The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years - Chapter 86

: Conversation (3)

Many people's memorial procession continued over the stone mountain where the Pyro Bridge is located.

They held in their hands the branches of a flowering juniper.

The flower language of Hadongbaek, the flower of the cypress tree, is firmness and justice.

It was the flower that symbolized the Pyro goddess, and was the flower of the Pyro religion.

When a priest of the gods died, it was orthodox to take chrysanthemums instead of chrysanthemums.

Jamie, too, was following the crowd with a juniper branch.

'Many people have come to pay tribute.'

I don't know much about Archbishop Sephira, but the fact that he has a strong reputation was evidence of the people who came here.

No matter how much religion is established in Apton, people will not seek out people who lack religious leaders.

Even if you forcefully drag it, you won't be able to bring out sincere feelings.

"The Archbishop is dead I can't believe it."

"He was always smiling and welcoming everyone."

"It seems like a dream. The Archbishop is not one to be killed by anyone... . I really, will not forgive you for who you are."

"A big star has gone down."

Everyone expressed their frustration and anger at Sepira's death.

I felt that all those words were sincere.

In front of Jamie were Sears weeping and Sarah holding hands and crying with him.

The relationship between Sears and the Archbishop was barely known, and Sarah was crying with such a mother crying.

At the forefront, Marquis Belle was walking in black uniforms.

At the entrance of the temple, priests in black mourning robes waved bells to signal mourners.

The sound of ding- ding- ding was really depressing.

In line with the sound, the procession quickly became a sea of weeping.

* * *

Jamie slowly set down the juniper branch and looked at Archbishop Sepira, who was lying comfortably inside the coffin.

He looked like he was sleeping comfortably, so he felt like he was about to wake up at any moment.

'Making an undead is Wouldn't that be ridiculous?'

Leaving everything else aside, Sephira was the only person in one religion to become the only three archbishops.

If the corpse of such a person is raised again, it will be a formidable force.

In the past, he would have done that without hesitation, but Jamie today was different from Diablo Volfir.

"Jamie."

Then I heard Lars' voice next to me.

He had bandages all over his body, and his expression wasn't that good.

It was natural. A senior who worshiped the same god was killed by an enemy, so it would be a lie if I said it was okay.

"Did you get some sleep?"

"Sadly, I slept well."

I didn't have to ask what was sad.

"Your mother is more worried about me than I am."

At Lars' words, Jamie turned to Sears.

She sat down in front of the coffin and kept crying.

A priest whom the Marquis had known for a long time was beside her, comforting her.

Sara was also clinging to her mother's back and crying with her.

"I heard that the Archbishop was a gift."

Yeah. I did."

Lars smirked at Jamie's sullen look and placed a hand on his head.

"After all, you are a great guy."

What?

"Whatever happened."

It was when Jamie wrinkled one eye at the unfamiliar sound.

"Is it true that the archbishop is dead?"

"What nonsense!"

There was a commotion outside.

Lars and Jamie ran straight to the place, and Lars raised his voice as he saw the culprits of the commotion.

"Captain! Elder!

They were the Holy Executioner Philos and Airak, who had been sent to Apton.

* * *

" Janice, those crazy bastards!"

Airak couldn't contain his anger and smashed the table with his fists.

The teacup fell to the floor and shattered, and with a loud noise, fragments flew in all directions.

But no one condemned Iraqi's actions. Because everyone was of the same mind.

"There is no face. I I should have kept... ."

"It's not your fault. Because we got caught by them too."

Philos shook his head and rubbed Lars' shoulder.

"And if you're the head of the Seven Knights, I've heard of it a few times too. If such a person had been determined and aimed at it, no one would have been able to stop it."

Damn it. Damn it! Those dirty things are doing it now, and they even bring in demons?"

Airak's anger did not subside even after he broke the table, and he began looking for something to destroy until Philos stopped him.

"Stop it, Iraq. A memorial service is in progress. Are you planning to insult Sephira-sama?"

" damn it I know."

Philos knew the feelings of Airak, so he didn't say anything more.

After a brief silence, Philos let out a sigh again.

"So, what exactly happened?"

Lars told them in detail what had happened.

After hearing everything, the two of them looked at each other with a slightly suspicious look on their faces.

So You mean the kid Jamie Welton blew the head of the Seven Knights somewhere?"

"Are you seven years old?"

Lars thought that their reaction was natural.

If you've never been through Jamie, your words will sound unusual.

"I am not an ordinary 7-year-old."

"Would that make sense even for an unusual 7-year-old child?"

"I am already a 6th class wizard. I am seven years old."

" Do you have any problems with your eyes? From class 6 onwards, you're a high-ranking wizard, man. No matter how talented you are, you cannot reach the age of seven."

"Iraq is right. Even Siegfried, who is said to be the most talented of all wizards in existence, reached class 6 at the age of fifteen."

" You two haven't heard of Jamie at all.

Lars nodded, saying it was worth it.

Among the Holy Executors, these two were particularly uninterested in the world.

Even so, it is possible that someone will tell you, but it was really surprising that they did not know at all.

As Lars shook his head, Iraq snapped his fingers as he remembered something.

Wait a minute. Wellton... Wellton? Isn't there a family famous for their swords?

"It reminds me of that. The best swordsmanship in the Kingdom of Seldam. Is there no other noble family that uses the surname of Welton?"

Yes. Jamie is the son of Earl Wellton. The minor lord of Hiss."

At that, Iraq frowned.

