To Hell with Being a Saint, I'm a Doctor

Chapter 522

episode 522 the saint’s funeral (1)

“mana has returned.”

deogard nodded at the knight’s report.

“i know the wine. summon the knights immediately and strengthen the security of the border and neighboring territories.”

as the king, he calmly gave orders, but he was curious about the return of mana.

‘as long as the demonic realm exists, mana disappearance will not be resolved, as it is stated in the book.’

from the report i heard through the mana crystal ball, i heard that the demonic world is still in good shape.

but what is the current situation?

the return of individual mana was not enough, and even the flow of mana flowing in the atmosphere was completely returned.

i tried to contact the holy kingdom just in case, but it didn’t seem to have returned to its original state as much as they did.

the viscount who was standing next to him lowered his head and said.

“your majesty. i’m sorry, but i don’t think the holy son did it.”

“a saint?”

“yes. when he was alive, he had absolute power, so he might have been able to turn mana at the last moment. no, in my opinion, if you are not a saint, you will not be able to cause such a miracle.”

king deogard frowned at the viscount’s words.

“viscount. you talk as if a saint is dead. i apologize if jim’s guess is wrong.”

“i apologize for disturbing your mind. my belief was just... i thought that the saint would be the first to speak to the royal family if mana returned...”

at the viscount’s words, king deogard was shocked as if he had been hit in the back of the head with a huge log.

certainly now, half a day has passed since the mana returned.

if it was a saint with enough power to single-handedly defeat the legendary necromancer, it wouldn’t have been strange if he had returned to the celia royal family by now and reported it.

why didn’t i think of that

at the last moment, if the saint tried to return the mana with all his might.

maybe it was possible

it was enough to restore mana to the entire vast continent.

it made some sense if the saint’s breath was taken in return.

as evidence, there is not a single person who has seen the saint, even though survivors are leaking out of the devil’s palace.

the more he thought about it, the more the saint’s death became a fait accompli in his head, and deogard swallowed his saliva.

“... let’s wait another day. maybe i’m just taking a break for a while because i’m exhausted.”

“yes.”

“don’t let the outside world know about this. it’s something i’m still not sure about.”

“all right.”

“the report has been made, so let’s go.”

in response, the viscount briefly bowed to the king.

deogard, who had issued a congratulatory order to the viscount, sat on the throne and thought with a grave expression.

* * *

i had a dream.

there are fields

there was a lake

the chirping of birds announcing that it was morning.

the buds of the lotus flowers, which were soaked in rainwater, gave off a soft fragrance.

when it comes to scenery, the graceful moon was a peerless beauty, and the hard field was a hearty man.

as i was looking at it with my hazy eyes, i heard a voice calling to me from somewhere.

-older brother. calm down.

older brother.

it’s a good sound.

that low voice calls itself endlessly.

flash-!

when i opened my eyes, a light beam of pure light emitted and embroidered mana on my son-in-law.

subok was frightened and took two or three steps back.

– heo-eok! beware! what the hell is going on? do you often look scary when you think about it?

soonbok trembled as if he was afraid to even touch his gaze.

ray, who had come to his senses, looked down at his own body.

the magic circle in the dungeon lost its function and returned the atmospheric mana.

at the same time as being able to handle mana again, the mana accumulated in the dungeon began to integrate with the body.

i feel strange.

then the knights and soldiers behind him also lowered their bodies like him.

ale, who was listening to the story, laughed.

“is ray dead? nonsense.”

sain and lacia were at a loss for words.

“your brother is dying? what the hell is that...”

“are you sure?”

the knight commander shook his head.

“cilia’s forces searched the area around the devil’s nest for four days. in the meantime, more than ten thousand survivors have been rescued from inside the devil’s nest. the royal family has already given a definite answer, madam.”

unlike sein, who seemed shocked inside, ale didn’t believe it at all.

“ha ha ha. to think that the person who defeated the bone dragon died because of only one demonic spectacle. look for it. he might be sleeping somewhere nearby.”

“... today i have come to tell you. two days later, a funeral will be held in honor of the saint at the celia royal castle.”

end with that.

the knights had the last example.

the knight commander poured mana into his voice and shouted out loud.

“everyone set an example!”

remedy-!

chuck-!

pointing their swords high in their chests, they stood silently for a few seconds.

as i look at it, i get emotional.

ale, who was depressed inside, trembled.

“everyone, don’t be so downhearted. how could that monster die so easily?”

“that’s true, but...”

sein is already on the verge of crying.

lacia seemed to be calmly comprehending the situation, but if you think of her as usual, it was clear that she was quite perplexed.

“at the funeral, his majesty the king expressed his intention to attend. please do not refuse.”

the knight commander spoke upright without wavering.

the knights who stood there for a while bowed lightly and left.

after they left, in the empty yard, there were only three frozen people standing stunned.

* * *

harpman roared in the office.

“get out now, you guys!”

“solid. i think i’ve explained enough. stop accepting it.”

“the head of the corps, taesang danju, passed away? joy! are you telling me to believe that nonsense! bring the evidence!”

hafman, who was so angry, didn’t seem to listen to anything.

embarrassed by that, the knight commander took out a piece of parchment from his pocket.

it was no different from what deogard guaranteed that it had been stamped with the king’s seal.

“the bon cilia royal family has judged the saint dead. i will leave it up to danju to decide whether he accepts it or not, but the saint’s funeral will be held in the royal castle in two days, so please attend.”

after bowing,

i quickly leave the office to hear more.

halfman shook his fist and slammed the desk.

the mana-infused grip made a big scratch on the desk.

kwaaaang-!

“how dare you think of holding a funeral on your own!”

hafman thought ray wasn’t dead.

just quietly hiding for a while and hiding.

however, the words of the knight commander lingered in a corner of his head.

that’s a reasonable enough inference.

looking at the fact that no information about him had come in for four days.

perhaps.

one in a million

there was a one in 100,000 chance that he would die.

thinking about it made me feel anxious.

“danju taesang. you can’t die like this. i haven’t even repaid the favor yet.”

halfman was left alone in the office, soaked in regret.

the news of his funeral was quickly delivered to each place.