Chapter 1. Prologue
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[Additional reward had been granted.]
[Title – The One Who Remembers]
– A history that would have been forgotten has been recorded again.
[Acquired “Skill: Hero’s Second Coming” by gaining the title.]
[Hero’s Second Coming]
– Collected names: 1
– 《Siewellin, the Saint who sacrificed herself》
[Only those who have regained their name will gladly join you.]
Do-joon blinked. He would have never imagined this kind of reward.
‘Being able to join… … . Does that mean I can summon them?’
He called Siewellin’s name half-confidently.
Then he felt something touching his heart. It resembled mana, but it was definitely not mana.
Something soon escaped his body and began to rummage through the store. The swirling wind began to gather as it shone.
Do-joon looked at the group of lights with a surprise.
She, who was reduced into a fine powder just a while ago, appeared before him.
“… Didn’t you reach Nirvana?”
At Do-joon’s words, Siewellin smiled in embarrassment.
He also had a somewhat ridiculous expression on his face. Do-joon never thought that he could meet again with her so soon, no, in the first place.
A pure white robe embroidered with gold thread, and a bright white lily bloomed in her right eye.
So far, it was the same as before, but one thing was different. Her hair color was glossy black.
‘A summoning skill?’
He wasn’t sure. Do-joon frowned and got lost in thought. He had heard of many summoners summoning divine beasts and spirits. There were also some hunters who were famous for their summoning skills.
However, there was never a person summoned. Did he get hit in the first place? Wasn’t she a ghoul?
‘Then what is it? Did I become a Necromancer?’
However, she seemed too human to be a ghoul. Even though she doesn’t have her right eye, at first glance. It just looks like she’s just wearing an eye patch with flowers.
He thought about it, but no answer came to mind. Above all, there was too little information.
“What is it supposed to mean?”
Do-joon mutters out of frustration. But she just stared at him from afar, blankly.
At that time, Do-joon’s head reminded him of her condition when she reached her last sacrament. Come to think of it, he couldn’t say it then.
He asked, just in case.
“Can’t you tell me?”
Siewellin nodded her head. Her eyes, too, seemed to be in the same state as when she became ash and disappeared. He doesn’t know why her hair turned black.
As he thought that she couldn’t speak, Do-joon decided to ask questions that could be answered with yes or no.
“I got the title ‘the one who remembers’. Do you know what it is?”
“You don’t know either?”
“Then you don’t know why you suddenly came out?”
At that time, a certain thought passed through Do-joon’s mind. It was her thoughtfulness, not her own.
“… … Are you here to repay your favor?”
She nodded harder than before.
It was a mysterious feeling. Even though she couldn’t speak, he could feel strangely what she was thinking.
‘They say that summoners are connected to their summons.’
Was it similar to that?
He was curious, but unfortunately, there was no one to ask. None of his acquaintances had a Hunter with summoning skills.
‘Ummm… … .’
Do-joon has organized the information so far.
First, the saint Siewellin, who was a human, died. After that, I’m not sure if it was the curse of the Undead Forces or not (the memory of that part was blacked out, so he couldn’t see it), but she was reborn as a ghoul.
However, she, the ghoul also died. It disappeared into ashes after being hit by a sacred beam or something.
So then, who was in front of him now?
‘Is it a ghost?’
Do-joon looked at her body. First of all, the body was not translucent or distorted.
In addition, she was not particularly floating in the air, and she was stepping on the floor properly. When he asked her to sit down while taking the chair out, she sat down well. She doesn’t even seem to pass through things or anything like that.
‘I don’t think she is a ghost.’
Next, it seemed to be necessary to check whether she was a ghoul or not. Do-joon took out the axe that had the holy attribute option embedded from his inventory.
He carefully pushed the axe.
It was struck to be a bag, but even though the weapon was heading for her, Siewellin only stared at him. As if she trusted Do-joon more than anyone else.
‘If it was a ghoul, it would start burning the moment it touched it.’
Since it was Do-joon who saw her memories, he couldn’t help but feel guilty about it.
However, it was inevitable to not to check. With his eyes frowned, he gently placed the holy-attributed axe on her finger.
The result was.
‘……There’s no response.’
It means that she was not even a ghoul.
“The remaining clue is…….’
He seemed to have done everything he could do right now. The remaining clue was that this was like a summoning skill.
Just in case, Do-joon took out his cell phone and looked for a list of summoning skills known to the public.
However, there was no skill to summon people like this. The name of the Hero’s Second Coming did not exist either.
Wouldn’t it be too much to guess that this was also a phenomenon that appears only to oneself, such as copying skills and the existence of labyrinths?
“Whew… … .”
Do-joon sighed and stood up. I needed some time to organize my thoughts.
On one side, he began to make two cups of coffee. Siewellin remained still and looked around the store.
Moments later, he handed Siewellin a cup.
“It’s coffee, it’s like tea.”
Siewellin nodded and took a sip. However, she frowned to the fullest. It seemed that it was a little too bitter for her taste.
Do-joon smiled involuntarily and added some sugar. Only then was she satisfied, holding the cup with both hands like a hamster and drinking it.
The atmosphere became a little calmer, only the smell of bitter coffee lingered in his mouth. Do-joon was suddenly lost in thought.
It seemed to be a summon, but she was still a person no matter what. It would be the same both from one’s own point of view and from someone else’s point of view.
If so, it will be necessary for her to adapt to modern society.
