Reincarnated Dragon Goes to the Academy!

Chapter 151 : Cursis.

Cursis Lenorm, the captain of the Imperial Knights.

He was practically the only person who knew the reason why the emperor had gone half-mad.

Cursis clearly remembered the day he had been defeated by an unknown man with silver-blue hair.

"Captain, what are your plans for the future?"

He knew of the wariness towards him, who knew all the information after the emperor's death. Not only the central nobles, but also the black organizations that had taken on the dirty work of the imperial family had come to find Cursis.

"It seems the time has come to fulfill my long-held dream."

He answered after thinking for a moment at his subordinate's question.

"Pardon?"

"Didn't I tell you someday? That I wanted to go to the countryside and quietly farm."

Cursis knew well that now was the time to step down. That if he didn't step down now, his own life could be in danger.

"But..."

"Haha. I'm already well past middle age. It's getting hard to even hold a sword. And I haven't even gotten married yet, so I'm thinking of looking for a partner before it's too late."

"Are you serious?"

Cursis quietly nodded his head at that.

In fact, he had only said this and had no intention of actually getting married. On the day he had lost his only younger sister, Cursis had made a vow.

That he would never lose a precious person again.

'To do that, I must not have any precious people.'

Cursis smiled bitterly.

"This is a big problem. If even the captain is gone, I don't know how this situation will unfold..."

"They'll all manage on their own. I want to step down now."

"Yes. If the captain says so, who would stop you? Even if they did, you wouldn't listen anyway."

"Right."

In fact, he had wanted to leave ever since the emperor had lost his mind.

The words of that man, who had asked who he thought was behind his sister's death, would not leave his mind.

But the sense of responsibility given to the position of the captain of the empire's knights had prevented him from leaving.

The emperor's atmosphere and tone of voice, which had strangely changed from a certain day.

Cursis had stayed by the emperor's side and had fulfilled his duty in preparation for any unforeseen circumstances.

"Hah. If the captain leaves, we have no reason to be here anymore either."

"Hey. I may not have a wife and children, but you all do. Are you going to let your wives and children starve to death?"

"I'll just follow the captain and farm. Whatever."

The other subordinates also nodded their heads in agreement.

"No. Then it would look like I'm leading the knights out. My head would fly off before I could even achieve my dream."

Cursis dissuaded them with a realistic reason.

"So you all stay here and protect the empire. I'll just protect my crops."

The subordinates sighed at Cursis's words.

"So where are you planning to go?"

Cursis, who had been pondering for a moment, opened his mouth.

"Sitata."

***

Arriving in Sitata, Cursis took a deep breath.

"Amazing."

The barren Sitata he had seen in the old days was no more.

The new Sitata, which the Rodrigo County had revived with the manastone mine, had become a small city lined with stylish buildings.

"Come and see! We have fresh vegetables that we grew ourselves!"

The shouts of the merchants added vitality to the shopping district, and the faces of the passing people were bright.

"Good."

This place was enough to start a second life.

Since it was a place that even the imperial family couldn't easily touch, it seemed that no one would care even if he farmed here.

Cursis stopped by a real estate office run by Gold Nine and found a cozy house with a small yard.

Although it was a little far from the shopping district, it was a beautiful house with a forest path behind it. Besides, since there were no other people living nearby, it seemed perfect for spending the rest of his life alone.

'Should I buy seeds?'

In fact, he knew nothing about farming.

'No, should I buy farming tools first?'

Cursis wandered around the shopping district, peeking in here and there.

'Ah. Should I have lunch?'

Then Cursis's eyes stopped at a small restaurant. Smelling the food, he now remembered that he hadn't eaten anything all day.

-Tinkle.

As Cursis opened the restaurant door and entered, a small bell sound announced his visit.

"Welcome!"

At the energetic voice of the employee, Cursis smiled once and then found a suitable seat.

"What would you like to have?"

"Is there a recommended menu?"

Looking at the menu, it was difficult to decide with so many options.

"Our blue deer meat with baguette is excellent. If you don't dislike meat, it will be a choice you won't regret!"

Cursis immediately nodded his head at the employee's refreshing menu recommendation.

"I'll have that."

"Yes! Understood."

A smile appeared on Cursis's lips as he watched the back of the employee who had disappeared with energetic steps.

'A good start.'

He had found a good house on his first day in Sitata, and he had also discovered a decent restaurant, so he was in a good mood.

"Huh? Isn't that the young lady of Rodrigo?"

"That's right."

At the people's words, Cursis's gaze naturally turned to the window.

'Ah.'

Looking out the window, he saw a girl who still looked young passing by on the street with short steps.

'No escort?'

Even though she was the young lady of a count's family, the sight of her passing by without an escort or a servant was somehow awkward.

"She's in the advanced class, right?"

"Right. To be in the advanced class at that age, she's a prodigy. A prodigy."

"That's what I'm saying. The Rodrigo family has produced two mages."

Only then did it make sense.

'Ah. So that's why there was no escort.'

If she was attending the advanced class of the magic academy as they said, she would be able to easily protect herself.

