Christine soon saw the approaching group and quietly hid behind Ryu Min.
“Master! Master… Ah!”
The approaching followers were horrified to see their master with severed limbs.
They all glared at Ryu Min and Christine.
“Did you do this to our master?”
“You bastards!”
Two of them drew their swords and rushed at them.
Seeing them charging without hesitation, Ryu Min didn’t hold back.
Swoosh!
With one swing of his scythe, he decapitated the two men.
The remaining 28 followers hesitated and stopped in their tracks.
“Why are you stopping? Come at me. If you want to die.”
“…”
Finally realizing they were facing an insurmountable opponent, the followers retreated.
“Fools! Stop. Do you know who you’re up against? That man is the Black Scythe.”
“Bl-Black Scythe?”
Hearing their master’s words, the followers widened their eyes and looked at Ryu Min again.
As his nickname suggested, he was holding a scythe.
His aura was menacing, fitting for someone at level 90.
Realizing they had poked a hornet’s nest, the followers broke into a cold sweat.
“You, come and carry me.”
“Yes.”
One of the followers carefully lifted the necromancer’s torso.
“Why are you here?”
“We came to inform you that the battle has ended.”
“The battle has ended? What do you mean?”
Christine interjected, and the necromancer answered on her behalf.
“It means your comrades are all dead.”
“Ah…”
Christine opened her mouth in shock.
The hundred followers had been killed by the church?
“What about our casualties?”
“About 45 injured and 30 dead.”
Considering they had faced a hundred, their losses were surprisingly small.
Although he was tempted to praise his followers, the necromancer held back his words.
If the Black Scythe suddenly got offended, he might change his mind.
‘One wrong word and I could be dead.’
Gulping, the necromancer cautiously spoke while watching Ryu Min’s reaction.
“As you can see, it’s over. There’s nothing more I can do. So, please let me…”
“Just get lost already.”
Turning his head slightly, Ryu Min saw the saintess, dejected by the loss of her comrades.
‘Even though I didn’t kill the saintess, I succeeded in dismantling her faction.’
Having achieved his goal, this was a satisfactory outcome.
“…Let’s go.”
Following the necromancer’s orders, they left without hesitation.
No one foolishly suggested revenge.
Seeing their master reduced to such a state, how could they even think of revenge?
Everyone knew they couldn’t defeat the Black Scythe even if they all attacked at once.
“…”
“…”
After they left, silence fell between Ryu Min and Christine.
Christine, still in shock from the loss of her comrades, couldn’t snap out of it.
‘Because of me… Everyone died because of me.’
Although they were her followers, she never treated them as subordinates.
She treated them as equals, as comrades.
As Douglas described it; it was a relationship for mutual benefit, but they had faced life and death together.
‘But now… just because of me…’
She wanted to cry, but no tears came out.
“Hey, what’s your nickname?”
“Chrissy…”
“Right, Chrissy. I can guess what’s going on. Losing comrades who followed you must be tough. You might even feel like it’s all your fault.”
“It’s not that I feel like it. It *is* my fault. If it weren’t for me, none of this would’ve happened.”
“If you look at it that way, there’s no end to it. What if that necromancer guy wasn’t there in the first place? Or what if this survival game didn’t exist at all?”
Christine listened attentively to Ryu Min’s calm voice.
“So, it’s not my fault…?”
“Exactly. Did you forcibly gather those people to follow you?”
Christine shook her head.
“No, right? They approached you first. If you look at it that way, it’s not your fault at all.”
“But…”
“They chose their own path by deciding to follow you. So don’t get too emotional and don’t blame yourself.”
“…”
“There’s nothing as foolish as driving yourself into a corner by worrying about the past. So…”
Ryu Min paused for a moment before blame yourself and just let go of the burdens on your shoulders. You’re not obligated to carry the weight of everyone’s lives alone.”
“…”
Christine was not originally a sentimental person. She didn’t feel anything even when watching romantic or emotional movies. The only time she teared up was when she yawned.
But now…
“What…?”
Tears began to fall uncontrollably from her eyes.
Startled by her own tears, Christine noticed Ryu Min pretending not to see as he looked away.
‘Was I… being comforted?’
Christine had been leading many people without anyone to rely on. She had no one to share her burdens with, but this man in front of her understood and comforted her.
It was both surprising and reassuring to find someone who understood her feelings.
“Was it unnecessary interference on my part?”
“No, it’s not that. I’m sorry for showing you such an unsightly side…”
Christine wiped her tears and forced a smile.
“Thank you for saving me. I’m Christine. You’re the Black Scythe, right?”
Ryu Min didn’t deny it.
“Yes. Do you believe though?”
“Of course. How could I not believe it after seeing your skills?”
This man had dealt with thirty spiritual undead, each as powerful as a player, with a single spell.
Who could believe that he was only at level 40? Only someone at level 90 like the Black Scythe could pull that off.
‘But his class is supposed to be a Reaper, yet he uses magic?’
Christine didn’t know the Reaper’s skills, but one thing was certain: the man in front of her was her lifesaver.
He was the only one she could rely on in this world.
“Thank you so much for saving me, Black Scythe. I don’t know how I can repay you…”
“When did I ever save your life?”
“What?”
“All I did was correct the attitude of a disrespectful person.”
“Ah, haha.”
Despite his words, Christine could sense it. The Black Scythe had purposely intervened to save her.
No matter what he said, she knew he was kind-hearted inside.
And this man…
‘I’m sure of it. The Black Scythe is… the savior I need to follow.’
Just as the prophecy had foretold, he was the lifeline she needed to hold on to.
“Hey, Black Scythe.”
“What is it?”
Christine, feeling a bit embarrassed, lowered her head and mustered the courage to speak.
“Can I stay with you for the remaining time?”
“Why?”
“Because you saved my life. I want to repay you somehow.”
“I refuse.”
“What…?”
Christine was stunned by his blunt refusal.
‘I didn’t expect to be rejected so quickly…’
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