Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

The change in the expression on 'Dad' 's face was radical. And now I realize that my expectations are a little emotional and distorted.

I didn't expect it to be an inspiring reunion. But when you think calmly - how does it feel to have a son back who should have died the other day?

Besides, his son had died of a strange illness and many years of suffering, and he had not even gone to visit him in the years before he died. I don't hold much resentment for that fact, but they don't know about it.

And the dead in this world are - at times, driven and attacked by deep resentment towards the living.

Suddenly, if a dead son comes to visit in the middle of the night, even the man who keeps the baron's position cannot be sane.

Dad first looked at me peeking out of the dark window and opened his eyes, and suddenly, the next thing I knew, blood caught from his face.

There was no strict man in my mind. I felt a slight fear in that expression, and I felt like I had fallen to my heart.

There was no shock. Maybe the undead body was causing a little degeneration to my spirit. It's not strange that you're blunt on mental shock because you're blunt on pain.

I can tell you Baron Fomet was better off just not screaming in a hurry. I was so calm that I could think about it.

Knocking on the window a few times made it a little cooler, Rudo Fomet came by near the frightening window.

He had a look like he was even having nightmares. He looks at me as I shrink and stick to the window, observes my face seriously, and calls my name with a trembling voice.

"Then it's stupid.................. impossible. Riel, you must be dead."

I feel like I haven't been called in a long time. I haven't had anything to call my name for a while before I died, so it may be the first time in years.

Riel Fomet. That's my first name. And probably a name that will never be used in the future.

As I confirm, Rudo says.

"The mourning was over. Riel... you're dead a year ago"

"... oh, Dad. It's not like you haven't noticed death. Please, it's coming. I want you in."

Even in front of me, I still didn't get feelings of resentment. I guess I should be happy with that.

Maybe because of Cenri. I already have something new and important. [M]

You've restored calm to me that doesn't expose your emotions, and that complexion returns just a little bit.

"Are you... resenting me"

A voice like a low push kill. It showed the anxiety and regret that is in this Father.

I've told you many times, there's no resentment. The period was short, but I was certainly given various things by the man in front of me.

He didn't come to see me, but he never abandoned me without hope of healing.

I never stopped nursing, and he prepared a lot of books if he wanted. Must have cost a lot of extra money among the seven kids.

That's why I can stay calm even after I die. I'm not driven by resentment because I'm not nice, but because that's how he raised me.

And if he stumbled on me... it sounds like someone replaced my body somewhere and sold it out.

Well, it doesn't matter now.

My head was starting to spin to survive.

Don't resent the situation. That's one of my father's teachings.

Think and act before resenting. I find it somewhat difficult to give to a child who has been invaded by an odd disease, less than ten years ago, but this is how he keeps me alive, so I'm going to listen to the elderly.

I look up at the black eyes that look just like the old me with eyes that have turned into bloody red.

"I don't resent you. Dad, if you're scared, you don't have to go in the room, so I want you to listen to me."

"... oh, it's... what a night... you should come in"

My father was still blue, but when I sighed small, he opened the window and invited me in.

§ § §

"... gone, or"

Jumping out the window, he dropped off his son, who disappeared into the darkness, and Rudeau lowered his back to the chair with a sledge.

A strong sense of vanity and fatigue strikes the whole body.

He was a horrible son.

Rudo Fomet's assessment of his son named Riel, will be.

The disease, which developed where it was finally ten or not, took everything from my son.

Unknown cause. A disease that never heals when you use magic or call any famous doctor. Research has not progressed due to the small number of developers, and the developer is debilitated and loses his life within a few years. The exception was - zero.

Purely the name of the disease given by the likeness of the flesh falling toward death - death and soul disease.

No infection and unlikely inheritance. I just had to think I was unlucky. I have also been distressed as to why such misery may befall my son.

But my son didn't say one cry. I couldn't walk right away and there should be pain running all over my body, but I didn't leak a single grudge. Perhaps the inside should have been full of different emotions, but hardly ever put them on the table.

The spirit was strong enough to be praised by the doctor in charge of nursing care.

And yet it didn't take long for that otherwise praiseworthy temperament to creep into view.

Those eyes had never given up before death. When I heard I was going to die, it had been a year, two years, and three years later, I still hadn't died.

I didn't spare any money for long-term care. The Baron Fomet family wasn't particularly wealthy, and it took a lot of money to regularly call a magician from a big city to do restorative magic, but that stuff didn't matter.

