CHAPTER 55
After Bulldog's resurrection, I briefly explained to him what had happened.
"That person is dead?" Bulldog muttered as if he couldn't believe it.
He had been struck and killed by the Apostle that the assassin had thrown.
Of course, the assassin's death wouldn't feel real to him.
"Yes, and this is the assassin's finger."
When I took the finger out of my pocket, his eyes widened.
Then, as if he realized something, he looked back at me.
"Harua, don't tell me you're..."
"Yes, I'm going to revive her. You know she's connected to Black Dawn, right, Mr. Bulldog?"
"...I do."
Bulldog swallowed hard.
He must have heard various pieces of information about the assassin through the Radiance Faith.
Naturally, he would have known she was connected to Black Dawn.
"Black Dawn is carrying out terrorist acts worldwide. They clearly have a purpose and are acting with that as their focus. We can't just let them be."
Just look at the Modified Body we encountered this time.
These guys were clearly a group of insane lunatics.
They absolutely could not be left alone.

For some reason, Bulldog just looked at me in silence.
When I stopped talking, Bulldog finally spoke.
"...Harua, Black Dawn is a group of Transferees. Of course, their scale has grown so much that many of our people have mixed in, but fundamentally, they are for Transferees."
"Do people who are 'for Transferees' go around stabbing other Transferees?"
"Yes, people are all the same. They won't hesitate to draw a sword against someone who isn't on their side. But that's also why, once you become one of them, they take care of you better than anyone."
He wasn't wrong.
Humans are animals whose lives are centered on society.
"To be honest, with your Ability, Black Dawn would welcome you with open arms."
Resurrection magic.
I myself was experiencing just how limitless its value was.
I study Holy Magic every day.
And my skills in Holy Magic are indeed improving day by day.
My combat sense is still terrible, but the healing power of my Holy Magic has reached a decent level.
And yet, what I rely on most is still Resurrection magic.
Only Resurrection magic could create a move that no one could ever anticipate.
"Or at the very least, you could make it so Black Dawn doesn't touch you."
If I just didn't antagonize them, they might not seek my cooperation, but they wouldn't touch me.
They might even try to protect me in preparation for the future.
But the moment I become their enemy, the story changes.
If an enemy possesses Resurrection magic, they would surely try to eliminate me.
Even if I were an immortal who could revive infinitely through Resurrection.
"And you still plan to oppose Black Dawn?"
Bulldog asked the question, genuinely considering my situation.
Antagonizing a terrorist group.
As an adult, he was reminding me what that meant.
The moment I revive the No-Named assassin and extract information, Black Dawn will surely try to eliminate me.
Their retribution is fearsome.
Just seeing them make moves against the Lords without hesitation shows their audacity and strength.
I'm just a mere Holy Mage; there's no way I can handle a disaster like them.
But.
"I can't just stand by and watch those bastards run wild."
This is the world I have to live in, one way or another.
The more this world gets messed up by them, the lower my quality of life becomes.
Just look at Bulldog.
He, who had been kind to Transferees, came to distrust them because of the No-Named assassin.
Just look at Aranseol.
Because of the Transferees' foolish actions, the perception of Transferees kept plummeting.
Of course, it's impossible for Transferees to get along with the uncivilized people of this world.
But even so, it was our destiny to live together.
The natives' ostracism of Transferees.
The Transferees' ostracism of the natives.
If this reached its extreme, the world would be finished.
My peaceful daily life would be shattered.
"Of course, I'm also going to get rid of all the bastards who discriminate against Transferees, like the Radiance Faith. They're the evils of society."
The world I want is just one thing.
A world where Transferees can live ordinary lives.
Not a world where you lose your limbs just for being dropped somewhere.
A world that helps those who were suddenly transferred to blend into this life.

That's the world I want.
"You know, I've been through a lot of fucked-up shit since coming to this world, you know? I've died and come back more than once or twice."
And this was the conclusion I had reached after experiencing all that.
"Going through all that shit made me realize something. Ah, if a guy with a dangerous Ability like mine really snapped, it would make life in this world a whole lot harder for everyone."
Black Dawn is a prime example.
If the perception of Transferees had been proper and they had lived without discrimination, those guys wouldn't have gone to such extremes.
If both Transferees and natives could get along without problems, the world would be a decent place to live.
"So there's no need for another guy to go through the same fucked-up shit as me and cause this kind of mess."
Having someone experience this can end with me.
That's the conclusion I've reached.
And that has become my goal.
Bulldog stared at me blankly.
After a moment, he pinched the bridge of his nose and then let out a long sigh.
"Harua, you're just a kid."
In his eyes, my son and I probably didn't look that different in age.
So it was natural for him to see me as a kid.
"But right now, I see you as more of an adult than I am. You, who went through a situation worse than mine where I lost my mind over my wife's death, and yet you're trying to change the world—you're more of an adult than anyone."
Bulldog gripped my shoulder tightly.
A smile formed on his lips.
"I'm truly glad I hired you as a porter that day."
Just as he said.
"The feeling was mutual."
I'm also grateful that I was Bulldog's porter.
"I'll support you on the path you're taking. I've seen for myself what a tenacious bastard you are, so I'm sure you can do it."
"Even so, I can only use Resurrection magic."
"No, you will surely change many things. It happened with just me, after all."
There was no longer any distrust of Transferees in Bulldog's eyes.
He was sending me his firm trust.
Perceptions can change.
A light rain that can only dampen clothes will one day become a ditch, then a spring, then a river, and finally an ocean.
I was just moving forward for that day.
"So, if you know anything about the No-Named assassin, please tell me everything."
That was the goal set by the Transferee, Harua.

