Reincarnated Dragon Goes to the Academy!

Chapter 109 : Last Reminiscence.

"Save me... please... save me..."

Skir, who was groaning and constantly begging to be saved.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Pola, who was lying next to him, was begging someone for forgiveness until her mouth was worn out.

This situation had been going on for several hours already.

"Haa..."

Lucas, who was watching them, was constantly sighing, and Nella was sitting next to him, sobbing and wiping away her tears.

'What a total mess.'

Lucas, who had looked around the room once, couldn't even get a feel for what to do in this situation.

Of course, he could have cleanly erased the children's memories with Aman's help.

But that was not a good solution.

If he erased all the situations of the battle, he didn't know how the blank in their memories would affect the children.

And if another memory that couldn't be erased filled that blank in their memories, they might have to see the most terrible memory, cut off at the front and back, for the rest of their lives.

"Please... save me..."

"Ugh... I'm sorry. I..."

Lucas was on the verge of getting sick.

The children in front of him were a problem, but behind them were the mercenary guild members, and in another place was the source of the problem, whose identity was unknown.

'Should I die?'

This thought had been repeating in Lucas's mind several times already.

He wanted to just die right away and go up to the divine world and wipe out all those pathetic things.

If that happened, he felt like he would be at peace.

'But what if the other gods are also just watching?'

It was another repeating problem. What if the other gods were also just watching this problem?

On the day Lucas died, the angels had definitely said that the dragons were created by choosing the clearest and purest souls.

That it was an apprenticeship before becoming a god.

But he was suffering so much, and they were just ignoring him?

'What is this, are they telling me to go to hell?'

As all sorts of thoughts were rummaging through his mind, Lucas shook his head violently several times and shook off the thoughts.

'What if Amore and Taras also know all this? What if Taras was the one who planned all this?'

But the thoughts kept coming back, one after another.

"Oppa... are you okay?"

Nella, who was worried about his appearance, had been asking Lucas if he was okay several times already.

"I'm fine."

"Aren't you hungry?"

"I'm fine. You go down and eat something. Your father and mother will be worried."

"...I'm fine too."

Even though it was long past dinner time, Nella was stubbornly sitting there.

"No. You can't. Let's go and eat."

"I don't want to."

"Then I'll bring some bread. Let's eat that together."

Nella nodded her head as if she had no choice at Lucas's words. Nella was always like that.

No matter how well he treated her, she was always cautious, and even though time had passed, she often had nightmares.

"Then I'll bring it. Wait a moment."

"Yes. Okay."

He couldn't keep showing someone who was falling apart to such a Nella.

'I have to solve it. Somehow.'

***

Lucas, who had left the room, carefully changed his direction and headed for the room where the members were.

"...You're awake."

"..."

As Lucas, who had arrived at their room, opened the door, he saw Alek, who was sitting on the floor, looking dazed.

"Are you okay?"

Lucas wanted to run over to Alek, who was staring at him with dazed eyes, grab him by the collar, and shake him.

"...Are the children okay?"

"They're fine."

But as soon as Lucas heard Alek's first words, his desire to get angry disappeared.

If he had asked where the bodies of his dead comrades were as his first words when he had faced Lucas, things would have been different.

No, he might have sent him to his comrades in one go.

"That's a relief... that's a relief..."

A faint smile spread across Alek's lips as he stared blankly ahead. As if it were a real relief.

"Why did you take the children?"

But Lucas had no intention of not holding him responsible.

It was so terrible just to think, 'What if the children had been hurt?'

"...We didn't take them."

"What do you mean?"

"They made a request... they were wearing robes, so I didn't even know it was Skir and Pola."

"Haa..."

At his words, Lucas wanted to run over to the children and ask them why they had done that.

A request? What on earth were they lacking that they had to ask a mercenary guild to move them?

"Was it a request to go to the imperial palace?"

"...Yes."

Some might say that Lucas was being cruel.

But when Lucas had first asked Alek, 'Are you okay?', it was no different from showing a transcendent patience.

"I want to thank the children. If it weren't for the children, I... and this bastard Sament... khuk...!"

Alek finally showed the appearance he had been trying not to show in front of Lucas.

Alek's bursting tears began to flow without stopping.

"Khuk... khuk...! What happened to my kids, my kids?"

Alek was so overcome with emotion that he couldn't even speak properly.

"I've collected them all. But their condition is not good."

"Gaaah... what should I do... what should I do... what should I do..."

Alek, who was lying on the floor and tearing at his chest, was like a father who had lost his child right in front of him.

"I have nothing to say."

"Gaaah! Why!!!"

Alek, who was banging his head on the floor.

"Take me!!! Take me instead!!!"

His cry of pain filled the room.

"Why..."

"..."

Blood seeped from his chest, which he had hit so hard that it was all worn out.

"Take me... me..."

