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The Villainous Noble Who Kept Rewinding After Death: The Story Somehow Changed When I Committed Suicide

Chapter 310: A Quiet Death

“Ahh, I slept well.”

To return Mejina to the academy, I used a long-distance teleportation spell, but having exhausted most of my magic power, I ended up dozing off on the wall that separates the districts.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but it felt like maybe two or three hours.

“At times like this, the endless night in the Demon Domain makes it hard to tell the time.”

If there were a sun, I could at least estimate the time, but sadly, the moon won’t light up the sky unless the sun rises.

“If I sold pocket watches here, it would be profitable… Nah, those demons wouldn’t care about time anyway.”

For a moment, that idea crossed my mind, but honestly, the demons, with nothing but fighting on their minds, wouldn’t bother with time, and I’d get almost no profit from selling such things.

“Sigh. Still, there really wasn’t any reaction from the moon spirits in this district either.”

I hadn’t expected much from the start, but as expected, I couldn’t find any trace of the moon spirits even in District 1.

“Maybe, as Soware said, they are sealed away in a dungeon.”

Or perhaps the moon spirits chose to hide in the dungeon themselves, but either way, searching without any clues is just too much trouble.

Sigh. Let’s head to the next district.

However, according to Bernzel, without the moon spirits, I wouldn’t be able to defeat Shudo. I also had a nagging feeling based on past experiences that finding the moon spirits was my only way to change the current situation.

So, I pulled out a sandwich and drink from my storage magic, had a light snack, and set off for the next district.

“Interesting. So this is District 7, Okpalesti. Quite a quiet town.”

What I arrived at next was Okpalesti, managed by the lazy Horn, which I vaguely recalled as a place suspended between dreams and reality, always shrouded in silence, according to Wilhelm.

“It doesn’t seem particularly necessary to stop here.”

Looking down from the wall at District 7, it was plain and dull, lacking the vibrancy of Soware’s District 2 or the curiosity of the arrogant District 1, to the point where I almost doubted if anyone lived here.

Besides, even with sensing magic, it seemed there weren’t many residents, and I couldn’t feel any presence of the moon spirits.

“What a graveyard this is.”

“A graveyard, huh? Can’t say that’s entirely wrong. Yawn~”

“Huh?”

It was just a mumbled comment from me, but I suddenly felt someone sit beside me.

“Good evening~”

“Horn?”

“Correct!”

With a leisurely way of speaking, sitting next to me was Horn, the district manager with the power of sloth, who was inexplicably hugging a pillow. He looked over at me, narrowing his droopy eyes with a smile.

“I didn’t sense your presence at all?”

“I get told that a lot. I’m really good at hiding my presence!”

“Is that so?”

Horn said that without any sign of bragging, but even I, using sensing magic, hadn’t noticed until he spoke to me, so his ability to mask his presence seemed quite extraordinary.

“What did you come here for?”

“Not much, just felt the presence of someone using magic while I was napping, so I came to check it out.”

“Ah, so you noticed my magic and came all the way here.”

“That’s right.”

“Sorry for waking you up. By the way, don’t you seem to be talking more normally than last time we met?”

“That time, I was super sleepy! Now, I’m just a little sleepy, so I can manage a conversation!”

“I see?”

I wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but it probably meant he was still sleepy but able to chat for a bit.

“Well, whatever. But when I called this place a graveyard, you said that wasn’t entirely wrong. What do you mean by that?”

“That’s just what it means! This is a place where demons who have lost their sense of belonging or will to live, or who want to die quietly, come to slowly pass on.”

“A place to die slowly?”

“Yep! You probably know this, but demons are straightforward with their desires and love to fight.”

“Yeah, I visited District 1 before coming here, and it certainly felt that way.”

“Right? But not everyone necessarily has to be like that. There are those who have lost family or loved ones and lost hope to live, or those who are tired of fighting. Also, there’s those who’ve lost their place after defeat, or those who are about to die from illness or old age. This district is where those people gather to wait for death quietly.”

“I see.”

At first, I didn’t quite understand what Horn was saying, but it seemed this district functioned similarly to a monastery in human nations—a place where those wishing for a peaceful death congregated.

“What happens to those who die here?”

“We send them off together. People who come here carry a sense of loneliness in their hearts. So after they die, we all make sure they aren’t alone when they leave.”

“That sounds nice.”

Thinking back, my deaths were all rushed—be it by execution, poisoning, dying in battle, or being killed by my fiancé. I never got the chance for a calm death.

Is that why?

I found myself envying Horn’s words about everyone quietly passing away.

“I want to die like that someday too.”

Not by execution or poisoning, but surrounded by my parents and Olga, who would see me off with smiles, and friends I’ve met along the way. That kind of peaceful passing didn’t sound bad at all.

Plus, if Fiera and the others were there, I would probably…

“With you, I’m sure it could happen!”

“Yeah. Still, I don’t want to die with regrets, so I want to live without leaving behind any lingering attachments, fulfilling all my desires and then slipping quietly into death.”

“Right. That’s the best way. When the time comes, we should look back and feel happy about what we’ve experienced. Yawn~. I’m getting sleepy now. I think I’ll head back.”

“Ah, see you again sometime.”

“Yep, see you~.”

Horn said that and waved lightly as he vanished from my side, leaving me alone in this place.

“To die quietly… I hope to do that this time around.”

Well, first I need to figure out how to die, but I’m gradually gathering what’s necessary for that.

So all that’s left is to collect everything and remove any obstacles that stand in my way.

“I’ll just admire this place a bit longer.”

For a while, I gazed at this town, which Horn called a graveyard, and reflected on my past life.

“Ahh, it seems best to leave you behind. Haha. I’ll be joining you soon enough.”

I whispered that one last time before standing up and turning my back on District 7.

“Alright then. Off to the next district!”

And so, after stretching and loosening up a bit, I departed District 7 with a feeling that my heart was a little lighter than usual, and I doubted it was just my imagination.

 

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