"But what kind of magic? Isn't it normal to learn swords from Welton's blood?

Lars' eyes darkened.

My head ached as I thought about where to begin and how to convince them.

'One hundred words are unheard of.'

It is faster to see once than to explain a hundred times.

Having made the decision, Lars jumped up from his seat.

"Follow me."

"Where are you going?"

"You can see Jamie with your own two eyes. Let's go!"

Philos and Airak looked at each other and shrugged and followed Lars.

* * *

Two Holy Executors, who Lars arrived late, and Jamie, who disappeared and was alone, were wandering around the church.

Since the memorial service was in full swing, there were hardly any other people there.

'When I came here, I sneaked in and moved very quietly.'

Now, it was comfortable because no one said anything even if I went around openly.

It wasn't that he was wandering around aimlessly.

Now is the time to show up.

Unsurprisingly, a sign suddenly appeared from behind.

Wow!

"Wow!"

When Jamie turned around and shouted, Ricky was startled and pounded his buttwheel.

Seeing that, Jamie waved her index finger as if it wasn't the same.

"I should have been hiding a little bit more. Can you feel it all?"

" Just keep an eye out."

"It's not about noticing, it's about feeling good, sweetheart."

Ricky grinned and held out his hand, and Jamie grabbed him and lifted him up.

"Did you know you would come?"

"I was just running around asking you to come quickly."

Since the Pyro had regained his strength, I thought that Ricky would also have regained his omnipotent ability in the Church.

"I can't beat you."

by the way. Are you okay?"

Even though he didn't say the subject, Ricky shook his head to see if he understood.

"It's not okay. He was a good person."

The death of Archbishop Sepira was also quite heartbreaking for Ricky.

I only found out in a few days, but the Archbishop helped him and his sister a lot.

Some would say it was natural because he was an apostle of the goddess, but at least Ricky didn't think so.

He was a good adult.

To the extent that the wounds of the heart suffered at the Zenith Church were healed to some extent.

"Anna is more sad than me. I really liked that I had a grandfather."

"Where is Anna now?"

"I will be with Sister. I've been out for awhile So let's go quickly. The Goddess is making a fuss about bringing you here."

Ricky laughed awkwardly as he felt the voice of the goddess resonating in his head.

The pressure was so intense that it gave me a headache.

Follow.

"It doesn't appear and disappear like the last time again, is it?"

"Goddess, don't say anything blasphemous."

it's blasphemy

Jamie thought it was funny.

He said that while knowing who he was, it seemed like he was joking to me.

The two walked to the place where the statue of the goddess was.

* * *

"Go in."

Ricky opened the door to the basement.

A cold wind blew.

The atmosphere was gloomy for a place with a statue of a goddess.

Jamie followed Ricky down the stairs.

There was hardly any light. The further down we went, the less we could see in front of us.

"You can't make light."

Jamie, who was about to use the light, clicked his tongue.

I thought it was a strict rule, but since it was a place conscious of the coming of the gods, I had no choice but to follow it.

How far down in the dark

At the end of the stairs, a flat surface appeared.

Wait a minute.

Ricky's footsteps faded away.

In the dark, Jamie closed her eyes and waited.

After a while, a chill, even worse than now, came with a squeaking sound.

There was also the sound of water drops.

Even though I couldn't see the waves spreading over the surface of the water, they were drawn on their own in my head.

"Let's go in."

Ricky's voice was heard in the distance.

Jamie moved on without hesitation.

There was a squeaking, a squeaking sound.

there was water I heard the sound of dripping water, so I was expecting it, but the water started getting deeper and deeper.

It got to the point where I fell to my knees.

"You will come down now."

Ricky put his hands together and started muttering something incomprehensible.

It was the language of the gods.

Originally, a complex ceremony had to be performed to make the god descend, but Ricky was an apostle of the goddess.

Because the goddess directly taught the language of God, all complicated rituals were omitted.

A soft light began to rise from Ricky's body.

The darkness gradually lifted, revealing the surrounding landscape.

There was a lot of dirty and disgusting water that made me sick.

About half of the statue was surrounded by moss and was not properly maintained.

Jamie knew why.

'Because God cannot maintain his will unless he is in the primordial state.'

Gods were really annoying bastards.

Cleaning means being clean from a human point of view.

From God's point of view, even if it was polluted, it was a more comfortable place in the original state.

Fortunately, they did not impose that disgusting idea on their believers.

They are always the same guys.

As Jamie looked at the dirty water and thought, it was ready.

"Now the Goddess is coming down."

Ricky released both hands that were holding each other.

An intense divinity was sucked from his body into the statue.

The light disappeared in an instant.

But the darkness never returned.

A state in which light and darkness do not exist.

It was an unusual phenomenon, but this was what they called a 'miracle'.

"Don't say thank you for now."

Ricky turned around.

But it wasn't Ricky standing there.

The boy's figure disappeared out of nowhere.

Instead, a woman with long green hair in a pure white dress was standing there with a beautiful smile.

It looked rather ordinary, but Jamie couldn't help but smile.

I feel like I'm going to faint at any moment from the enormous pressure that seems to weigh everything down.

But the woman didn't care about Jamie and continued talking.

"Thanks to you, I was able to give Janice a big punch."

An absolute presence that makes everything trivial just by standing.

A force close to violence that cannot even be measured!

' That's humiliating.'

Jamie smiled bitterly and looked at the beautiful woman.

The goddess of mercy and punishment, Pyro, has descended to the earth.

- Continued on next episode -