Chapter 187 - 187. The Miracle That Shouldn't Happen (2)

Alas, it seems.

Other than that, nothing caught my eye.

All I could see was 'it'.

A red coffin carved into the focus.

Frustration and screams ringing in your ears.

The instruments were weeping in a low voice.

I've experienced it before.

There were too many.

A highly sought-after cleric in the Holy Land.

A young child in a slum whose treatment was delayed.

A knight who fell in an alley bleeding from being attacked by demons.

The deaths of all of them were painful.

Is that what loss is all about?

Until now, I thought that all human beings were equal under Heaven and God.

So no matter what status they had or what kind of relationship they had with me, I was able to grieve the same way.

But now...

...It was different now.

It was more painful and painful than ever.

I didn't understand.

I know he had a very close relationship with me, but wasn't death priceless?

I wanted to sit down and cry in pain.

Even more painful than that was that it couldn't have been. I couldn't honor him with normal pain and tears.

"...Are you all right?"

Ecklen came over and whispered.

It looks like he's worried about her again.

The figure of the knights, the saintess who was the owner of their sword, was not such a weak figure.

It's unfortunate.

Jeto was a really good person, and I think he just went back to Jusin's arms early as he was.

He's okay with being sad.

I wanted to say that.

If you can fool me like that, I wonder if it will hurt a little less.

"..."

However, no voice came out.

Say.

Move your lips and exhale.

"..."

Hot water drops run down your cheeks.

These are not tears.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Cheat on me

"...It's not okay... It's not..."

In the end, it was only when I spoke the truth that my mouth opened.

Soon after, Echlin hugs me in her arms.

Then, her soft voice whispered into my ear.

"...You don't have to be okay."

You don't have to be okay.

In that one word, the 'truth' that could not be spoken out of the mouth leaks out.

"I'm sorry... I'm not okay... It hurts. It hurts so bad..."

"That's okay. For now."

"Uhhhhh..."

I sobbed softly in Ecclin's arms.

I can't even cry out loud.

I couldn't even go up to the coffin to say goodbye.

It was the only way I could honor him by silently shedding tears and conveying my sincerity from a distance like now.

Stretched out his hand

But nothing caught his hand.

Couldn't catch

Couldn't reach

There were many secrets between him and me that I couldn't reveal.

It may have brought me closer to him, but now that he's dead and everything is meaningless...

...There was this distance.

This was the distance he and I had built up.

"Ah..."

The fingertips that were reaching for him trembled.

There was something empty in front of my eyes.

The woman who suddenly appeared and stood in the way between Jeto and me was staring at me.

Silver hair that stretched long.

Pink eyes.

The woman in the pure white dress looked like 'me'.

It was a welcome in my form.

Her lips, which had an indifferent expression, opened. My weakness, my fear was trying to hold me back.

'You knew it was going to be like this, right? Didn't you try to walk with him knowing what the end would be like?'

'...I didn't expect it to be like this.'

'You knew what kind of pain he was suffering and what he was carrying, right?'

'I thought we could carry it together.'

'In the end, wasn't it your choice not to disobey the Lord's command? You could have easily erased his curse.'

'He... He didn't die from a curse.'

'Do you really think so?'

Welcome tilted its head.

'...Stop.'

'He didn't die of a curse, so you think it's not your fault? Do you really think so?'

'...Stop.'

'Would he have died even if he had gone into battle intact, without a curse?'

'...Please.'

A welcome came over me.

Soon, a face-lifted welcome whispered to me.

He whispered the 'truth' he wanted to deny and had been denying.

'It wasn't the demon that killed him...'

The illusion stares at me.

'...Is that you? The innocent saint, Bernice.'

I couldn't deny it.

Because I just spit out the truth that I was covering up and hiding.

'If you can't take care of a loved one, what is a saint? Where do you look at it?

Eventually, the welcome tightened my throat.

"...Sigh"

I was out of breath.

I couldn't breathe any longer.

Ecclin immediately jumped at me as I suddenly sat down on the floor.

Thanks to her touch, the illusion that was strangling my neck disappeared, but I still couldn't stand up.

I didn't have the strength to get up.

I knew.

When he reaches the end, where will my negative emotions go?

I can't blame anyone

Was a sinner

I put my eyes on the picture of Heneris, the main god, hanging in one corner of the cathedral.