I just looked like a monster about my son fighting the disease. And perhaps that was the view not only of Ludo, but of all those who nursed and watched his son for a long time. The doctor, who hailed his living son as a miracle, soon turned his words over. Visiting legs were far away.

It couldn't be. Surrounded by intense signs of death, the anti-lying appearance was nevertheless so tragic and unusual that no one could ever see it.

The emotion Ludo gained first when he heard he was dead was a strong relief.

At last my son was relieved and mourned that he could sleep in peace. I didn't hate my son. I loved him just like all the other children. But the son was too strong to keep having that kind of emotion.

And yet some conspiracy has brought Riel back from death. Now - as a monster of truth.

My son, who had his face peered through the window, was no different from what he had looked like in his lifetime. My body was growing a little, but that's all.

He didn't say a single grudge against Rudo, who couldn't help but be taken as abandoned, and he didn't change his temper of serenity. That's why I clearly see the anomaly.

I meant to mourn you. In Fomet territory - as elsewhere, but unless there are extra reasons, it is customary for the dead to mourn and mourn.

Naturally, so did Ludo. He confirmed with this eye that his son, who was ashed and boned, could be delivered to the grave. But if Riel's words are true - someone must have switched bodies along the way. It's not an impossible story, because I hadn't checked all the way to the point where the body was carried and burned.

It is an outrageous felony. We definitely have to find the bad guy.

But how did you respond to Riel's request before that... put the answer on hold, and in the room where my son left off, Rudo holds his head.

It's a strange fate. It's content that makes people laugh at stupid things if they talk about it, such as being undead while they're no longer remembering it, even though it's not something that rarely happens when they just get invaded by death and soul disease.

Undead, however, said it reflected his lifelong temperament in colour. I've only heard of it in creations such as Resurrection with Remaining Memories, but the obsession with Raw that Riel had was not so unusual as to keep his memory.

And the boy who actually showed up was his son himself.

Even if he dies, Riel is his son. There are things I think about as a parent.

My son's request was never difficult as a matter of content. Although a region, Rudo is a lord. There is no such thing as keeping a safe house, or delivering supplies for living. Even if it's not perfect, you can lay down a mantra.

But the problem is - that the cover-up of the undead is a felony.

The undead is a subject to be purified. Due to the nature of gathering the power of death and becoming dramatically stronger, it is also possible that if left unattended, it will be irrevocable.

If the cover-up turns out, even the nobles are just not sorry. Not to mention, my son already has a tracker.

The first thing Rudo Fomet should consider as the head of the Baron Fomet family is the survival of the house. You can't stop the Fomet family being taken over by their ancestors in contemporary times. On those shoulders lies the fate of the clan.

Troubled overnight, the sun turned up inconclusive.

If you think in common sense, you should contact the Knights of the End immediately.

No matter how many sons the undead are, no one will blame Rudo for contacting them. I might be held pity. What a pity your son is in the hands of a Necromancer.

But that was definitely my son. I once had a fear of that dreadful obsession with raw, but I can tell as one father. That was definitely my own child. My son, who could not save me once, came looking for salvation.

It's stupid. Too risky. But that son must understand that, too. Still, I've been counting on you.

Fulfill it - can you abandon it, put your chest up and say you're a father?

Can I live with my breasts up as a member of the nobility?

After a scorching grip on his deep body, Rudo decided.

Again, I can't leave it in the realm. It's too dangerous.

But I would be able to do so if I were to accommodate the funds and supplies. passive, but that should also help my son.

Later, you just have to pretend you didn't know. It's just not possible, such as the undead taking negotiations to people.

Bad men end those who inhibit the rest of their son's soul by hanging in the baron's name. Buying and selling corpses is a felony, but it is by no means acceptable, especially selling off the corpses of noble sons.

The moment I made the decision and tried to raise my voice to call people, the door opened without a knock.

It was the blackest man with the big black dog who showed up.

"My heart, I guess, Baron Fomet. I thought from the name engraved on the tomb - I didn't know it was an undead to draw precious blood... Geez, is it not just superstition that noble corpses become good material..."

Who is it? How did you get in here!?

Before shouting, the man with the frigid eyes grins deeply.

"Solving Sir's troubles, I'll take care of it. Of course I get paid - I'm Kainushi. This dog is an albatross. He's a bad tracker."