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Volume 8 Chapter 200

Resurrection Magic of the Sage

「W- what in the world is that?」
Yoko, who had returned to Glendale from her hometown, Fonost, was dumbfounded as she looked at the towering pillar of flames in the sky.
Vast magical power.
The owner of that magical power was someone Yoko knew.
「It’s Master. B-but to pour in such an amount of magical power… …What in the world is the Master fighting against?」
Just a few days ago, Haruto had used the Holy Lance to defeat a daemon. Even that spell exceeded Yoko’s understanding of magical power.
However, the pillar of flames she was currently gazing at contained many times the magical power of the Holy Lance.
The pillar of flames slammed into the ground.
About ten seconds later, when the pillar disappeared, Yoko had moved close to Haruto.
What Yoko saw there was a giant, dragon-like creature, charred black.
「Master, what is this?」
「Oh, welcome back, Yoko. I defeated the dragon that attacked Ryuuka and Hakua」
A bit away, Ryuuka and Hakua were embracing each other, shivering. They had probably experienced something frightening. Hakua, despite being a high-ranking dragon, was still a child. In contrast, the dragon Haruto defeated was clearly an adult.
「I-I see, it seems to be quite a high-ranking dragon…… But still, it wasn’t the Master’s enemy, was it?」
「Yeah. It wasn’t a big deal, but its endurance was insane. It was the first time I’ve had to cast magic continuously like this」
At present, Haruto could cast about ten thousand Fire Lances in one second. Sixty million in one minute. And he continued casting them for ten minutes, totaling six hundred million Fire Lances.
However, the dragon didn’t die.
To confirm the life or death of the dragon that had fallen to the ground, Haruto approached. At that moment, the dragon thrust its claws at Haruto’s abdomen.
Of course, to Haruto, whose stats were fixed, such an attack should have had no effect. If six million shots weren’t enough, he would double that—deciding so, Haruto gathered fifteen million Fire Lances and rained them down on the dragon from above.
As an extra, he added three million more.
Even so, the dragon didn’t die.
It was because the opponent Haruto had fired about twenty million Fire Lances at was the Dragon God, one of this world’s gods.
Haruto still hadn’t realised that he had defeated a god.
Ryuuka and Hakua were trembling because Haruto had defeated the Dragon God, the object of their prayers.
They were heading towards Haruto’s mansion with the Dragon God and Haruto suddenly appeared in the air.
Haruto, who couldn’t fly at high speeds, chased the Dragon God by creating footholds with magic.
Seeing his desperate figure soaring through the sky, Ryuuka and Hakua were delighted.
They felt that Haruto, their husband, was doing his best to protect them—that’s what they sensed.
However, the Dragon God’s flying speed was much faster than Haruto’s speed in the air, and Haruto was getting farther away.
Hakua wanted to see more of Haruto working hard for her sake.
That feeling prompted her to shout.
『Harutoo! Help us!!』
As of now, Hakua was vehemently cursing herself for shouting those words thoughtlessly.
Certainly, Haruto was cool.
He had cut off the claws of the dragon that held them, saved them, and then overwhelmed that dragon with overwhelming power.
Her husband had saved her in a gallant manner.
That was really delightful.
However, she couldn’t express her joy straightforwardly.
The dragon he defeated was a god.
It wasn’t attacking them; it was merely travelling with them.
Of course, it’s not like the Dragon God was entirely blameless.
It could have flown with Ryuuka and Hakua on its back.
If that were the case, Haruto wouldn’t have thought that the dragon was attacking Ryuuka and Hakua.
The Dragon God had come seeking revenge for a past battle, knowing that Haruto, who had been a guardian hero, had been reincarnated in the present world.
However, the result was a complete and utter defeat.
Not only that, but it was defeated before the Dragon God could comprehend that the opponent he had lost to was the one he should have sought revenge against.
Since the Dragon God is a god, it doesn’t die.
However, its manifestation body was completely destroyed, rendering it unable to move at all.
Confirming that the dragon’s body was completely immobile, Haruto finally averted his gaze from the dragon.
「Yoko, what is that?」
Haruto’s gaze was fixed on the beautiful woman trapped in the ice behind Yoko.
The woman had a bewitching figure that seemed to have matured Yoko’s youthful appearance.
She emitted an atmosphere not present in Haruto’s wives.
「Actually…… she’s my mother」
「Eh!?」
「Two hundred years ago, my mother died because of me—-」
Tears welled up in Yoko’s eyes.
「Master, please, save my mother」
「I’d like to help somehow, but after two hundred years, the soul……」
In this world, death refers to the body being damaged, and the soul leaving the body.
However, as long as the soul is intact, revival is possible after restoring the body and connecting it with the soul.
Connecting the body and soul can be managed with the potion made from the leaves of the World Tree, and by Ryuuka and Seira.
For physical recovery, even Haruto could manage it.
The main problem is the location of the soul.
Usually, when creatures like monsters, demonfolks, or humans die in this world, their souls are incorporated into the cycle of reincarnation in about an hour, to be born again as the next living being.
Therefore, to revive, the soul must be reunited with the body within an hour.
Reviving Yoko’s mother, who died two hundred years ago, seemed hopeless.
「If it’s about my mother’s soul, it’s still here」
「…….Really?」
Haruto touched the ice containing the beautiful woman.
「Y-yes, indeed. Her soul is still here」
Having experienced teleportation and reincarnation and mastered dark magic and holy magic, Haruto had gained the ability to sense other people’s souls.
「This is amazing. Has it really been two hundred years? The soul hasn’t worn out much」
Yoko’s mother, Kikyo, a nine-tailed fox, could live for tens of thousands of years if not slain by a hero.
Kikyo’s soul hadn’t been worn out much in the two hundred years.
「Injuries…… there are none, right? If I connect the soul and body like this, can she be revived?」
Haruto flowed magic into the ice, checking Kikyo’s condition.
Her body was in a state so pristine it didn’t seem dead at all.
To prevent Yoko from worrying, Kikyo had healed her body just before dying.
While she could heal her body, she couldn’t preserve her life after her soul was injured by a purifying weapon.
However, over the two hundred years, her wounded soul had slowly healed naturally.
Haruto was convinced he could revive Kikyo, and he began releasing magic.
And so—
「Heal!」
The chant was for a low-level healing magic, Heal.
However, its effect was the resurrection magic Resurrection, allowed only for a handful of specialists in healing magic.
Haruto, as a Sage, could activate that magic.