I’m Not Coming Back to Earth With a Girl Like You

18 – #018 Even gangsters don’t mess around in Sanggat’s house

The main job of an undertaker is to soothe the souls of dead warriors, but it is understood in a slightly different way by the people of this world.

-The goddess entrusted Undertaker with the job of an undertaker.

-A funeral with divine power? Oh my God, then at least I won’t be constantly tormented by the demons’ souls after I die.

-He is a warrior directly appointed by the Goddess to honor the souls of those left behind and the dead. Set an example

Just as a priest comes to a Christian funeral and conducts the funeral, I, as the mortician directly appointed by the Goddess, took care of the deaths of not only the warriors but also many others.

It is not simply a religious meaning.

In fact, the corpse I supervised the funeral received eternal rest.

-Undertaker does not become undead after a funeral!

The corpse I buried was not affected by the Dark Magic of the Demon King.

The Demon King’s army did not choose any means and methods, such as manipulating dead human bodies and using them as bombs or meat shields, and attacked people with high-ranking undeads such as Death Knights and Liches, using the strongest of the world as undead.

If the ‘priest’ type divine wizards send them back to the earth with magic such as turn undead.

I was the one who made sure that the body was completely immune from the demon lord’s army, so that the body would not be affected by black magic and the soul would not be manipulated.

If divine mages are the cure for the battle against black magic, then I am a kind of ‘vaccine’.

Of course, the vaccine has lost its usefulness in that it targets the dead, not the living, but I always go and hold a funeral for the dead.

It is still the same now.

“My comrade, my brother, and my teacher. I want to comfort the soul of the hero who saved the world, Elf El Draka.”

In the middle of the altar the elves had made, I got down on one knee and prayed in front of the bow that El Draka used when he was a child.

“Spirits, Goddess. Please protect his soul from being violated by evil. May his soul rest in peace and return to Mother Nature.”

There is no need for special rhetoric.

“Goodbye, comrade.”

I just hold a funeral with sincerity.

Is it an illusion?

It felt like a cool breeze was blowing and tapping my shoulder.

I felt as if I could feel a hand on one side that was always tapping on my shoulder from both sides, too familiar to be called the wind of nature.

“Ah…”

Did the Queen and the Crown Princess feel that?

The two swallowed tears as they left as if they were passing by.

Other elves also paid tribute to the hero with their eyes closed.

“…He was a good son, an excellent hunter, and a true guardian of the forest.”

The queen placed the garland upon her own head upon her altar.

“That day. You cried out to avenge your father. I vehemently objected and tried to stop you. But you left with this wreath by my bedside. That was the last gift you gave me. Was.”

The hand of the queen as she places her crown trembles.

“It is said that elves live longer than humans, but even so, where is the case that their children leave first like this? El Draka. I earnestly hoped and hoped for it.”

The Queen stayed still for a while with her eyes closed.

“…Now I will let you go. As a hero who saved the world, I will live with pride as the mother of the hero El Draka. So you too… May you rest in peace there.”

Always.

I’m used to death, but I can’t get used to this.

Everything is over when the dead die, but those who remain must overcome their deaths.

Everything is empty and frustrating, but as long as we are alive, we must continue to live.

Because the dead don’t come back.

“Elphidia. It’s your turn.”

“…….”

“Elphidia.”

“……Yes.”

Elphidia, Guardian of the Forest, laid down her own bow before her altar.

“…To be honest, I don’t know what to say in front of this. Well, things like this don’t suit me very well. Should I say it doesn’t suit me or, to be honest, I still don’t get it.”

Elphidia hesitated and ran her hand across her altar.

“If I wake up right now, I think you’ll come in through the window and say, ‘I’ve been waiting for you,’ but I still don’t know. I don’t know if I should be happy that I saved the elves or the world, just like you said. Can’t do it.”

Elphidia didn’t shed a tear.

Compared to the mother who lost her son, she was so calm that it gave me goosebumps.

I have already cried so much that I have no more tears to shed.

