Reincarnated Dragon Goes to the Academy!

Chapter 110 : Leniento.

"Here it is. And... as I mentioned earlier, someone will help you see your comrades as they were in life."

Lucas, with Aman's help, had changed the poor condition of the bodies to look as they did in life before guiding them.

It was a small consideration from Lucas, who hoped that they would remember their comrades' last moments as they were.

"Thank you... thank you so much..."

Alek and Sament, who were standing in front of the hut where the bodies of the members were, took a moment to prepare themselves.

Alek and Sament, who seemed to have prepared themselves to some extent, looked at each other alternately and then slowly lifted the entrance of the hut.

Alek and Sament, who were saying their last goodbyes to their comrades, cried their eyes out for a long time.

Lucas's heart also ached as he watched them.

"Now, say your goodbyes."

Lucas briefly interrupted their grief.

Because the living must live.

"Goodbye..."

"Please, goodbye..."

As they finally brought them out of the hut after their last goodbyes, the hut was engulfed in flames.

It was now time to really let them go.

After that, he had to stop Alek, who was trying to jump into the flames, and he had to catch Sament, who had fainted from exhaustion after wailing.

But since this was also a part of the farewell process, Lucas did not put them to sleep or send them away, but silently accepted it all.

"Go... go and fly freely... freely..."

***

"You've been coming here often lately?"

Hasel frowned at the sight of Aman, who had suddenly appeared in his lair.

"Do you think I come here often because I want to?"

Aman also twisted his lips and sneered at Hasel's reaction.

"You're still asking for a beating. Is it raining outside?"

Hasel slowly got up from his seat at his answer.

"Yes."

Aman, who frowned as if to ask why he was suddenly asking that.

"Do you want to be beaten until you're dusty on a rainy day?"

"..."

Aman trembled at the evil curl of Hasel's lips as he smiled brightly.

"Why are you here?"

"I have something to show you."

Aman took out a black bead from his bosom and carefully placed it on the table.

"...What is this damn thing?"

Hasel's impression crumpled as he carefully picked up the bead.

"It was found near my territory. A mercenary guild was moving this item to the capital."

"And that mercenary guild?"

"Most of them are dead. A group of wyverns appeared."

Hasel clicked his tongue as if his prediction had come true.

"Ha. I'm at a loss for words. What kind of big-shot bastard is doing this?"

Hasel's stomach began to boil at the magi emanating from the item Aman had taken out.

"It seems to be related to the corpse found in the dungeon last time."

Aman also knew well how upset he would be.

"Wait. What's that outside?"

Hasel, who was listening to Aman's words, tilted his head at the energy he felt from outside.

"Monsters."

"Monsters? What... this!"

In the end, it had burst.

-Flash!

Hasel, who had quickly teleported outside the lair, was dazed at the absurd situation that unfolded before his eyes.

A group of monsters, which seemed to fill the mountain range, was rushing toward the lair as if possessed by something, regardless of their type.

"Are they all crazy!!!"

In the end, Hasel's anger exploded, and the surrounding magic began to boil.

-Boom!!!

-Keeek! Keeek! Gaaah!

The numerous monster groups that were positioned outside the lair were swept away by the single magic that Hasel had unleashed.

Hasel was even more dumbfounded at the sight.

Because the pathetic monsters that would be swept away by a single magic like this had pushed their way into his own home.

"I've never seen such a damn thing!"

Hasel was angry at the group of monsters that had fearlessly flocked to the front of his lair, the lair of the dragon who was the head of all monsters, but he was even more angry that he had found out what the cause was.

"Bring that!"

Aman, as if he had known this would happen, let out a small sigh and handed the bead in his hand to Hasel.

-Crack!

The bead, which had been crushed in Hasel's hand, had almost turned into powder.

"Huh? What are you doing, breaking that?"

"What do you mean, what am I doing? Whatever is in this, are you telling me to just watch this happen?"

