I Became The Academy’s Blind Swordsman - Chapter 187: Miracles That Shouldn’t Happen (2)

... I could see was ‘it’.

A red coffin etched into my focus along with frustration and wailing in my ears.

The instruments were sobbing in low voices.

I had experienced this before countless times.

Highly respected priests in the Holy Land, a young child in the slums whose treatment was delayed or a Templar slain by a demon and left to bleed out in an alley.

All of their deaths were painful since such is the nature of loss.

Until now, I had thought th ...