Ah, my lord

Where is the present for me?

Did the Lord want this?

It's so painful.

Heneris-nim is resentful.

However, I know very well that I, who resent you, am very ugly.

Because it was all my choice.

Was God trying to reveal my ugliness?

What...

What the hell were you trying to achieve?

Wasn't it enough to take away the light of the world from him?

As for me, I can't understand Heneris's meaning.

Maybe it's natural. How can I, a mere human being, understand the meaning of the Lord?

That's why it's even more painful.

Being in this situation.

The fear that it might never happen again.

Losing him

It's so painful.

I asked the Lord

Couldn't I be happy with him?

Couldn't he live with a simple conversation with him and feel simple happiness?

Goddess was silent.

No answer came back.

Following the silence, the mournful requiem that had been honoring him began to resonate in his ears.

I stared blankly at the red coffin in which Zeto was lying.

Even if you blame me

Even if you resent God.

Nothing changed.

He had already left and never came back.

That was the moment.

"Ah...?"

I doubted my eyes

It was because a weak spark of life was being felt inside the coffin, where no reaction had been felt just a moment ago.

It was strange.

It was impossible for the dead to come back to life.

But it was still visible.

It was such a weak energy that no one in the funeral hall noticed.

Eventually, he ran out of the place.

"...Holy Maid?!"

Feeling suspicious about this, Ecklen shouted softly, but she couldn't stop me.

I ran through the crowd toward Zeto.

There was no time to worry about the robe coming off.

Zeto's embers.

Miraculously, the light that had risen faintly was going out.

***

"Looks like it's about time."

"Are you really okay?"

"Yes, well... I knew very well what power I was going to use anyway..."

About an arm, well, if I talk to Zepeti, something will work out.

"That's your problem."

"What?"

"I guess it's the fact that I never think about what other people think."

"...I'm fine. Really."

I don't think it's bad to wear a fancy mechanical arm because the arm is gone.

No matter how much, I can't shoot something like a beam.

"..."

Next, Heneris, who was sitting at the table, quietly glanced at me.

Ah, I read your thoughts.

Finally, he murmured, 'I thought he was going to get better...' And sighed.

"Well, I don't hate that either. The firm mind that always tries to move forward no matter what trials come your way is your strength."

"Haha..."

He smiled awkwardly at Heneris' praise and scratched his head.

"Oh, yes. It's better not to take the memories of the previous life, right?"

"I guess so."

I don't have any memories, so I don't really have a strong sense of who I am...

There were also fears.

Because I don't know what I was carrying in my previous life, or how many people's lives I was carrying.

"Well, even if you don't have memories, the 'experience' remains intact in your soul. It will definitely come in handy someday."

"Okay."

It wouldn't hurt to try to guess which person in the past might have been me in my previous life.

"...If you touch it too deeply, the memory will come back."

Heneris reads my thoughts again and spits out answers to unanswered questions.

"..."

Shall we postpone it for now?

Around the time I reached that thought, a pure white light began to emanate from my body.

The body was turning to dust and disappearing.

Is the resurrection starting?

Heneris, who has been watching this, opens his mouth.

"I think it's really over now. Finally, would you like to say hello to my child on my behalf? I haven't been able to reply for the past few days."

"...So you're talking about the saintess."

"Yes, and there are many other people waiting for you besides him."

"...I guess so."

"I hope you get through it well."

Heneris shakes her hand.

Good luck getting through it.

What is that again

I wanted to ask a question, but my vision went dark.

***

Bernice ran through the crowd and ran to her coffin, her flawless silver hair dancing.

"Holy Maid..."

"A saintess...?"

"The saintess is here..."

At the same time, the people who heard Ecklen's cry were buzzing.

The situation was so urgent that Bernice did not care about the reaction of those around her.

Bernice confirmed her Jeto.

Zeto was lying with a sword and bandages in his hands.

However, Sierra, who was supposed to dwell in his sword, was not visible.

"Ah..."

Unfortunately, the embers of Jeto that were visible under Bernice's gaze had already been extinguished.

You might think you saw it wrong, or you might think it was too late, but Bernice was desperate.

Everyone was accepting Jeto's death.

She couldn't accept it as much as she did.

ㅡKeying!!

White light emanates from between Bernice's slender fingers as she puts her hand inside the coffin.