The No-Named assassin.
This is what Bulldog knew about her.
The No-Named assassin belonged to Black Dawn.
And her appearance was that of the mastermind of the war between the No-Nameds and this world 60 years ago.
A great sinner who has now vanished and is largely forgotten from people's memories.
But a great sinner that those who remember her have not forgotten for a single moment.
The great sinner of Wrath.
Asheria Eve.
A great sinner whose name people were afraid to even utter.
She was a madwoman who single-handedly drove the world to the brink of destruction.
"That's all I know. The Regular Army keeps silent about the Sin of Wrath, and those involved in the war were reluctant to speak of her."
"Is she that dangerous of a person?"
"Yes, to the point that the Regular Army's continuous military buildup after her disappearance was said to be in preparation for her eventual return."
It's been 60 years since she disappeared.
And yet, those who experienced that time are still terrified, so I can imagine how dangerous of a woman she is.
"And the No-Named assassin had the appearance of the Sin of Wrath, right?"
"That's what the Radiance Faith said. By that point, I had already lost my mind, so I didn't care if she was Wrath or whatever."
Ah.
Now I understand why the Radiance Faith Bishop was so sure that if she were the real one, they would all die.
She was a war mastermind and a figure feared even by the current powerful individuals.
"These Great Sinners, honestly."
Wherever I go, I can't seem to escape their names.
"The Regular Army must have been investigating separately. The reason they weren't proactive was probably because they knew it was a decoy," Bulldog speculated, having done some research on his own.
"...The No-Named assassin knew she was destined to die in the end."
She struggled to live until the very end, but she was preparing for death.
To die as the Sin of Wrath.
"In your eyes, Mr. Bulldog, why do you think she died as the Sin of Wrath?"

After a brief moment of thought, he gave his answer.
"To reintroduce the existence of the Sin of Wrath to the world."
As expected, that was the only answer.
The No-Named assassin had been spreading her name far and wide.
The moment it's revealed that she is the Sin of Wrath, the world will fall into chaos.
None of those who experienced her would believe that the Sin of Wrath was dead.
The Bishop's attitude was a clear example.
So, the moment word spreads about the Sin of Wrath, those who have experienced her will have her seared into their minds once again.
With Black Dawn already running rampant, the world will enter a state of tension, a situation ready to ignite at any moment.
And from there...
Another thought occurred to me.
"...What if."
Bulldog's eyes met mine.
"What if the Sin of Wrath isn't in a sound state right now?"
"What?"
"It makes sense, doesn't it? The intention to imprint the existence of the Sin of Wrath is too blatant. Maybe Black Dawn is trying to announce the return of the Sin of Wrath to cause social chaos."
His eyes widened.
He then pressed his chin and fell into thought.
"...That makes sense. We certainly can't deny that possibility. Harua, I didn't know, but you're smarter than I thought."
"I've always been pretty sharp."
"Looking at you now, you seem far from smart."
What.
My very appearance is the epitome of intelligence.
Well, I suppose an uncivilized this-worlder wouldn't be able to tell.
"Anyway, in the end, Black Dawn must have their own goals."
That's why I was planning to revive the No-Named assassin to find out what they are.
I got all the information I needed from Bulldog.
As Horizon had predicted, his wife's body was being stored at a nearby Radiance Faith facility.
We agreed to rest today and head there first thing tomorrow, and then I left his place.
The sun had set, and it was now night.
The night streets were dangerous, so as I returned to the inn, I saw a familiar face under a distant lantern.
A pretty face that stood out even from a distance.
It was Aranseol.
"Harua."
As soon as Aranseol saw me, she smiled faintly.
It seemed she had deliberately come out to wait for me.
It's starting to get cold, so it must have been hard to wait in that outfit.
But she had waited for me.
The moment I saw her, I remembered something.
The goal I set today.
The fact that my goal was very similar to Aranseol's.
Why was that?
She despises Transferees, and I loathe the people of this world.
We were clearly on different paths, moving along parallel lines that could never meet, yet our goals kept becoming more and more similar.
"Did it go well?"

Looking at me, she asked with concern.
Concern about what might have happened when Bulldog was revived.
And concern about what I might have gone through.
Staring at that concern, for some reason, I let out a short laugh.
"Why are you suddenly laughing?"
"Just because."
There was no particular reason.
Just looking at her face made me smile.
And why was that?
Aranseol, walking with me through the night streets, seemed a little more beautiful than before.
It might have been the magic of the night streets, which were just beginning to grow cold.