Ice Sword Mage Unites the World - The Boy, the world's most powerful magician, enrolls in the School of Magic

"Phew..."

Take a breather in bed.

Already Evi seems to have fallen asleep and I can hear her sleep slightly.

I was looking back at the cultural festival in this darkness.

Generally speaking, you can call it success on the first day. Maid coffee flourished considerably. Plus, I'm proud to say I was able to play my part as Lily well enough.

But Amelia is right, we must not be alarmed yet. Instead, I firmly tell myself that this is the real thing to come.

……

I have no concerns about what happened in my class.

If there is, it's still about Senior Rebecca. Things seem to be going better these days than before. Still, from time to time, I didn't miss the shade on my face.

When the two of us were still looking around today, they looked normal.

But I'm sure that's because I'm acting normal...

And I fall asleep thinking about the future.

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"Ray. Ray, what's up?

"Master...?

Dreams.

I was dreaming.

I can clearly tell that this is a dream. It's been a long time since I've remembered the past like this.

"It's unusual for you to take a nap."

"Yes. Are you tired"

Was this, indeed... before the Far East battle became full-scale? Now it seems like a long time ago to remember this memory.

"Phew..."

"Is it alcohol again? The colonel will piss you off. And Carol's so loud."

"Silly. You. I just want to say that I can't do it without drinking... right. Let's not do this today."

The master stops drinking alcohol and stares at the sky through the window instead. Keep your body behind the chair and just look ahead.

"Funeral."

"... Yes"

"Tomorrow."

"... ok"

"Then it's good. I'll sleep a little."

"Yes."

That's what the master said, heading to the bedroom.

The funeral she said, is the funeral of a fellow trooper. In a recent operation, I scattered that life on the battlefield...... the funeral of a fellow man.

I've never been to a funeral before. I could not mourn the people I lost in the village. I don't even know what's going on with my parents anymore. I just know that you're dead.

And I've met my master, and I've met a number of adults.

They were all sweet people.

Still, some people died on the battlefield. We were together until yesterday, and we talked so amicably, and he's gone.

I wonder why. How could I lose it again?

That's how the next day came. Funeral day came.

Dressed in mourning, line up in church. Unfortunately, it was raining today. It's dusty too. I'm sure this is the manifestation of our crying.

……

The funeral began.

Put the flowers on him in the coffin. I don't know the name of this flower, but it was a very beautiful flower. I remember a round of flowers blooming on the battlefield.

And lots of bright white flowers are placed on his body.

I hear tears and whimpering.

Second, I look up at the master standing next to me. The master was just staring lightly at his body.

He's just asleep, and he's going to get up again. So much so that I thought so, he had a beautiful face.

As usual, he was going to play cards games like poker with me. But I'll never do that again. He's already dead.

I left my tears on the battlefield. The parting has been done on the battlefield.

I'm the only one who's seen his end.

I've already heard that word.

"Ray... you live. I'll watch you grow at the end of the sky first. You're a master, Ray. I was really happy to see you. Thanks, Ray."

When I heard the words, I even kept crying.

It was just sad. Why should he die? I don't know why, I don't know why... but there's no answer. Because there's no point there.

I will never come back.

That fact is all that's left.

Again, I learned the ruthlessness of the battlefield.

"Ugh... Ugh... Gu... Ugh..."

Carol is crying all the time next door. I'm usually in good shape, but Carol was thick on emotion. When my people die, I weep more than anyone else.

And burial.

It rains. It's like even a bucket flipped, dusty.

In the meantime, the master and Mr. Abby did not give an umbrella. It strikes me by this intense rain, as if I were still thinking of something.

I'm by the crying Carol, stroking her back. Now somehow, I thought this should be the case. Because this is all I can do right now.

……

Retreat the umbrella and look up into the sky.

Cloudy weather. Zero keeps falling, rain.

Once again, I carve the ugliness of this world into my heart.

A man is something that one day will die. Someday, I'm sure, absolutely. I guess that's why I'm going to continue to touch so many deaths.

With that in mind, I was burning in my heart the way he was to be buried.

Memories of him continue to linger in my heart.

And that carelessness, I carry it. Because my master taught me that that death would not be in vain by doing so.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Did Carol calm down or she was leaking less whimpering? And their gaze crosses each other. From Carol's eyes, tears overflowing endlessly.

I confront her like that.

"Ray...... thank you"

"No. Nothing... fine"

"Ray, don't be gone."

"... yeah"

I get a hug from Carol. I'll take it. Already, I let go of my umbrella.

And when I leave Carol, I head to my master and Mr. Abby.

We were both silent.

But when I looked closely, I was just quietly weeping.

It is washed away by dusty rain. But no doubt...... the two of them were in tears.

That's right.

Everyone does.

Sad.

If you lose someone you care about, it's sad.

My heart hurts. Ouch. Ever. It erodes the mind, like a chronic disease. With that on our backs, we must continue to move forward.

I'll turn around. I know this is a dream. But somehow I felt my gaze from behind.

"Mr. Ray......?

There he was, Senior Rebecca. He's wearing a college uniform, as usual, and he stares at this one with a glimpse. My appearance was also what it is now, not as a young one.

heterogeneous beings that have entered this world.

Me and Senior Rebecca shared this dream world.

"Rebecca, seniors? Why are you here? No, this is supposed to be a dream..."

"Mr. Ray. Who the hell are you?

……

This is a dream.

I don't have an in-laws to answer, and the conversation is being established, and my brain is just doing it on its own. But I decided to answer honestly.

I shrugged, getting hit by a good amount of rain.

"Senior, I..."

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"... a dream, is it?

I woke up.

My body was sweating amazingly. At the same time, a liquid that flows twofold from the right eye. That's not a tear. It was blood.

Blood flowing.

Wipe it and I'll head to the bathroom.

Rinse off the blood attached to your hands and check your own eyes. Apparently the blood has stopped already, and there is no pain.

But how does that dream get past your brain?

Dreams that are too vivid.

Dreams, in themselves, are not unusual. Especially at the moment of my buddy's death and the funeral I often dream of. Shortly after the Far East battle, it was terrible.

The problem was, he was the last senior I met.

In those days, I haven't seen Senior Rebecca. Besides, the senior figure remained the same as it is now.

A strangely realistic dream.

I didn't think it was just a dream.

Looking outside, it was already time for the morning sun to plug in.

Thus the second day of the Cultural Festival was about to come up with a curtain.