Chapter 70: The Demon King

I silently stared at my fingertips.

A faint light still flickered there.

And yet—my body didn’t feel heavy, nor was I dizzy.

Harp had told me before that using magic usually drained one’s energy, that fatigue would always follow due to mana consumption.

But.

I don’t feel tired at all.

I looked around once more.

The wounded were rising to their feet.

Their faces were a mixture of awe and shock.

And the soldier who had been revived.

Still sat there, touching his own body in disbelief, his expression utterly blank.

“This is…”

“A divine miracle…”

The soldiers murmured, their voices filled with reverence and astonishment.

Their gazes locked onto me, disbelief etched into their eyes.

“W-Who is she…?”

“How can the dead… return to life…?”

I pressed my lips together and took a slow breath.

This wasn’t divine power.

Nor was it ordinary healing magic.

Even I didn’t know what this power was.

And yet.

“Teacher.”

Liel, standing beside me, gently took my hand.

Her eyes trembled slightly as she gazed at me.

“…Do you think we can help more people?”

I looked at her.

Then, slowly, I nodded.

And once again.

I reached out my hand.

In that instant, light burst forth once more.

A pure, radiant glow spread across the snow-covered battlefield.

Bathing everything in its soft white brilliance.

From a distance, soldiers who had seen the light approached in shock.

Those who had already been healed checked their bodies once more, and many burst into tears.

The wounded recovered one by one.

Even the soldiers who had been drained from exhaustion found strength returning to their bodies.

In the midst of a battlefield.

I was performing a miracle.

“…What is this…?”

Inside the camp, people had already begun taking notice of the phenomenon.

Amel and Sua had been deep in a strategy meeting, but the extraordinary events unfolding outside had pulled their attention away.

The cries of pain—were fading.

One by one, the wounded rose to their feet.

Even the soldiers who had died…

Were coming back to life.

“This is…”

Amel muttered in disbelief.

“This isn’t just ordinary healing magic.”

Sua, too, stared blankly at the sight before her.

“This is… a real miracle.”

At that moment, an old general—likely the commander of the front line—suddenly rose from his seat.

“…Who is that girl?”

His eyes, filled with shock and awe, trembled as he watched.

He had spent his entire life on the battlefield, but even he had never seen anything like this.

The girl who had arrived with the Hero, Sua—Eve.

With every hand she reached out, light spread.

With every step she took, despair turned into hope.

A miracle on the battlefield.

This was something far beyond mere magic.

It was the birth of a new hope.

I moved swiftly across the battlefield.

Everywhere, soldiers still lay scattered, their bodies broken and their spirits shattered.

Cries of agony.

Faces filled with despair.

Now, it was time to bring them hope.

Silently, I walked among them.

Liel and Harp followed closely at my side.

“There are more wounded over there.”

Harp pointed toward a distant cluster of fallen soldiers.

I nodded and quickly made my way toward them.

As I reached the injured, I stretched out my hand once more.

And just like before.

Light erupted from my fingertips.

Their wounds began to mend.

Once again, skin that had been marred by blood and grime regained its color, and even severed limbs started to regenerate.

“This… This can’t be real…”

“My… my leg… it’s back…!”

The soldiers touched their bodies in disbelief, their expressions frozen in shock.

Faces once consumed by despair slowly brightened.

But I didn’t stop.

I moved immediately to the next group of wounded.

Again, I reached out.

Again, the light spread.

“Teacher, you’re pushing yourself too hard…”

Liel murmured softly.

But I didn’t turn to her.

Right now, I had to save as many people as I could.

So, I kept walking.

Toward where the fallen lay.

Toward where the wounded suffered.

Step by step, I continued.

The mysterious light poured from my hands.

I didn’t know what this power was.

But if it could save lives, that was all that mattered.

“The dead… have returned to life…”

As more and more soldiers were healed, their voices filled with awe.

More and more gazes turned toward me.

Their eyes wide with astonishment, wonder, and reverence.

Disbelief was etched across their faces.

Even as I felt their gazes on me, I did not stop walking.

There were still lives to save.

One by one, I healed every fallen soldier I could find.

And before I knew it.

We had reached the farthest edge of the camp.

There, a soldier lay motionless.

His body had long since gone cold.

Beside him, another soldier clung to his lifeless form, sobbing.

“Please… Please wake up…”

I slowly approached.