Hasel shouted at Aman's words.

"But the power of this bead was getting stronger and stronger. We had to wait until the end to see what kind of bastard..."

"Shut up! What kind of bastard? A bastard who did this crazy thing can be caught somehow without this damn bead."

Hasel, who had quickly cut off Aman's words, dusted off the remnants of the bead from his hand.

"...How?"

"..."

Hasel, who had no answer.

"Haa..."

Aman let out a sigh at his appearance.

What in the world was he going to do if he had so cleanly incinerated the evidence when he should have been chasing it with the evidence?

"I'll take care of it, so stop sighing and just follow me."

"Yes... I should..."

***

The Resurrection Cult's church.

"Follow Yante's will, believe, and love one another."

"Leniento."

The people gathered in the church were all kneeling and shouting 'Leniento' in unison.

"We are growing under Yante's infinite love. The way to repay that love is through trust and love."

The sight of the believers being moved by every word of the priest was even strange.

"Leniento."

"Today, Yante has personally come for our pitiful believers."

At the priest's words, the believers' eyes widened as they looked at the church.

"There will be salvation for those who believe."

The believers, who saw the leader on the church, prostrated themselves and began to praise him.

"Yante! My Yante!"

Some shed tears of joy, and some even fainted, unable to overcome their emotions.

"Believe. I will reach out my hand to those who are in darkness and lead them to the light."

"Leniento!!!"

As the leader reached out his hand and began to sprinkle light, the believers began to prove their faith by shouting at the top of their lungs.

"The sick and the ill will be relieved of their worries."

"Leniento!!!"

As the leader raised one hand, a blue light began to pour down.

"The living will have happiness bloom in their faith."

"Leniento!!!"

As he raised his other hand, a red light began to pour down.

"The dead will be saved and will return to life."

"Leniento!!!"

As he raised both hands once more, the light became one and a purple light came out.

"Who is suffering?"

As the leader's benevolent voice echoed through the church, a man raised both hands and began to shout.

"Yante! My Yante! Please look at my daughter!!!"

As the leader's gaze rested on the man, he quickly lifted his daughter who was sitting next to him.

"Yes. My pitiful Yante. Come here."

As the leader reached out a hand and pointed in front of him, the man held his daughter and quickly ran over.

"Yante..."

The man, who had put his daughter down for a moment, prostrated himself on the floor and approached the leader's instep.

"Yes..."

As he naturally held out his instep to the man, he kissed his instep carefully with a moved expression.

"Ooh! Thank you. Thank you..."

The man was so happy that he had touched his humble lips to the leader's instep that he was even shedding tears.

"Bring your pitiful daughter to me."

"Khuk! Thank you. Thank you."

The man's daughter looked fine on the outside.

"Yes... how pitiful..."

Even at the sight of the child, the leader nodded his head as if he knew what the problem was.

As the man took his daughter's hand and brought her before the leader, the child was just rolling her large eyes.

-Saaak

As a white light burst from the leader's hand and began to envelop the child, all the believers gathered in the church put their hands together and raised them high.

The believers were rubbing their hands and offering prayers.

"Right. Now open your mouth."

The man, who had been half in doubt even as he had brought his daughter before the leader, seemed to have been.

But as the leader immediately recognized what his daughter's problem was, surprise and joy began to appear in the man's eyes.

"...B-buh... buh..."

The child, at her own voice that she had uttered for the first time since she was born, touched her neck once, and her ear once.

"Khuk! Alin!!!"

The man, who was moved by the unknown sound that his daughter had uttered, hugged his daughter tightly.

"Thank you... thank you. My Yante!"

"Yes. My pitiful Yante."

The believers began to cheer like crazy at the miracle that the leader had performed.

"Leniento! He has performed a miracle! Leniento!"

The leader, who had smiled benevolently at their cheers, raised a hand and silenced their shouts.

"But..."

The believers all began to concentrate on his words at the leader's next words.

