I Became the Childhood Friend Who Commits Suicide

Chapter 61

While the apostles were arguing in their meeting, the girl wandered around, inspecting the room she had been shown.

To put it simply, the interior exuded a refined, antique charm, almost like stepping into a medieval castle.

Though it was certainly better than the hideout within the gate where she used to stay, it didn’t exactly feel welcoming. Maybe she’d get used to it in time, but for now, the atmosphere felt a bit off.

At the very least, it was much larger than her previous room, which was a plus. The girl sat on the large bed, enjoying its softness, then looked at the mirror directly in front of her.

She got up and slowly approached the mirror.

“…”

Her eyes met the girl in the mirror. Soft cream-colored hair, innocent eyes—features that inspired a protective instinct.

It was her own appearance, yet it still felt unfamiliar every time she looked. Something about it didn’t sit right with her, and her expression grew slightly troubled.

She cautiously extended her hand as if to grasp the girl in the mirror. But, of course, all she felt was the cold surface of the mirror.

Why did she feel this way? It was difficult to describe—a feeling as if she were looking at someone else, like she had forcibly taken another’s body.

It felt as though she had forgotten something incredibly important that she should never have let slip from her mind. No matter how hard she tried, the memory eluded her, leaving only frustration.

In the end, as always, the girl turned away from the mirror, forcing herself to look forward, as if she could avoid seeing the path she’d traveled.

She wanted to explore the room more, but there was little to see. Only a few essential pieces of furniture were scattered about. The antique decorations, while charming, were intimidating enough that she avoided touching them for fear of breaking them.

Her teacher had instructed her not to leave the room, as he had important matters to discuss. Until then, she had to remain quietly in this dreary space.

After lying down for a while, she stood up and opened the window to look outside.

She saw an endless ocean, stretching to the horizon no matter where she looked.

Well, it was to be expected—the apostles’ temple was located on a deserted island, far from civilization, right in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The nearest land was thousands of kilometers away.

She gazed blankly at the blue sea, watching the refreshing waves roll onto the shore, the fluffy clouds floating in the sky, the flock of seagulls squawking, and even the dolphins leaping in the distance.

It was a peaceful scene, almost like a vacation spot. It wasn’t at all what she had expected.

She had envisioned a darker, gloomier place, something more fitting her teacher’s demeanor.

She had imagined the temple to be more ominous and menacing, like the dark towers where demon kings usually resided in clichéd stories. But instead, it looked like a beautiful, antique European castle on a small, remote island.

As picturesque as it was, she couldn’t help but wonder if its visibility posed a risk. She had even voiced her concerns about it being spotted by satellites or humans.

Her teacher assured her it was secure. Though she didn’t know what measures had been taken, everything was supposedly well-protected.

In the midst of her thoughts, there was a knock on the door.

“Knock, knock.”

“Yes, just a moment.”

The girl stopped her musing and went to open the door.

She had expected her teacher, but instead, a stranger stood before her. Surprised, the girl hesitated at the sight of the unfamiliar face.

Though they were of similar build and height, suggesting they might share the same gender, the woman wore an odd animal mask, similar to her teacher’s.

It was clearly a bird—an eagle or a falcon, perhaps.

The woman in a pink cape bowed her head slightly in greeting.

“Hello, I’m pink falcon.”

“…Oh, hello.”

“May I come in and speak with you for a moment?”

“Uh, sure. Please, come in.”

Somewhat flustered, the girl invited pink falcon inside. After all, she had only been in this room for less than an hour herself.

They sat awkwardly at a table across from each other. There was a teapot and cups on the table, but the girl didn’t move, not wanting to make a mistake.

“Are you an associate of my teacher?”

“You refer to the commander as your teacher, I see.”

The girl realized that this person called her teacher “Commander.”

She knew he was the leader of the apostles but didn’t know much more. Her teacher was quiet by nature, and they hardly ever conversed.

“Let me ask, just to be sure: Are you willing to join the apostles?”

The answer was simple.

“Yes, I want to join.”

“Understood. But to join, you must undergo a test. You’re a human, not a demon.”

She had a general understanding that the apostles were a group of demons and that she, a human, would face a trial. She also knew the basic concept that humans and demons were at odds, each hating the other enough to kill on sight.

“Okay. So, what’s the test?”

“You’ll accompany me on a mission. We’ll leave tomorrow, and I’ll explain the details then.”

—

The apostles usually stayed in the temple unless they were out on specific missions.

Although there were no strict rules about this, Black Goat, the leader, didn’t interfere, as he himself hadn’t stayed in the temple for about half a year while he lived with the Savior.

In this diverse, free-spirited group, gathering everyone in one place was a challenge. Even for Black Goat’s call, four apostles hadn’t shown up.

Among them, there was one who never left and meticulously managed the temple: Red Dragon.

As the strategist of the apostles, Red Dragon fulfilled Black Goat’s request to safeguard the temple in his absence with thorough dedication, much to the annoyance of some apostles.

“Blue Shark, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Huh? Why the sudden fuss?”

“Look at yourself.”

Blue Shark, bewildered, checked her appearance.

“I looked. So, what’s the issue?”

“You’re dropping crumbs from the food you’re eating.”

“…”

Blue Shark, irritated, glanced at the food in her hand—a bag of chips.

“You’re making a big deal out of one chip. Are you saying we’re not allowed to eat here?”

“Of course, you can eat, but if you eat sloppily like that, you’ll make a mess.”

The room chilled as Blue Shark mumbled under her breath. Their glares clashed sharply, almost sparking.

“…What? Sloppy? Are you done?”

“Show some respect in the temple. Avoid uncouth behavior.”

“Oh, come on! It can be cleaned with one spell! Fine, I’m done.”

Blue Shark spat on the floor, then scattered the chips in defiance before storming out. With a cold expression, Red Dragon sighed and used his power.

“This won’t do. They need some proper training soon.”

As more apostles would soon be staying in the temple, a sacred space like this couldn’t be allowed to degrade.

Red Dragon moved on to his next task, heading to the office, a room reserved solely for Black Goat.

“Lord Black Goat, may I enter?”

“Yes, come in.”

Upon seeing Black Goat seated inside, Red Dragon bowed respectfully.

“What is it?”

“I have a question.”

“Ask.”

“When will the ritual take place?”

“Why are you asking already?”

“I only wish to see it done swiftly, now that the Savior is in our hands.”

“You’re bold, daring to rush me.”

“…That wasn’t my intent. I apologize.”

Black Goat’s gaze sharpened. Overwhelmed by his presence, Red Dragon lowered his head in apology.

“I’ll tell you alone: there’s an issue.”

“What kind of issue?”

“The Savior’s power is not complete.”

This was no small matter. Red Dragon realized the gravity of the situation.

“Was there a problem with the resurrection?”

“No, the resurrection was flawless. The Savior died as foretold, revived three days later, and awakened.”

“Then why…?”

“Perhaps it’s related to the loss of memory.”

What should they do?

“What do you intend to do?”

In response to Red Dragon’s question, Black Goat answered,

“We search for the Holy Grail.”

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