The tear ducts that had filled the lake burst open as the embankment of emotions broke with wailing, and the last drop of tears flowed out, and no more tears came out.

You shouldn’t think like this, but I’m a little envious.

Who can cry like that for me when I die?

Will there be anyone who will hold me in their hearts and bury me for the rest of my life after I die?

– Son. Are you listening

– Mom and Dad… Believe that their son will definitely come back.

…There is.

Because of that, I have to go back to Earth.

Even if they think I’m dead, even if the two years in this world flowed the same way on the real Earth, even if they already buried me deep in their hearts.

Because it would be much better to go back alive than to live dead for the rest of your life.

Even if my family is ruined because of me, even if I ask why you came back now, even if you complain that my family was ruined because of you.

Or, even if the time in this world is nothing more than a one-night dream in reality.

There are people I want to meet again.

Therefore, I must return to Earth.

It is necessary to convey how the motives of countless warriors who fought to return to Earth from this world died fighting irrationality.

Even if you get scolded for why you came back alive ‘alone’.

“Thank you, Undertaker. Thanks to you… I think I can put my mind at ease.”

“No. It was the right thing to do.”

“Are you going somewhere else?”

“Yes.”

Those who fought together were not alone.

“Before I leave this world, I will go wherever I can as far as I can. Starting from the nearest place. Going closest to where I need to go.”

“I won’t be upset if I’m late, or anything like that. Everyone will understand Sir Undertaker if they know what’s going on with Sir Undertaker.”

“I hope so. …Then goodbye now.”

The funeral is over.

All I have to do is done, and the rest is for the elves to comfort the prince’s soul.

“Thank you very much. Fifty-four days here. It was the first time since I left the temple that I had such a comfortable rest while being chased.”

“Come anytime. You are my son’s best friend and comrade-in-arms. You are human in body, but we will welcome you as an elf.”

“Thank you very much. Then.”

After bowing deeply toward the elves, I lifted up another teleport scroll I had prepared.

“If you ever ask me where I’ve disappeared, please tell me I’ve gone to the far south.”

“I’ll hide it.”

“No. Just say it. I don’t want to be a trollian. So, bye.”

Woowook Boo.

Torn the scroll.

I feel the mana flowing from the scroll with my whole body and close my eyes-

“……?”

I tried to escape to a new place by winding it up, but it is still an altar.

“…Is this?”

Far away.

The guardians of the forest guarding the outskirts blew their horns.

Birds fluttered into the sky as if they were running away from humans.

“Should I say it’s faster than I thought, or should I say it’s late? It looks like we’ve spread a barrier over the entire forest.”

The queen smiled as if she knew it.

“To think that even the heroes who protected humanity are trying to use them for their own pleasure. As expected, humans are garbage. Oh, of course I am not talking about Lord Undertaker.”

“I also think humans are garbage. He wants to quit being human.”

“If you ever get a chance to reincarnate, please be born as an elf. Oh, how about being born as my son? Or Elphidia’s son.”

“…That’s a bit.”

Could it be an elf-style joke?

The Queen and the Crown Princess laughed, and the other elves also laughed lightly and raised their weapons.

“Queen! Sir Undertaker! I have a report! About 2,000 humans have formed a siege on the outskirts of the forest! About 100 knight-level forces! The rest are probably… Made up of slave traders! “

“Tsk. As expected.”

The Queen smirked with a cold smile.

“Lord Undertaker. Look. Whether Lord Undertaker came here or not, they were going to enslave us. So don’t feel pressured. It’s not that you acted like a trollian, it’s that humans are scum. Because that’s what it is.”

“I will fight alongside you, my queen.”

“No. You go your own way. We will open the way.”

The queen lifted the bow of Eldraka, her son, placed upon her altar.

“I will use the spirit magic of the elves to get you out of this forest. And the elves will run away with their own power, so don’t worry. The elves will.”

Flutter.

As the wind blew, the elves spread out in an instant, each holding a weapon.

“Never lose in the woods.”