MTL - He Holds a Rose from the Abyss-Chapter 1 dead rose

In the land where sword and magic coexist, young people always yearn for the magical world, thinking that it is extremely magnificent, so countless magic schools have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

The Magic Academy of Saints is just one of the countless, unworthy, third-rate magic academies.

And in this academy, an ordinary accident is taking place.

Dormitory area—

Sheffield went back to the bedroom.

This is a small room with two narrow beds, both against the wall. A window was opened in the middle of the two beds, and the window was intricately carved.

The window faced a dark brown fireplace, in front of which was a small table.

His roommate was sitting at the table.

The roommate's name is Micah Rahman.

The surname Rahman is not a prominent family, it is just a declining nobleman who can no longer decline, so Micah will be reduced to living in this third-rate magic academy.

Their contradiction stems from necromancy - although magic is prosperous and there are various sects, almost all magicians are opposed to necromancy, and necromancers are considered to be creatures that should be expelled from the human world.

And yesterday Sheffield accidentally discovered that Micah was using necromantic magic.

Sheffield still had a rose in his hand, and this rose was at its most flamboyant, and he had always liked this flamboyant, almost dark flower.

He put the rose gently into the vase - only one red rose was hanging in the vase.

Micah raised his head, and when he saw this scene, his body couldn't help shaking, "Are you going to report me?" He has been studying necromancy for a long time, and he is often in anxiety and fear. A feeling of relief.

"If you report me, I'll drag you into the water too."

Sheffield raised his eyebrows: "What are you using to drag me into the water?"

Micah had borrowed a book from the library, and this book was also on the table. But now he was thinking about the contents of the book, and only a little bit of chill came out of his heart.

"I went through the history of the continent. As early as a hundred years ago, magicians and knights had almost wiped out the demon kings. There are only some demon kings that are still sealed... And among these sealed demon kings, there is a name called "…" Micah was suddenly unable to speak.

Sheffield laughed: "Sheffield, there's a man named Sheffield. It's a coincidence, isn't it?"

Micah's face was even more ugly. In his opinion, even if these demon kings were still alive, they should hide and not dare to expose them at all, but Sheffield didn't have the heart to hide it, and he didn't even hide his name.

"You are not worthy of my hiding your name. Even if you are discovered, it will not hurt me." Sheffield leaned forward slightly with his hands on the table.

The smile on his face was almost warm: "So what do you want to do now? Go ahead and say it, do you think anyone will believe it?"

Sheffield has always excelled in magic classes and is courteous to people.

The most important thing is that he doesn't match the usual view of the devil.

He has pale blond hair that dazzles in the sun, and his eyes are gray, and when he looks at you, it makes you feel as if you are deeply valued by him.

Sheffield is kind to people. He never argues with people, but he never gets to know people deeply. He treats everyone politely, and he politely separates them from everyone. He is always alone.

Everyone in the academy felt that he was a nobleman unique to top students and nobles.

"You're not worthy of me to report you, you can't hold it anymore." Sheffield took a few steps in the direction of Micah.

Micah's face changed.

"Necromancer is so dependent on the magic of the soul, but your soul power is already very weak. What kind of forbidden technique did you use? Let me guess, who do you want to resurrect?"

Micah stopped talking, and he spoke with difficulty: "So, let's be at peace with each other, I won't tell others about you, and please don't report me."

Sheffield still had a smile on his face: "I'm sorry, I have to refuse this request. I'm not interested in your business. You can do whatever you want, but I don't want to restrict my freedom of speech because of you."

They eventually broke up.

Sheffield still sticks to the habit of breaking a rose every day, and when he returns to the bedroom with the rose again three days later.

Micah was lying on the bed with a calm expression, her breathing had disappeared, and she died silently.

Sheffield is not surprised, this guy's method of using necromancy is inherently wrong, too anxious, and the burden on the soul is too great, it is reasonable to die naturally in this way.

And he had no grief over the man's death.

However, the next moment, Sheffield's eyes changed slightly.

He never doubted his own judgment, and Micah's soul was indeed destroyed.

