Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

I hated dark places.

I hated quiet places too.

So when I died for the fortieth time, I demanded of my nanny:

“Kill me during the day! Kill me loudly!”

The nanny quietly picked up her record sheet.

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Whether thrown off a cliff or tossed to wild beasts.

That thing does not die.

* * *

It happened when I was 18 months old.

“Mage!”

Until I closed my eyes, I could touch that person.

But after I came back to life, I could no longer reach them.

“Remove this monster from my sight immediately!”

After that person, Mother, disappeared, the nanny came to my side.

The nanny with yellow hair and black eyes, unlike Mother, neither smiled nor cried when she looked at me.

All she did was write reports.

“Cannot stay in one place for long. Concentration appears significantly lower than peers, but separately from that, comprehension and application abilities are above genius level…”

The nanny always muttered while writing reports about me.

There were many other humans in this family researching my magic 【Immortality】, but only the nanny wrote reports.

Based on the contents of these reports, my death schedule for the following month was set.

The nanny continued her records.

“Excessively frequent deaths are judged to delay bodily growth…”

That winter, I froze to death.

The nanny wrote this as well:

“Regardless of the method of death, the time it takes to revive is constant.”

When I turned three, I learned how to utilize my innate magical power in detail.

That year, I succeeded in reducing the time it took to revive from half a day to three hours.

But no one was pleased.

“It’s impossible to reduce it any further than this.”

At the Research Director’s declaration, the Lord clicked his tongue.

“Useless.”

“It was a cursed being from the start. Moreover, it cannot be tamed by pain or death. The answer is to isolate it before its thinking develops further.”

“At merely four years old, brainwashing doesn’t work. Ha! Then it might even become harmful to us in the future.”

I looked at them with curious eyes, then glanced at the nanny.

Standing expressionlessly with her eyes cast down, she held nothing in her hands.

No pen, no paper, no object whatsoever to restrain me.

This was the first time since that day when I was 18 months old.

“What to do about this.”

After staring intently at the nanny, I looked at the Lord again.

He was looking at me with an appraising gaze.

Usually it was the look one gives a fine sword, but now he was looking at me like a broken sword.

‘Ah. I understand.’

The nanny writing nothing.

The Underground Research Institute with many researchers having left.

And that look in the Lord’s eyes.

I had an intuition.

That today would be an unfortunate day.

“Immortal No. 1.”

When I hurriedly met his eyes at the sound of my name being called, the Lord declared:

“I took in lowly you because I thought that cursed ability had its uses. Even if cursed, if God uses it, it could become a great weapon.”

At the time, I didn’t understand even half of those words, but later I would know.

The Lord was someone who despised mages.

So he usually couldn’t stand that not just any mage, but a born mage had been born in his family.

Born mages were rare beings mainly born in magical families, referring to mages who possessed one unique magic in addition to elemental magic from birth.

Among mages they were blessed beings, but in holy families like the Lord’s, they were called cursed beings.

Nevertheless, they took me in because my magic was none other than 【Immortality】.

The people of Clofford believed that if they thoroughly trained me and offered me to God, God would bless this family.

There are various ways of offering. Killing the sacrifice to offer it, keeping it alive but erasing its mind to use as a tool, or sending it to die for work God desires.

“But just now, the conclusion came that you cannot be utilized.”

At the time, I didn’t know about such circumstances.

But I could understand that it meant I was useless.

Naturally. I couldn’t be killed, brainwashing didn’t work, and I had no particular abilities other than not dying.

“I’ll give you one last option.”

Just as I was about to become a little dejected, he said to me:

“You will live forever as a sacrifice in the belly of the great serpent in the sacred Imperial Palace. If you dislike that, you must prove yourself useful to this household within a month.”

I heard the Research Director quietly exclaim in admiration about what a merciful Lord he was.

But regardless of that reaction, I was looking at him with wide eyes.

‘Long.’

It was the first time someone had spoken to me at such length.

I barely contained my rising excitement and carefully considered his words.

So either go to the dragon in the Imperial Palace, or prove my usefulness?

“The snake won’t do!”

I hate dark places.

I hated quiet places too.

The snake’s belly was a place that met all those conditions.

I decided to prove myself.

“Prove, I can do it all! How do I do it?”

Would the Lord actually give me an answer?

“You ask the obvious. Hunt mages.”

He did!

I took a deep breath and asked again.

“Hunt? Assassinate?”

“That’s right.”

He seemed frustrated about something and ground his teeth once, then took a long deep breath and continued:

“If it’s not to that extent, there’s no reason to keep a monster like you in this family. Bring back three or more heads within a month. If you don’t, you’ll be presented to His Majesty as dragon food.”

“I’ll show you! I’ll prove it! I am…!”

I’ll prove it, and live with the nanny and researchers as always.

I’ll have long conversations with the Lord again too.

“I’ll do it quickly and come back! I can do it all!”

Without being confined, I’ll live as always with people who watch me and people who record.

I couldn’t even imagine life outside of that place.

It was fortunate.

I thought I was being abandoned, but it turned out to be an opportunity.

“Now that you understand, get lost.”

The Lord issued an order to leave.

The first person to give me a long answer turned his eyes away from me.

I wanted to make him look back, but there was no way.

‘Ah. People only listen to me a little when I’m being loud, right?’

I shouted angrily.

“I learned hunting too! I’m good at it!”

“Why not. Take me with you.”

I screamed until the very moment the door closed as I was dragged out by the Nanny’s hand.

“I can be a good assassin! Nanny knows!”

“I shall withdraw.”

After the door closed, I shouted at the Nanny too.

“I’ll come back when I succeed! Wait for me! I’ll come back quickly, Nanny!”

As always, she couldn’t understand what I was saying.

Still, I hoped she would continue to stay with me.

* * *

After that, I returned to the Underground Research Institute.

The Nanny who had been holding my hand left.

I quietly took in the sight of that vast space with only me remaining.

Probably no one knew better than me what was where in this place.

I clenched tight the hand that the Nanny had been holding and began loudly rummaging through every corner.

While cursing the mages as I had always heard.

“Mages! Damn mages!”

Among all the words I had heard so far, there weren’t many that weren’t related to my abilities.

Every time I came back to life and wandered around the Manor, most of what I heard were screams calling me a monster.

Still, even with just that little information, I could figure out what I needed to do now.

“Cursed mages! Devils!”

The Clofford Family that cursed mages all day long.

Clofford was said to be one of only two sacred families in the Amaransa Empire alongside the imperial family, a very prestigious noble house with a long history.

Though a cursed monster was born into this great family creating an unfortunate situation, the Lord was graciously embracing the monster, personally demonstrating the mercy of one who believes in god.

There were too many words I didn’t know, but since I memorized everything whole, I was able to understand it all later.

There were other words I had memorized.

“A monster that received grace should naturally hunt the most evil devils!”

The devils that were hardest to kill referred to the four magical families in the Borderlands.

The goal was one.

The Lord mentioned one family the most among those four families.

“Ikaros!”

Ikaros of Winter.

It was said to be the family that dealt with the most dangerous ‘winter demons’ among the demons that pushed in every season.

So they were said to be the most arrogant and most barbaric devils, right?

“I’m going to defeat Ikaros!”

I shouted angrily, hoping the Lord would hear, then carefully looked around and waited for a response.

But there was no answer that came back.

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