The Time I Got Reincarnated As An Extra

Chapter 83: His Relief and Support [3]



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Amon looked around at the now bloodied and scorched floor.

The disgusting odor in the atmosphere instantly assaulted his nostrils.

The blood had dried out but the innards of the children were still there at the same spot.

It seemed to be that no one had touched this building in a month despite maybe some people wanting to come here.

It did house some supplies and treasures of course.

But their fear of Arthur must have surpassed their desire for wealth.

Due to the month-long time, the innards of the children had been decomposed and mutilated, completely changing their structure.

His expression distorted into disgust behind the mask as he was once again reminded of the scene.

The scene that induced a trauma for him.

Shaking his head, he snapped out of his thoughts and wondered what to do.

'She asked me to pay them a visit once again but I don't even know what to do.'

While wondering, he started walking to the decomposed flesh and organs of the children.

As he reached a spot, he crouched down and observed one of the mushed and dried organs that was resting against a wall.

Above the organ was a small trail of blood indicating to Amon that when the child blew up, it had smashed against the wall and trailed down.

At a closer inspection, he suddenly saw an army of insects walking on the organ.

The disgusting odor amplified the more closely he observed.

Making a blood hand, he chose to raise it to observe how it was.

Lifting it, Amon observed it more closely as various thoughts traveled through his head.

'Who did this belong to?'

'Who was this child?'

'How did they end up here?'

'Who were their parents?'

'Did they know Lily?'

And....

'What.....what was the last expression on their face before they blew up?'

His hand trembled as he thought about those questions.

A nobody, someone whom Amon didn't even know.

But they were innocent. This he knew and also knew it was his fault that they died.

But.....

He didn't care anymore.

Not in the sense that he didn't care about their deaths.

It would be a lie if he said he didn't feel an ounce of regret after all.

It was that he didn't hold himself accountable anymore. It was his fault, yes.

But, he learned to cope with the fact now that to protect and fight for what he loved, he was ready to make sacrifices.

Sacrifices that even though innocent, needed to die for his selfish gains.

That was just how this new world worked.

He was no murderer. He would never slaughter innocent people without a reason that amounted to their lives.

He still had that much of rationality in his brain.

He just learned to cope with their death.

Or, at least he thought he did until the nightmares kicked in.

'Can I ask them for forgiveness?' A random thought passed through his head.

It was then that it clicked in his head.

Katherine had hinted him to about what they were trying to do in his dreams.

They weren't trying to hurt him like he had thought. They were asking him to put them to rest.

'How should I do that?' He thought as he looked around.

[Maybe burn their organs and store their ashes?] Zephyra gave an idea.

'No, thank you.' Amon instantly replied.

After ramming about it in his head for 5 minutes, he finally arrived at an idea.

'Build a grave for them.' He thought.

And so he stood up.

Blood appeared out of his storage ring and instantly he started picking any flesh or organs that were lying on the ground.

After 10 minutes of successfully picking up everything, he headed back on the first floor and outside the building, into the now-increasing rain.

It had changed from a drizzle into a downpour now.

Since this part was the backward area of the city, it wasn't hard to find a path of land where the stone had been broken.

It was a large patch of soil that was enough to bury them all even though the land was a little

uneven.

Carrying the parts in the air, he was about to manifest his [Blood] element to do the work when suddenly he stopped.

'The least I can do is properly put them to rest through my own work.]

And so he rolled up his sleeves and made a hardened blood shovel before quickly starting to remove the soil.

In roughly 20 minutes of digging, he made a grave large enough for the parts to comfortably

fit in.

He crouched down and started to slowly place each part in the grave with his own hands.

His clothes were fully soaked in mud and rainwater now but he kept working.

The streets were still deserted and so the only sound in the atmosphere was him placing the

parts in and the rattle of raindrops against the ceiling and floor.

After placing them all in, he covered back the grave with dirt before crouching back down.

He joined his hands together and closed his eyes.

"I do not know if my message ever reaches you or if what I'm doing is enough.."

"But I do know that what I did might have been wrong and selfish."

"I can spend my life atoning for my sins and it still wouldn't be enough for the innocent lives

that I had to take..."

"I do not know how many of you had wished to be free or how many of you actually longed for

love...."

"I don't intend for you to say that what I did that day was right or it wasn't my fault..."

"It was my fault and I bear my sins deep in my chest..."

"But...."

"If there's the least bit of sympathy in your heart, I beg at your feet to free me of the curse

that is placed upon me..."

"Please, you may not forgive me but I do not wish for those that are dear to me, to see myself being burdened with this curse..."

"In all hopes and honesty, I truly hope that you can forgive me one day." Amon ended his prayer by once more joining his hands, a single tear escaping from his eye.

And at that moment, a refreshing breeze of air passed through the patch of land where he was crouched down.

It soothingly grazed his cheek and refreshed his whole being, as if the cold air was embracing

him.

As he stood up, he slightly smiled and bowed before turning to leave in the misty fog.

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Arthur Milize stood atop a building in the dark streets of City Centre, seated upon his cane

that was planted into the ground.

Rain fell heavily around him but failed to even enter a meter around his space.

As if it kept being reversed back to never reach him.

But his focus wasn't on that at the moment as he slightly adjusted his monocle to see the boy

who finished his prayer just now.

As the boy stood up and left, a slight smile marred Arthur's features as he stood up as well and

gazed at the boy's back.

"Gravedigger.." His deep voice escaped in a mumble before he turned and melted into the

shadows along with his cane.

And with his disappearance, the rain finally started to rattle at the spot where he was seated

before.

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