"Here! Your meal is here."

Just then, the food arrived, and Cursis turned his gaze.

***

Inside the splendid banquet hall. It was a festive atmosphere.

Horns of different sizes protruded from the foreheads of those with ashen skin.

"His Majesty, Yastan, is arriving!"

A demon standing at the head of the table shouted in a loud voice, and everyone's gaze turned to that place.

Then, seeing the king who appeared there, the demons began to cheer loudly.

"The king has returned!!!"

"His Majesty, Yastan, has returned!"

Black hair that came down to his waist. The horns that protruded larger than anyone else's exuded the king's majesty.

As he slowly descended the stairs and raised his eyes that had been looking down, a red light flashed.

"You have all worked hard."

The cheers stopped.

"We have returned. Without forgetting the pitiful descendants we left behind on this land."

His low voice echoed through the banquet hall.

"I want to apologize to you all once again in this place. For the foolish mistake I made a thousand years ago."

His calm eyes scanned his people.

"But I swear in this place. That I will never make such a foolish mistake again."

As he bowed his head briefly, the eyes of the demons watching him were filled with respect.

"We were driven out, and we fled. We fled, abandoning our pitiful descendants. They lived hiding in forests where even the light did not reach well, and they resented us."

Yastan raised one hand and thumped his chest.

"I was resentful and angry. I hated my foolish self who had been deceived by humans, and I felt endlessly sorry and guilty towards you all who followed me as your king. However."

Yastan took a step down from the head of the table.

"We will not retreat any further."

Another step.

"We will mercilessly punish the humans who deceived us."

Another step.

"And we will save the pitiful races who were persecuted by humans."

He stopped.

"And we will take revenge on the arrogant and lofty dragons who drove us out."

At that, the quiet hall was filled with a roar of cheers like thunder.

***

"Now, everyone, this way."

Small huts built on a wide meadow.

The warm smoke rising from within them drew people in.

"Thank you, Father."

People lined up, received their share of food, and expressed their gratitude.

"Lord Yante will not abandon you."

As the man who was ladling out the stew spoke in a warm voice, the people said in a unified voice.

"Reniento."

"We believe. Reniento."

"We believe that Lord Yante will be resurrected once again."

They were all vagrants with nowhere to go.

After the Gold Dragon's attack, the Resurrection Cult had scattered.

Many of the followers had also stopped coming, as they were afraid to bear the wrath of the dragon, which was called a disaster, and for a while, the Resurrection Cult was called a heresy and was even pointed at.

But the many good deeds they had accumulated were keeping the lifeline of the Resurrection Cult going.

They hid in forests and on islands, spreading their doctrine, and were returning the wealth they had gathered to the people.

Therefore, the followers who had left also began to gather again, and they began to hold services in secret, away from the eyes of others.

"Fierente-nim."

A lower-ranking priest, now wearing a blue ribbon on his plain clothes instead of a priest's robe, approached the high-ranking priest wearing a purple ribbon.

"Ah, yes. Bote-nim."

"The hut repairs you mentioned earlier are all finished."

"You have worked very hard. The other Bote-nims should also have their meals."

The high-ranking priest frowned as if worried.

"Haha. We are fine. Since everyone is so full of faith, we are full even without eating."

At that, the lower-ranking priest smiled faintly and patted his stomach.

"We are all people who are full in this great blessing. But you must have your meals."

The believers who were listening to their affectionate words gathered in groups of three and five and began to scoop out a spoonful of stew from their bowls.

"Yente-nims! You don't have to do that."

"No. We can't be the only ones who are full."

"That's right. If it weren't for the priests, we would be as good as dead."

"We don't know what a great blessing and honor it is to have met the priests like this."

Five bowls of stew, gathered by the believers scooping out a spoonful each, were placed in front of the priests.

"Thank you all so much."

At that, the high-ranking priest put his hands together and bowed his head low.

"It is a great joy to be with you all."

"Reniento."

It was when the high-ranking priest, who had received the bowl of stew, smiled brightly and picked up his spoon.

"Fierente-nim!"

A man wearing a red ribbon came running from a distance.

"What is it? Eddie Erenta-nim."

"A fire, I think there's a fire! Look over there!"

When he pointed, smoke was rising from a distance.

"Oh dear."

This was a meadow. At this rate, the flames would ride the wind and engulf this place in an instant.

"Everyone, stay here."

He put down the bowl of stew and said to the people.

"No! Even if it looks far, it will engulf this place in an instant. Everyone has to evacuate!"

Another priest grabbed the arm of him who was running out.

"It's alright."

But he left behind the words that it was alright and ran out like an arrow.

"Oh my. What if something happens to Fierente-nim...!"

The people left behind stomped their feet as they watched his back.

"What is it?"

Just then, another priest came running, out of breath.

"There's a fire over there. But Fierente-nim just ran towards the flames."

The priest's eyes widened at those words.

"Stun Fierente-nim?"

At that, the believers all nodded their heads.

"Oh no!"

The priest began to run after Stun.

[End of Chapter]