The Hero Who Returned From Death Quits

53 – EP4. Crossroads of Life and Death

As soon as he got up, he tried to figure out what time it was.

First, he observed the place where he was lying down. The decorated ceiling and walls, adorned with various intricate patterns, greeted him.

He bit his lip.

And just his luck, it was that time again.

This damn ability, which he had never wanted even once, had betrayed him yet again.

He grabbed the holy sword and looked at his own reflection.

His complexion was good, but his eyes appeared hollow, and a gloomy expression was on his face. His eyes were tinged with redness.

He chuckled.

“Ha, hahahahaha, hahahaha…”

Tears began to flow.

But he continued to laugh.

“hahahaha! Damn it, damn it!”

Laughing and cursing, there was no doubt that he had already lost his sanity.

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“Damn it, why, why of all times….”

He lowered his head.

“…Why does it have to be at that time?”

Why did he have to die just before solving everything?

Why did he have to come back to the present again?

As he threw countless questions asking why, he began to doubt his own existence.

Why does he have to endure such pain?

This damn regression ability swallowed up all precious memories and painful memories.

He never once wished for this ability, but it tormented him in various ways as if there was a bottom even to the bottom.

He gripped the Holy Sword tightly and tried to break it with force.

However, the mighty divine sword did not even tremble at his feeble touch.

“Yeah, this damn thing has never once helped me. To call this a Holy Sword, it’s better off being a cursed dark sword.”

He said with a ruthless gaze.

“Yeah… Even if my memories have been swallowed up by this damn ability, I still have things to do.”

He left the bedroom where he was lying down.

“If my deduction is correct, I might be able to threaten the Emperor… But the Emperor might just kill me without hesitation, how can I…?”

While contemplating, he came up with one idea.

“Let’s go to Matop.”

A few days later, Kaven Theodore died, and Anzel helped Feria clean up her belongings.

The reason was simple. Anzel thought there might be something among Kaven Theodore’s research that could help him.

Kaven Theodore was a powerful magician, but he was also a magician who used a variety of deep and profound magic.

If he could find a way to survive from Kaven Theodore’s research, he could save Feria.

But the process of helping her clean up her belongings was not smooth.

Seeing her looking at him without knowing anything, he bit his lips several times.

The image of her looking at him piercingly countless times came to mind.

And he finally found something useful after enduring all that time.

“…What is this?”

Feria said as she looked at the document Anzel was holding.

“…Grandfather was working on it and died without completing it. If you want it, take it. I don’t want to see it.”

Anzel looked at the research. It was a research item that was almost complete. Even if it hurt Feria’s feelings, he had to make use of it at least in this matter.

Anzel started the research as soon as he returned to his lodging. The last one. If he could complete the last piece, it would be the end of his research.

He may not have been magically exceptional, but he was, in Pariah’s terms, a “real magician” who had learned the mechanics of each spell.

Gradually, his research progressed.

However, he soon hit a wall. He lacked magical power.

He tried to gather as much magical power as possible but couldn’t reach the required amount.

He needed to find a way to increase his magical power.

And he knew the best means to do so.

“…Catalyst.”

He abruptly stood up from his seat and muttered.

“I need a catalyst.”

A catalyst could fulfill the necessary amount of magical power.

He obtained permission and once again headed to Amutenas’ palace.

Having reached the top floor of Amutenas’ palace, he took out the catalyst and held it in his hand.

Then, he resumed his research and activated the catalyst.

Tremendous magical power flowed into the catalyst, and soon it began to emit light and operate.

The amount of magical power the catalyst took from him was beyond his imagination.

Despite feeling a queasy sensation, he clenched onto the catalyst forcefully.

With almost no magical power left, he sacrificed his vitality to activate the catalyst.

Using the catalyst produced enough magical power to continue his research, and he continued studying with a cough.

Days passed like this, and he came to know that Feria had likely been kidnapped.

He poured out more magical power, biting his lips until they bled. Before long, he collapsed.

He realized that his heart was slowing down.

He realized that his body was growing colder.

He knew that he was dying.

He died.

And he came back, helping with the cleaning of relics, grasping the catalyst again, and resuming his research.

Just a little. Even though the end was within sight, he failed to solve that little thing countless times in his research.

He died.

He died.

He died.

And as he began to vaguely feel what he was researching for, he finished his research.

“It’s over.”

The comment that came out of his mouth initially sounded dry.

Then he began to choke up.

“It’s over.”

After that, tears started to flow from his eyes.

“It’s over….”

He stood still for a moment and then shook his head frantically.

“No, it can’t be like this.”

He put on his outdoor clothes and got on the carriage.

The destination he headed towards was none other than the holy land.

The saint greeted Ainzell, who had suddenly appeared, with a smile.

“What’s the matter, brave warrior? You haven’t visited for a while, and now you come without any contact.”

“Well… I have something to entrust to you, Saint.”

“To entrust? Another request?”

The saint recalled the weakness of Ludran, which Ainzell had entrusted to her last time and she still didn’t know what it was.

“Ah, yes.”

“…Also, I shouldn’t know the content?”

“No, what I’m entrusting you with this time is this piece of paper.”

“…It’s a blank piece of paper.”

Beatrice raised an eyebrow. Was the warrior trying to tease her?

“Oh, well, I may have been somewhere and if I don’t come back, the contents will automatically come to mind.”

“…Where on earth did you go?”

Beatrice asked, and Ainzell smiled.

“The palace.”

“…The palace?”

“Yes, the palace.”

“What on earth could you have done there?”

“I wanted to meet the Emperor.”

“The Emperor?”

“Yes, it turned out that way.”

“May all your wishes come true…?”

As Beatrice tilted her head, Angel nodded, smiling.

“Yes, you should wish for that.”

Angel adjusted his outfit and then looked out at the magnificent palace. Even if it was a landscape created by falsehood and deception, it was still beautiful.

“Even if it’s a scenery crafted from lies and deceit, it’s still beautiful.”

After expressing his thoughts succinctly, he turned to the steward of the palace.

“Could you please inform His Imperial Majesty that I would like to meet him? I have something important to discuss with him. If possible, just the two of us.”

“…Even if you are a knight, it’s not so easy to meet His Imperial Majesty…”

“Oh, come on. It’s really important. If I don’t meet His Majesty quickly, I might blurt it out to everyone around, and that would be awkward for His Imperial Majesty, wouldn’t it?”

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With a smile, he continued to press the steward. The steward hesitated, wearing a troubled expression.

“…I’ll try to convey your message. Wait in the lounge. Have some tea while you’re at it.”

Angel waited in the lounge, sipping on tea and nibbling on some snacks. Finally, a few hours later, a maid came to fetch him.

“…Sir Knight, His Imperial Majesty is summoning you.”

“Yes.”

Angel smiled deeply.

It was a garden illuminated beautifully by the night sky. The emperor looked at Angel as he sipped his tea.

“So, what brings our knight to see me?”

The emperor smiled leisurely. Well, he didn’t have much to do, so hearing a story wouldn’t hurt. It was a bit annoying to be summoned like this, but the sight of someone trying hard to bring him information wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

“I’ll be straightforward. Stop meddling with Feria. Nothing will happen, so just leave it be.”

“…What?”

The emperor’s eyes flickered with surprise as he looked at Angel.

What is it? How does the knight know about that? Aside from the royal family, no one else should know about it, and the plan is still in preparation…!

“Are you daring to threaten me? I don’t know where you heard such words, but you’d better stop it!”

The emperor’s angry voice echoed, and Angel shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, is it true that Feria is the daughter of the previous emperor?”

The emperor’s pupils began to tremble.