SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar

"NOOOOOOO!!!" I heard someone scream.

I sharply looked in the direction of the noise and found it to be coming from a short distance to my right.

It belonged to a golden-haired man who picked up the bloodied corpse of another golden-haired boy.

"K-Kuzon, please. Not you. Please... don't be... n-not you... I can't lose you too... hicc..."

The man who cried and sobbed endlessly was Kido Midas, Kuzon's uncle, though you'd think he was his father or something just based on how he was acting.

Kuzon was so harsh and cold towards him, yet the man was so warm and kind.

'His death must take a heavy emotional toll on him. I can't bear to see Kido in anguish.'

It was best to revive Kuzon, and pretty much any other person who died on the battlefield.

I owed them that much.

"[The Hanged Man]. [The Magician]. [Spellcraft]."

Combining these three, I was going to have enough energy to undertake the task.

'Reviving people with their bodies alone.'

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"Uwaaaaahhhhhh!!! Jared, thank you so muuuccchhhh!!!" Kido was now hugging me at this point.

His arms were wrapped specifically around my butt as he knelt and placed his head on my crotch while crying.

It felt completely weird.

"Yeah, I got it. Just go spend time with your nephew!" I cried out, detaching myself from his strong hold.

I understood how emotional he was. It would be more illogical if he wasn't, considering he had just seen an actual miracle.

Kuzon, and pretty much every living being in this battlefield were now revived.

As I had these thoughts, the rest of the Outers—those who had been stationed in the other nations included—approached me.

Judging from the smiles on their faces, and my immense sensory prowess, I knew things had gone over smoothly over there.

The war really was over.

"You amaze me every time, Jared. To think you can even raise the dead." Neron smiled at me.

It felt very strange hearing someone like Neron tell me that.

'Didn't he revive almost everyone who died in Ainzlark back then? I'm pretty sure he has done even more crazy things.'

I knew this world's Neron couldn't compete with mine, but it still felt weird.

"I can do a lot of things with the Arcana Spells. I could teach you, but there's no time. I should be returning to my world soon."

"Surely, you could make time for this one Arcana Spell, right?" Karlia burst out, looking a little too enthusiastic.

'Ah... I get it now.' A sad smile formed on my face.

I should have realized it sooner. How dense could I be? The Demon Race Massacre, the lost companions of the Outgroup, the many who had perished before now.

With such a godlike power at their beck and call, it would have been stranger if they didn't desire it.

Unfortunately...

"[The Hanged Man] can only be used on either the Body or Soul. And by body, I mean a healthy, living body."

I could see Karlia's face darken. She must have felt extremely sad—no, that would be an understatement.

After experiencing hope, it was a very brutal thing to be thrust back into despair.

"I'm sorry." I sighed. "Even I have my limits."

The mood was sinking slowly. Even though we won, why did it seem like some us had lost.

'I would have considered leaving the Demons within me in this world, but it's too risky.'

Not only did they have their whole constitution centered around Miasma, but they weren't particularly a peaceful race. The fact that they could be a major threat to this world dissuaded me.

Alternatively looking at it, due to the difference in frequency, they probably wouldn't be able to thrive properly here.

I could probably make the whole arrangement work, but would that really solve the problem?

Karlia had people she lost, and bringing a couple of strangers to live with her wouldn't cut it.

'Besides, with Legris up to something, I can't let go of a majority of my Familiars. They're still useful, after all.'

After considering these factors, I arrived at a dead end.

It began to bring even my mood down.

'Neron, why don't you help out here?' I looked in his direction, but he seemed to be deep in thought.

'What are you thinking about? Your woman is in such a mood, and you're busy in thought?' I wanted to scream at him, but I chose to say nothing.

'Nah, screw it!'

"Neron, you—"

"Jared, I've been thinking..."

Our voices overlapped, causing me to halt in my tracks and consider the words he had to say.

"Based on my understanding of the Arcana Spells; [The Hermit] manipulates time, and [The Hanged Man] can revive the death. Is it not possible that those two aren't mutually exclusive for out purposes?"

My eyes twitched a little once he said this.

"You could turn back time in a given area or on a given target, and then revert them to their desired state."

"I can't interfere with the Soul, though. It's beyond the scope of [The Hermit]."

"I'm not saying it is. That's where [The Hanged Man] comes in. Revert a body to it's optimal state, and then use [The Hanged Man] to revive them."

My eyes slowly widened the more I heard Neron speak.

"Doing this on a wide scale would drain a lot of energy, but if you use [The Magician], it shouldn't be a problem.

'To use the Arcana Spells myself, it's better I use Aether. By condensing the Mana provided by [The Magician], turning it to Aether, I should still be able to use it.'

It was brilliant!

"What do you think, Jared? It's a rough idea, but—"

"It could work!" I beamed, looking at all of them with excitement.

"The Demons. The Elves. Stefan's cousin. The Ainzlark Students. Kuzon's parents. Vaizer's family. And so much more."

It could all work. I could bring them all back!

My heart raced as I made this realization, and my eyes widened more and more with indescribable exhilaration.

"I can't wait to try this out."

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[A/N]

OP Jared. Haaa, so nice to see.