It took me a long time to realize that, at least with the current version of the New Book of the Dead, there is no way to undo the tragedy.

What I longed for was nothing but a fantasy.

I am sober and relieved.

I intend to destroy the New Book of the Dead.

But I never expected that the Mad King's legacy had already been noticed by a group of people long ago.

They used war shackles to pull me into another dimension.

There, I smelled a familiar stench.

It was those bastards from Rudelson! I was so angry that I started a fight with them.

Although I succeeded in killing dozens of enemies, I was still fatally wounded.

The body has reached its limit.

I suddenly thought.

I can finally be free and go see her.

My inhuman body and identity that was difficult to be accepted by outsiders made me give up hope of living after I lost her.

Just as those people began to transform me into a living dead, I seemed to see her figure in a trance.

She ran towards me and hugged me tightly even though I was covered in wounds.

I knew it was an illusion before I died, but when the familiar warmth came over me, long-lost memories were evoked bit by bit.

The huge amount of self-blame that suddenly surged up in me almost broke me down.

"I'm really sorry that I didn't have time to save you at that time."

"……I miss you so much."

Tears welled up in my eyes. At this moment, I was no longer a cold-blooded killing machine, but a poor person who longed to be loved.

"It's not bad to see you before I die."

She hugged me gently and said, "I have always protected Mr. Roger!"

I whispered, "I was so lucky to have saved you back then."

Looking at that angelic smile, I felt as if I had been redeemed at that moment.

"So, Mr. Roger, please don't blame yourself, and do it on my behalf..."

"Use these hands to protect those you need to protect!"

"Just like you protected me back then."

"You must live well, Mr. Roger."

As her figure gradually faded, I heard the conversation of the people in Rudelson's organization.

…

"How about chopping him into pieces and then reviving him?"

"Don't make trouble, what if it affects his fighting ability?"

"Then find a way to turn his daughter into a living dead as well!"

…

Suddenly.

I feel like I've never been more conscious.

My wife is really making a perverse request for me to live alone !

Then I'll end this and see you later...

Even if...

Turn back into that monster that is neither human nor ghost!

A bunch of idiots.

The living dead borrow the power of the shadow plane.

The Shadow Underworld is also part of the shadow! A heart-wrenching voice sounded.

My body was cracked inch by inch, revealing my pale skin.

It also reveals a beast-like posture.

"Lud! De! Er! Sen!"

"I will kill you all! Destroy the Grimoire! And then! Survive!"

The monster is crying.

The horrible face beneath the human skin was exposed.

Also exposed was the long-broken heart.

When I woke up again, I was bathed in the dark sun again.

I heard the Emperor sigh: "You don't have much time left. Is there anything else you want to do?"

I asked the Emperor, "How much time do I have?"

"The power of the Fallen Shadow has eroded you again. If you get rid of this power, you should be able to live a few more years, Rogge. You still have a daughter."

I shook my head.

I couldn't help but think back to the first half of my life.

The pain of not protecting his wife and the guilt of not guarding his daughter and family are intertwined.

I said, "She must have become an excellent guard."

The Emperor replied: "Of course, it is incomparably outstanding."

Looking back on my life, what I have left is mostly regret and pain.

But at this moment, I smiled.

"Of course, she's my daughter!"

"So how do you choose?"

"Your Majesty, if you don't get rid of the power of the Fallen Shadow, how long can I last?"

“The time may be cut in half.”

I let out a long breath:

"Then wait for a while. When I finish my job as a teacher, I will return to the Shadowless Underworld with this regret and self-blame."

"The New Book of the Dead incident was caused by me, so let me do my final job."

"The power of the Fallen Shadow will respond to the most sincere request from the bottom of my heart, even if it becomes distorted..."

"What will sprout from my corpse at that time will be the purest hatred in the world."

"That will be my last blow to the demons, the undead, and the living dead."

Time flies.

When I came to my senses, I closed the textbook and looked at the students in the classroom.

Seeing the subtle and even frightened look in their eyes, my heart felt so calm.