“Siewellin, let’s go out for a second.”
For Do-joon, there was something that took priority above all else.
She tilted her head, as if to question where they were going.
Then, with a hard face, he said.
“There is someone I want you to see.”
* * *
After putting Siewellin in the passenger seat, Do-joon’s vehicle glided smoothly.
Eventually they arrived at a hospital.
The place where So-eun was hospitalized.
“Do-joon, you are here? Huh? And the person next to you… … .”
On his way to the hospital room, he encountered Jeong Da-jeong, the nurse who takes care of So-eun. When she saw Siewellin, she opened her eyes wide and asked.
‘Who is she?’
At first glance, she couldn’t guess her relationship with Do-joon at all. There was quite a difference in age, and there was no resemblance.
And more than anything, clothes.
She was wearing a white robe that could be worn in a foreign church or cathedral, and an eye patch on her right eye. A gorgeous girl with an oversized flower.
It was not that they don’t match, but it was quite noticeable to call it just an accessory.
“She is my nephew.”
Do-joon spoke. It was only after they had talked about it in the car that they decided to introduce themselves that way.
Considering what could happen in the future, it would be convenient to call her a relative.
“Your nephew? Didn’t you say you don’t have any relatives?”
“It’s not that I don’t have any relatives at all, but I just lost contact with all of them. But a few days ago, she came to make a visit.”
A situation too complicated to even pretend.
Fortunately, Jeong Da-jeong did not ask any more questions.
“How about So-eun? Is she awake?”
“No, she just fell asleep. Would you like to go see her?”
“Yes, I guess so.”
Jeong Da-jeong bowed her head and left. Do-joon and Siewellin remained in the hallway, walking side by side to So-eun’s room.
He opened the door carefully so that the child would not wake up. He could hear So-eun’s quiet breathing through his sharp sense of hearing.
When he got closer, he noticed that she slept without a care. Fortunately, it seems that he did not wake her up with the sound of the door.
As if to ask who she was, Siewellin tilted her head at Do-joon and he answered with a stern expression on his face.
“She’s my daughter.”
Siewellin’s eyes seemed to widen at the word daughter.
Do-joon looked at her and asked.
“Can you possibly cure her illness?”
In a tone of hope.
In the memories that Do-joon saw, her ability was great. Not only did she regenerate wounds, but she also showed signs of neutralizing the poison of the undead and healing diseases.
So he had high expectations from her. He wondered if she could cure So-eun’s illness.
Siewellin looked stiff for a moment and nodded. Then she gently grabbed So-eun’s hand.
She held the child’s hands with both hands and closed her eyes as if praying.
Soon, a light shining like a star appeared on So-eun’s body. The group of lights that was clearly visible in the dark hospital room felt very mysterious.
Do-joon looked at it with his breathless breath. The noble and sacred atmosphere that he felt even in the basement of the temple that day filled the room.
After a while.
After the prayer, Siewellin opened her eyes.
“… … What do you think?”
Do-joon tried hard to hide his beating chest and asked. But Siewellin shook her head with a sagging face.
Do-joon looked at the child using insight, but.
– Ninth Yin Pulse
Nothing has changed.
Expectations have subsided. The pounding heart became quiet as if it had never been.
Soon, he felt Siewellin’s gloomy thoughts and was able to grasp the rough situation.
‘You can temporarily make the condition good, but you can’t fix it.….’
In the past, she was able to cure diseases because the sick person’s physical strength and self-healing ability were amplified so that the body could overcome the disease directly.
The cause was clear, and diseases that cannot be overcome by self-healing cannot be treated with divine power.
“I see… … .”
In fact, Do-joon had also guessed this result.
There have been quite a few times when So-eun received healing from support hunters with healing skills. He paid a lot of money to get it, but none of it worked.
Healing skills could attach a severed arm to the body, but it could not heal disease.
‘I tried anyway.’
He was just wondering. Since, Siewellin wasn’t like them. Unlike hunters who simply awakened their skills, she was a saint who developed her abilities by communicating with God herself.
And she wasn’t an ordinary person.
‘I have no choice but to find medicine.’
Do-joon clenched his teeth with a calm look. Was it because the hope that suddenly began to shine subsided immediately? Suddenly, he began to feel nauseous.
He lowered his head with a stiff look. Siewellin patted his back to comfort him.
In the dark hospital room, Do-joon opened his mouth quietly.
“Did I summon you?”
She nodded with an expression as if she knew that he was asking for something again.
“Then can I order you to do just one thing?”
Do-joon raised his head and looked at her with firm eyes.
“Protect my daughter. No matter what happens, no matter who tries to harm her, do your best to stop it. If a situation comes where you can only save me or my daughter, then don’t worry. I want you to save my daughter.”
As if a little surprised by his strong tone, Siewellin’s eyes widened slightly.
Do-joon felt that the thoughts connected with her were getting thicker for a moment. He doesn’t know exactly what that phenomenon is. But he felt it vaguely.
The fact that she accepted his order properly.
Siewellin nodded with a slightly sad expression. Then she drew a circle in the air.
Then a group of white lights sparkled.
The silver mirror, which had disappeared with her, appeared in the air.
She gently puts the mirror on So-eun’s chest. And then.
[Siewellin, the Saint who sacrificed herself, wants to transfer her holy grail to others. Do you allow it?]
[YES / NO]
A message window that had never been seen before appeared in front of Do-joon’s eyes.
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