Lucas also knew well what his heart, which had lost his comrade, was like, so he couldn't carelessly offer any words of comfort.

"I'm sorry. I have nothing to say."

"Ugh... ugh..."

"And I'll help you send the deceased on their way comfortably."

"Ugh... khuk..."

The past images of his comrades, who had now become the deceased, swirled in Alek's mind.

***

"No, brother! Does that even make sense!"

"Hey! This bastard must have lived his life being deceived, huh? Why don't you believe me!?"

Alek was on the verge of dying from annoyance at Pirkan, who was questioning his every word.

"Ha, brother. I've been a mercenary for a few years... ugh!"

In the end, Pirkan, who had been punched, carefully rubbed his head.

"You're just asking for it. Khaha! Look at that bastard, he's rubbing his head so timidly because he's afraid his few hairs will fall out. Khahak!"

"Hey, you, give me that bow over there. I can't do close combat... ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

Pirkan, who had pointed to Kimo's bow with his hand, was finally punched a few more times and then moved away from Alek.

"Ah, come on! Brothers. Please stop fighting. The meal is ready, so come and eat."

Valteri, who seemed tired of his brothers' appearance, shook his head with a ladle in his hand.

"Hey, right. You're the most mature one."

Pirkan pouted his lips as if he were displeased with his appearance.

"Khuk... you're the only one, our youngest. You remembered what I said about the tomato stew and made it, right?"

"Ahem. No, I didn't. I made it because I wanted to eat it."

Valteri, who was stirring the stew with a ladle as if he were embarrassed.

"Hey, if we go on like this, we'll all die without getting married..."

"You bastard again? You're saying unlucky things at the dinner table!"

Alek, who stood up at Pirkan's words.

"Ah, that's right! If we go on like this, where are we going to get married? And I don't even have hair..."

Pirkan, who had shouted, carefully stroked his bald head again as he talked about his hair.

"Hey! What's with that hair. Hey, captain, give me some of your leg hair! I'll plant that for you. I sometimes mistake you for wearing pants when you walk around in your underwear."

Sament, who was pointing to Alek's leg with a spoon, shrugged his shoulders slyly.

"This bastard is asking for it too?"

"Surrender! Surrender!"

In the end, Alek, who couldn't stand it anymore, got up from his seat, and Sament quickly raised both arms and shouted surrender.

"Khahaha! No, captain. So let's start a fund."

"What kind of fund?"

Alek, who had returned to his seat and had sat down, raised an eyebrow at the word 'fund'.

"Ah, you know. The people in our neighborhood do that a lot. We should also collect some money from now on, and if we can't get married, we can all live together in the same village."

Sament, who was speaking with his eyes shining, even putting down the spoon he was holding.

"Ha, really. So you're saying I have to live with you guys even when I'm old?"

But Alek didn't seem to like his words.

"No, brother? If someone gets married, we can take some money from that fund and give it to them, can't we?"

"Why should I give that? I can't even get married, so how can I give that when I'm jealous!"

Alek slammed the spoon he was holding on the table as if that had already happened.

"You're so narrow-minded. Aren't you? You cheapskate... ugh!"

In the end, Alek's spoon accurately hit Sament's forehead, not the table.

"No, brother!! Ugh... it hurts...! You're so dirty with the spoon you were eating with!"

"You're dirtier! How many days has it been since you washed?"

"Hmm... when was it..."

At Alek's words, Sament seemed to be genuinely lost in thought.

"Hey! You dirty bastard. It's not like we're in the middle of a desert! There's water and everything, so why don't you wash!"

"Brother. Why wash when you're just going to get dirty again?"

At Sament's indifferent words, the other members, including Alek, shook their heads.

"You damn bastard. Why eat when you're just going to get hungry again? Just starve to death."

"Is this and that the same!?"

"Ugh, just. This bastard doesn't lose a single word, does he?!"

"Ahem. If I can't win with a fight, I have to win with words... gaaah! Surrender! Surrender!"

In the end, Alek, who couldn't stand it anymore, rushed at Sament and began to choke him.

"Oh, really. Brothers, stop it and just eat. The stew is getting cold."

"You bastard. If you do that one more time. I'll break your neck."

"Gak... gak... you cruel person..."

Sament added one more word, holding his neck.

"Shut up!"

"Ah, then if we all live together, Valteri can cook for our brothers then."

"Ha... I'd rather get married than do that."

Valteri sighed and frowned at Pirkan's words.

"You're so mean. You know how much your brothers love you, and you say that."

"Right. We love you so much~"

Kimo and Pirkan, who were clinging to Valteri's side.

"Oh! You're so gross. Please stop it!"

Valteri shook them off and shot up from his seat.

"Aww~ Valteri~"

At Valteri's action, Pirkan even made a nasal sound and pulled his wrist.

"Gaaah! I'm done eating!"

"Whyyy~"

They were the closest friends and brothers.

(End of Chapter)