"The next step is to select the list of exchange students from the Republic of Tunisia. I hope everyone will show their enthusiasm after they go there."

I have already felt the call of the Shadowless Underworld, and the time I have left is running out.

Arrange a little more work.

Ah, and Alice...my proud student, I am sorry for you.

I was already increasingly unable to stay awake due to the power of the Fallen Shadow, like a candle in the wind.

But on this day, I felt extremely relaxed.

Not because I recovered.

Because the time is coming.

I don’t ask for many things in my life, but none of them can be protected.

Now looking at these future pillars of the empire, I suddenly feel that choosing to retire and become a teacher is a good decision.

Thinking of this, my mood improved.

"So everyone should work hard and become stronger in the future, especially those of you who come from poor families. Hard work is the only variable you can control..."

Consciousness began to become cloudy.

My eyes couldn't focus.

Maybe it will look a little dead and empty? Fortunately, I am the Nine Swords, and I can still use my spirit to see the world for me.

Suddenly, a student in the audience whispered: "Teacher, you look very bad."

"Teacher, shall we sit down and take a rest first?"

Suddenly, he felt a familiar breath appearing in the imperial capital.

That is a deep and dark power.

I'm very familiar with that smell.

That is the breath of my most hated enemy.

But the next moment, I suddenly laughed.

My killing intent is not strong, but it is extremely pure.

I just want them dead.

The knife sharpened from this body will become a blade against dead things and the living dead.

Perhaps, this is my destiny! I didn't listen to the emperor, but chose to forge the sword with my own body. It's really great.

…

Suddenly.

I lowered my head slightly, and in a trance, I seemed to hear the call of the Shadow Underworld, and also the call of the Emperor.

He is saying to me: “Have you thought about it?”

"Um."

"Won't you regret it?"

"Won't."

"Your body will never rest in peace until someone destroys that grimoire."

"I know."

"It is very likely that your soul will never be able to escape, and will be trapped in the demon sword, suffering from torture."

"Yes."

"Rog, you will be forever insane."

"It's okay."

"You haven't seen your daughter for the last time."

After he finished speaking, he was silent for a moment. His body had turned cold, but a smile appeared on his face: "Your Majesty, go and block the door, isn't it to protect the world where she lives? These years must have been very hard."

The black sun in the sky was silent.

After a while.

The Black Emperor gave his final orders.

"Then... stand up, my warrior!"

…

When Louis came to his senses, he found that he had been kicked out of the first-person perspective.

He was like a bystander, quietly watching Rogge's end.

The overwhelming power of the Fallen Shadow engulfed him.

Death turned into the warrior's blade, and hatred supported his body.

A magic sword that can kill the dead and bring the dead back to life came into being.

His eyes were blurred and his consciousness sank into endless deep water.

"The Grimoire was finally destroyed."

Inside the treatment room of the Church of the God of Glory in the Imperial Capital.

Rogge fell into an eternal dream, as if he would never wake up again.

Suddenly.

His heart ached.

His eyes instantly tore through space, and he saw the power of the magic book burning inside a black and red monster.

——And there is the Lord of Monsters who is deeper than the Grimoire and is like a dark shadow.

His sanity had been burned out by the power of the Fallen Shadow. He was in a daze and could only use his last bit of will to open his eyes.

"kill!"

In the turbidity, a pair of eyes filled with murderous intent opened.

"kill……"

"Stand up, the magic book is still there, protect... the students."

He uttered a hoarse wail:

"Then, kill him!"

Then, his consciousness fell into chaos.

…

Louis slowly opened his eyes.

Rogge's figure has disappeared into the air.

The hostility in the bone sword had completely dissipated, and he held in his hand a long sword as clean and transparent as ice crystal.

Louis reached out his hand tentatively and gently grasped the handle of the knife. A warm force like water flowed out of the knife.

At this moment, the remaining memory fragments of Rogge chased after him.

He gently grasped the hilt of the knife, lowered his head and said, "It's so warm."

(End of this chapter)