The soldier beside him flinched at the sight of me, instinctively stepping back.

His eyes widened in shock.

“Y-You…? The little kid…?”

Ignoring the murmurs, I knelt down and gently took the fallen soldier’s hand.

Once more, light radiated from my fingertips.

And slowly.

His cold body began to warm.

Twitch.

A faint tremor ran through his fingers.

A small, choked gasp escaped the weeping soldier beside him.

And then.

Gasp…!

The once-dead soldier inhaled sharply.

Like someone who had just been pulled from the depths of death, his breathing was ragged, unsteady—almost unnatural.

For a moment, there was only stunned silence.

Then.

A roar of cheers erupted around us.

“He’s alive…!!”

“He was dead… He was definitely dead…!”

“Smith is alive!!”

“It’s a miracle! The gods have blessed this land once more!”

The surrounding soldiers couldn’t contain their excitement, grabbing onto each other and shouting.

The resurrected soldier—Smith—still looked dazed, but as the realization of his survival settled in, tears streamed down his face.

He dropped to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

I gently patted his shoulder.

Then, I looked around the camp once more.

The once-mountainous piles of wounded soldiers.

Had completely vanished.

Those who had been drowning in despair now stood tall, life rekindled in their eyes.

Everywhere, people embraced one another, crying tears of joy.

And just like that.

I had saved everyone on the Northern Front.

“Do you have any idea how much I cried when I thought you were gone?! Who told you to play hero and die first, huh?!”

“Oh, and you? After I sacrificed myself, you immediately died too? Real smart move, idiot.”

“Well, what was I supposed to do?! My best friend of decades died for me—you think I wouldn’t cry? That’s just cruel.”

“Enough, both of you. You’re alive. That’s all that matters.”

“…Yeah, you’re right. As long as we’re alive, that’s all that matters! Hahaha!”

That night.

A celebration erupted within the camp.

For the first time in ages, cheers echoed across the once-bleak battlefield.

Soldiers feasted on meat and ale, laughing and encouraging each other.

“To think… such a miracle could happen.”

“The gods themselves must have sent us salvation.”

“Ooooh, let us give thanks…!!”

“Praise be…!”

Some soldiers had begun turning the celebration into a religious gathering, but most were simply rejoicing in the relief of being alive.

From a distance, my companions and I silently watched them.

“Teacher… I’m not dreaming right now, am I?”

Sua, still in shock, turned to look at me.

Her expression was one of disbelief, as if she still hadn’t fully processed what had happened.

“Oh, right… Teacher, since when have you been able to do that?”

At her question, I quietly set down my glass of juice.

Then, I absentmindedly looked down at my hands.

“…I don’t know.”

It was the honest truth.

All I had done was stop Liel from overexerting herself—

And before I knew it, I was using magic alongside her.

“A magic that heals everyone at once… I’ve never even heard of something like that before. Just how did you do it?”

Alex scratched his head, his expression a mix of amazement and disbelief.

There was a trace of fear in his eyes.

And a hint of reverence.

It was no surprise.

What I had done had completely surpassed the limits of conventional healing magic.

I hadn’t healed people one by one.

I had healed the entire battlefield.

Not only the wounded.

But even the dead had returned to life.

This wasn’t simple healing magic.

It was closer to divine power…

No, perhaps it had even surpassed divine power itself.

“As expected of you, Teacher.”

Liel’s eyes were still filled with admiration as she gazed at me.

Harp, too, watched me silently before narrowing her eyes slightly.

And giving a small, knowing smile.

“Well, Teacher was never just an ordinary person to begin with.”

But I shook my head.

“…I don’t know either.”

Was this miracle that had come from my body simply a coincidence?

Or was it truly the will of a god?

I quietly lifted my gaze to the night sky.

The stars above shone brightly, silently watching over us.

But then.

BOOM!

A sudden explosion thundered across the entire camp.

The peaceful festival atmosphere was shattered in an instant.

“W-What was that?!”

“An ambush?!”

“To arms! Grab your weapons!”

Soldiers scrambled to their feet, gripping swords and spears in a panic.

The festival fires flickered wildly, and every face turned grim with tension.

Instinctively, I stood up.

And then.

I saw it.

A pitch-black darkness was approaching from beyond the horizon.

A voice, deep and resounding, echoed through the night.

“—I have finally found you.”