Bernice poured healing light on Jeto's body, which was cold and did not feel any warmth.

"You said you would keep your promise... Your promise..."

Her sad voice resounds, followed by a quiet silence.

""...""

Due to the sudden appearance of the saintess, the orchestra playing the requiem had also stopped playing.

Nonetheless, no one at her funeral stopped her.

Although we don't know what kind of relationship Bernice had with Zeto...

"Please come back... Please come back..."

...Because everyone had the same heart.

"..."

Eisel lowered her head.

Bernice didn't look at her because she knew that nothing would change even if the saintess stepped forward.

She didn't want to put her heart in vain.

"...I'm sorry."

Yuri burst into tears.

Because she was eagerly hoping for what Bernice wanted, and because she understood her heart so much.

"Please..."

Kaen hoped for her miracle.

I hoped that he, who had already become a dead man, would stand up casually and show a kind smile once more.

"...Uuuuu..."

Meanwhile, Bernice's vision, which has been holding back her tears, gradually becomes cloudy.

She realized at the same time.

That she didn't change anything. That she would come now and breathe her healing light, but the dead would not be brought back to life.

That miracles won't happen.

Bernice had to admit.

Jeto's spark of life, which he felt for a moment, was mistaken because she had gone mad.

That she saw nothing.

Didn't she already show the welcome?

Still, she didn't stop.

She wanted to deny the truth.

She wanted to defy fate.

People who just stared at it endlessly.

Resurrection at a funeral

It couldn't have been an unreasonable sound.

Even so, someone hoped for a miracle that was like a fantasy, and someone had to swallow the bitterness of the brutally cruel reality.

Before long, a drop of tear falls on the back of Zeto's hand.

ㅡTalk.

At the same time, Jeto's hand trembled.

"..."

Bernice's mouth fell open.

That's because the dead can't move his hands.

Because it was nonsense.

It could have been attributed to his mood, but Bernice did not miss this and immediately gathered his divine power and discharged it all.

ㅡ Key Yiing!!!!

In an instant, a light strong enough to dazzle the eyes of everyone who came to honor Jeto arose.

A scene where the word sacredness comes out of nowhere.

The brilliance took the form of wings and seemed to be embracing them.

People had no idea what was going on inside.

A miracle was happening inside the white wings.

"Ah..."

Bernice couldn't understand what was going on. She couldn't quite keep up with her head.

Jeto's hand was fully moving.

He then grabs her wrist as he heals.

"Ah..."

Little by little, very slowly, warmth was circulating in Getto's hand, which he had felt on Bernice's wrist.

Bewildered by this, Bernice stopped pouring out her healing light.

ㅡtsutsutsutsu...

The wings that naturally emitted light were removed and permeated into Bernice's body.

Only then is it caught in the eyes of everyone at the funeral home.

A bizarre scene unfolded in front of them, where the hand that came out of the coffin was holding the saintess's wrist.

Then, power entered Jeto's hand.

Sensing that power, Bernice's pupils widened.

She couldn't believe it

Getto grabs Bernice by the wrist and struggles to raise her body up.

""...""

Silence passed.

Everyone doubted their eyes.

I was in total astonishment.

To a transcendent sight far beyond the scope of understanding.

Someone shouted softly.

"...Miracle...?"

At that small cry, others also begin to accept the current situation.

"...A miracle!"

"Yes, it's a miracle!!"

"The saintess has caused a miracle...!"

Yes.

Resurrection, a place called a funeral, doesn't fit at all...

Miracles that shouldn't have happened.

People cheered.

I was glad that I hadn't lost it and shed tears in the ecstasy of witnessing a miracle.

"I'm like..."

At the sudden cheers, Bernice looked around him with a bewildered face.

Bernice knew.

That it is not their own strength.

She didn't have such an outrageous power as her resurrection.

But Jetto straightened up and sat on the coffin.

This fact was not accepted.

Causality was unknown.

In the end, Bernice gave up her understanding.

In any case, Jeto was important.

"..."

She stared blankly at Jeto, who was sitting in her coffin, with dazed eyes.

Soon, Zeto's tightly closed eyelids opened.

"Zetto...?"

Soon, blue eyes appeared.

Getto stared at Bernice.

There was no movement in the eyes.

As always, it just turned its head.

His lips, which seemed like they would never open soon, opened.

"Saintess...?"

Zeto is revived.