a 'mess' is caused by those left behind after my death... It was an insurance and preparation to prevent the mess from growing into an uncontrollable problem.