3-06: The Unreasonable Palm III (2/4)

3-06: The Unreasonable Palm III (2/4)

That irritating and cheerful smile of his as he thanked Gulde looked sarcastic to anyone here.

Were he from the church that treated the undead as an act of blasphemy toward the living and was hostile toward him, were this an act of vengeance because Gulde had hurt him in some way, were this an act of justice on his part, then Gulde might have been able to come to terms with it.

Killing an enemy, killing someone you hate, killing someone for committing an unforgivable act These were all understandable motives.

But

The boy just happened to see him.

The boy just happened to be frustrated.

The boy just happened to know a convenient place nearby where he could let loose.

The boy just happened to have an S rank at Skill.

What would lead to Guldes demise was not some normal comprehensible motive but a series of such absurd coincidences.

What is this? Ha, ahh To think Something like this Would

For what reason did he decide to throw himself in the darkness of the forbidden that day?

For what reason did he spend his days researching for 300 years?

For what reason did he keep such a low profile?

The answer to all of that was being given to him now by a calamity seemingly less than 20 years old.

Thats right, Gulde-kun. Youre going to disappear from this world because of a reason like that. Well? How does it feel? To be crushed like a bug by a great power?

He was here today just so he could experience that.

But the voice that mercilessly declared that was for some reason void of warmth despite being seemingly amused.

Indeed, the existence that stood before him was just a child that saw his death as nothing more than him crushing a bug.

Ah, ahh!!!

As a scream-like voice resounded, the swelling of his soul accelerated all at once.

The fear of death, the anger at the irrationality of it all They stirred his heart, and oddly enough, that was enough to break the last of his defenses.

The boy calmly smiled and clapped his hands.

Oh, right. Ive always wanted to say this at least once, but Hey, how how does it fell? How does it feel? Hey, can you tell me how it feels?

With a mercilessly cheerful tone, the boy asked the soul hed driven into despair how it was feeling.

That was an act so cruel and innocent that even Gulde, who turned himself undead out of his mad pursuit of knowledge, was pushed past the critical point.

Ah

The girls gulped.

The boy was standing calmly amidst the wraiths that yet remained.

His black hair was proof that he was an otherworlder, but with his target gone, the amused expression on him vanished, and the way he looked around him so listlessly resembled that of a dead man.

One of his hands dragged the insane princess, while the other dripped with the blood that got onto him when he touched Stella.

It was an appearance more fitting of a king than the lich lord from before.

However

H-Huh?

A change occurred among the wraiths.

The shape of their skulls filled with grudge and hate crumbled, while their spiritual body and equipment scattered into the wind and vanished.

The wraiths are disappearing?

No, something is happening to them from inside!

In the end, what was left behind were the silhouettes of several people.

Humanoids clad in pale light stood there in the same number as there were wraiths before.

It was hard to tell how many of them there were all in all.

They were an empty existence, so it was hard for the living to see them without a special pair of eyes.

However, from their presence, the girls could tell that these were the souls of people, most likely the victims of the lich lord.

Considering how angry those wraiths had been, that must indeed be the case, but

Why do they all look so peaceful?

Though it was hard to see their appearance completely, the expression on them seemed faint.

Just where did all that anger from before go?

So thats how it is.

Head maid!?

Stella seemed to come to an understanding all on her own.

It was curious if the maids were just too preoccupied with the boy, or if the head maid was just that much better at hiding her presence, but regardless, they failed to notice her.

Above all, her outfit and wounds had recovered to the point where she looked her usual self.

His objective must have been the normalization of the souls It was a really roundabout way, though.