Regressor Instruction Manual (PART 4)

Chapter 718: Alps (3)

A grey warrior chosen by the holy sword...

'Raphael.'

It was a familiar name.

Didn't he also compete hard to be chosen by the holy sword? I'd never talked much about him, but it was a name that made me feel jealous.

There was no other reason. It was because I still couldn't forget the sensation when I first grabbed the sword.

Back then, I couldn't tell the difference between the enormous malice that penetrated my head, the darkness that covered my heart, and the sense of maggots penetrating my skin and digging through my guts...

'I don't want to feel that again.'

How could I not be interested in a warrior who endured hardships that I couldn't endure?

Only then could I understand the window that opened just before entering the room, which I had assumed where the first guest came from.

I didn't ask old-fashioned questions, but perhaps he went into the office first. I thought there had to be a grey warrior on the way. The road wasn't properly visible because of the fog, but the faces of the party members who seemed very nervous stood out.

I was also nervous, but it was because I was well aware that it was a dangerous area.

It was a completely ruined and heavily polluted place.

The deeper I entered the depraved land that hadn't been purified, the more I frowned because of the stench. It was a sensation similar to the one I felt when I was subjected to the test of the holy sword.

Darkness stained with anger and regret, despair and fear, all kinds of negative emotions. I didn't know if it's an appropriate expression, but the feeling of where I was at that moment was like that.

I knew I had to be as silent as possible, but I had no choice but to speak up.

"The Guild Master, is he really alive?"

"Actually..."

"Yes?"

"It's fair to say that the function of his body has completely shut down. He can't breathe, and his heart has completely stopped... Medically, he's completely dead."

"Then..."

"But there's still magic in his body. As you know, in the body of a dead man..."

"Oh, magic can't flow."

"When we first discovered the Guild Master, he didn't have a handful of magic left, but in about three hours... The magic began to flow again. He wasn't breathing, though. The contamination of this land now is..."

"It's because of the magic in the Guild Master."

"..."

She didn't answer, but I saw her nodding. It occurred to me that she probably couldn't judge the current situation accurately either.

Although it had been said that magic was flowing in him, we had no choice but to question what the nature of the power was. We didn't know exactly how big it was, but the range almost covered a city and was decaying it.

The environment had changed. How could I explain such a phenomenon...?

I knew the Guild Master had died of evil, but...

"Are you sure he's alive?"

Even if we could save him, would he still be his previous self? Maybe he had already become a completely different being.

No, was it really beneficial to reach out even if there is a way for him to be saved?

I thought I could see why that was happening secretively. If Benignore and other denominations learned about it, they wouldn't remain silent. Maybe...