He looked at the dead Micah, but felt that a new soul was slowly awakening in this body.

Chi Lang has been very troubled recently.

As one of many college students in the new era of the 21st century, he was very happy. He listened to lectures, wrote and wrote homework, played games, and watched anime every day without any worries.

But he's been having a recurring dream lately.

Chi Lang has always kept in mind the core values ​​of socialism, and rejects any ghosts and gods with a materialistic mentality. There are four people in his dormitory. One of the roommates believes in Buddhism and the other believes in Christ.

He took his dream and asked his roommates.

The roommate who believed in Buddhism frowned slightly: "You, it should be that the marriage is coming soon?"

The roommate who believed in Christ sneered: "You kid probably sold too many roses on Valentine's Day."

Therefore, Chi Lang did not have any expectations for these two roommates to be able to interpret their dreams. He was still having that dream over and over again.

—In his dream, it was a blooming rose. The red color of those roses was very, very eye-catching, so that he woke up very impressed with this dream.

He found his last roommate who was an atheist like him and told him about his dream.

The roommate was stunned for a moment, then said, "I've been having the same dream for the past few days. But... I dreamed of a rubble with burnt marks on the ground."

Chi Lang let out a "tsk" and murmured, "It's really weird, we both really hit each other."

The two of them discussed it for a long time without reaching any conclusion, so they could only give up. Let's do it for now, it's not harmful to just dream anyway.

So on an ordinary day like today, Chi Lang continued to sleep with great heart.

When he opened his eyes - he found himself sleeping... from lying on the bed to lying flat on the bed.

When Chi Lang opened his eyes, he saw Sheffield first before he understood his strange situation.

He asked naturally: "Hello... who are you?"

But as soon as the words came out, he always felt that something was not right. He looked at the surrounding environment, from the table to the fireplace, from the vase to the paintings on the wall, and then silently pinched himself.

This is not a dream. Chi Lang thought to himself.

Then he stood up, his mind was blank, he didn't think about anything, went to the window and looked out.

- White gulls hovered in the blue sky, and in the distance were short, square houses. There are several red brick and white tile buildings nearby, and the vines are entwined in layers on the walls. At the top of the nearest building, there is a clock.

It just so happened that the clock rang.

The walking people began to run, and laughter spread from far away.

No matter how Chi Lang looks at it, the people he sees are not oriental, and these buildings, with his poor architectural knowledge, also understand that they are not modern buildings at all.

Chi Lang seems to finally understand his situation a little bit, but understanding and acceptance are two different things. With his current state of mind, he couldn't wait to sleep and return to his modern bedroom.

So he looked at Sheffield and asked without any hesitation: "Where is this..."

Sheffield: "Zefnaya City, Saints Magic Academy."

Chi Lang nodded, digesting the words "Magic Academy". He thought, co-authoring this place with unnatural power, and suddenly felt more powerless.

Then he saw what he looked like in the reflection in the window—a completely unfamiliar face.

Alright, let's go through the soul.

Sheffield looked at Chi Lang, the dead and resurrected "Micah" who had no memory, but an unprecedented excitement surged in his heart.

The excitement was just because he hadn't seen anything interesting for too long.

And this brand-new soul, in such a short exchange, made him feel like he had something very interesting.

Chi Lang asked him, "I'm sorry, can you tell me who you are..." Chi Lang asked the stranger's identity again. Although he also thought it was stupid to ask, he really had no other channels to collect information. .

When he was finally slowly accepting the fact of transmigration, there was only one thought in his mind: why did others have memories of the original owner when they passed through, and when they came to him, there was nothing, and he didn't even know who he was.

Sheffield replied: "Sheffield. I'm Sheffield."

There was also a book on the table, which Micah brought back from the library.

The book eulogizes the great achievements of the magicians with a large amount of space, and brings the magicians of that era to the altar, but only uses a few words to bring those demon kings.

The name "Sheffield" is very inconspicuous among the names of demon kings.

- "Sheffield, fraudulent, who lived in the Rose Manor in the abyss."