"It seems your faith was lacking."

"...Pardon?"

The man's eyes widened at the leader's words.

"Your child will get better as much as your faith."

"..."

The man, who had heard his words, felt like he wanted to just bang his head on the floor and kill himself.

"Yante... Yante... I-I was irreverent. Please punish me. Me..."

He just wanted to die, saying that the small doubt he had had when he had come up to the church had affected his daughter.

"Hoho. My pitiful Yante. Why would I punish you. Isn't this all my fault for being inadequate."

A sharp edge was hidden in his voice, which sounded merciful.

"Listen, my pitiful Yantes!"

"Leniento!"

"Faith is salvation. You pitiful one who has come to me. Believe in the miracle I perform!"

"Leniento!"

The church seemed to be about to be torn apart by the shouts of the prostrated believers.

"Those who believe in me will go to Cielo!"

"Leniento!"

A white light began to pour down like powder in the church at the end of those words.

***

"Yante."

The leader, who had returned to his room, curled up the corner of his mouth as if he were satisfied at the sight of the priest who was greeting him.

"Right. You are even more beautiful today."

The leader's greedy gaze swept her up and down.

Then she lowered her eyes, knelt down, and kissed the leader's instep.

"Khukuk... yes. Yes. My Pamela. I will have to cherish you even more today."

"...Thank you. Yante."

She, who had flinched at the leader's creepy voice, finally raised her gaze and smiled brightly.

"Khukuk... the poison has finally left my Pamela's eyes."

"..."

"Now. How should I cherish you today. Let's see..."

The leader's hand began to stroke her shoulder.

-Knock, knock, knock.

But at the sound of a knock on the door, he frowned and nervously withdrew his hand that had been touching her.

"Who is it?"

"Yante-nim. I have something to tell you."

The voice of the man outside the door trembled at the leader's nervous voice.

"Ahem. Come in."

But the leader, who knew who that man was, waved his hand at her as if he had no choice.

As she got up and left the room, a high-ranking priest wearing a purple sash entered the room.

"Yante."

The leader held out a hand and stopped him as he was about to bow his head and kiss his instep.

"Just say what you have to say and go."

"Yes."

Then the priest, who had straightened his bowed body, opened his mouth with a serious expression.

"The bead has been broken."

"...What?"

The leader's brow furrowed at the man's words.

"While I was chasing the bead, the trace was cut off, and when I went to see... it seemed to have been broken."

"Where? No, and the bead is broken?"

Anger began to appear in the leader's voice.

"Yes. Look."

In the small handkerchief that the man had taken out of his bosom was a powder that was presumed to have been a bead.

"...This!"

The leader clenched his fist as he saw the remnant. It was definitely the remnant of that bead.

"What in the world..."

The bead is broken? That bead was no different from a masterpiece created by combining the magi of young demons and the souls of sacrifices.

And its strength was five, no, ten times stronger than diama, the hardest mineral in existence.

It was a bead that could not be broken by any ordinary magic, but it had returned as powder.

"Where did you find it?"

"I found it in the Rablotan Mountains in the Esna Kingdom.

"Rablotan? Rablotan..."

The Rablotan Mountains. It was one of the huge mountain ranges that crossed the Esna Kingdom, which was adjacent to the Escar Mountains.

"This!!!"

Something flashed through the leader's mind as he was muttering the Rablotan Mountains and thinking deeply.

"A dragon..."

"What do you mean..."

The priest, who was listening to the leader's words, tilted his head as if he didn't understand.

"Get out!!!"

As the leader shouted, the priest quickly left the room.

"...No."

The leader, who had gotten up from his seat, began to pace the room anxiously.

"No, no... he'll never find it."

He, who was muttering to himself, shook his head.

"Even if that's not the case, I have to make it so that he can never find it."

-Flash!

The figure of the leader, who seemed to have made up his mind, disappeared in an instant.

(End of Chapter)