TRANSMIGRATED AS A GHOST

Taking Gwyneria’s advice to rest, Marcus headed to a room that had been set up for him and promptly laid down atop the bed.

A couple of attendants that had been assigned to him tried to help him change his clothes and take a bath, but he refused and sent them out, as he was really not in the mood to deal with something so annoying right now.

‘I wish Gwyneira had not told everyone that I was the honorary prince recently given my title by the king. I know she did it so that I could go over any other nobles’ head while doing my job here, but I really do not care to be treated so cautiously and courteously by everyone.’

Letting out a sigh while rubbing his face Marcus was feeling the emotional exhaustion of the last week catch up with him.

Not only had he practically been fighting nonstop for multiple days, but when the battle eventually ended, he had immediately gone into healing the survivors in Loursend which had all but fallen into ruin.

When he closed his eyes, he could see countless people that were maimed beyond recognition, as well as those that had already long been dead when brought to him.

There was simply no way he was going to be able to sleep like that, though luckily, he really did not need to sleep in order to recovery._.

‘Hopefully hearing her voice will calm me down.’

Taking out his sending stone, Marcus contacted Mrazivy for the first time in many days, now that he had a moment to do so.

He was certain that she had already been apprised of the situation, but he just wanted to speak with her personally.

It did not take long after he initiated the call that it was picked up, and a panicked voice came out from the other end.

“Marcus are you doing alright? I heard that you had survived the battle, but I have not heard from you in days.”

Upon hearing his fiancé’s voice, Marcus felt an almost immediate sense of relief was over him, and he said, “I am doing fine now Mraz. It has been rough, but everything is progressing, and it could have been a lot worse.”

After giving her some initial reassuring words, he moved on to telling her the details of the battle.

He made sure to tell her everything he could, not wanting her to find out later that he had tired to hide how terribly hard the battle was and what dangers had occurred.

Though when he got to the point where he told her about his sacrificial attack, he could hear her crying on the other end.

“I am sorry that I had to do something like that, but it was the only way to guarantee we could have a shot at winning. And anyway, it was a good opportunity for me to test out my revival unique skill” Marcus said, trying to convey his reasoning.

Of course, that did not really help Mrazivy out in the slightest, and after a few minutes of crying, she said, “Never do anything like that again. I do not think I could handle being told that you blew yourself up another time.”

However, as much as Marcus wanted to tell her he would not do something like that again, he could not.

“Mraz, I wish I could promise you that, but I can’t. If it every came down to it that I had to do the same thing to save you or Lilia, I already know I would be more than willing to sacrifice myself.”

For nearly a minute all that came from the sending stone was silence, before Mrazivy said, “Then I just to need to make sure that I am strong enough to make sure you never have to do something like that.”

Smiling, Marcus could hear the love in her voice, and thanked her for comforting him.

The two of them contoured to talk for around three hours, until one of the attendants assigned to Marcus came in and said that he was needed again in the triage ward.

“I have to go now Mraz, but I will call you again when I have the chance. Hopefully, once everything is wrapped up here, we can just relax for a bit together.”

After giving her agreement to Marcus’ proposal, the two of them said a last quick goodbye and he went back to healing the numerous injured people whose lives had been upturned in the wake of the Doomsday Worm.

…

Weeks went by as Loursend was put back in order. The rubble of collapsed buildings and the bodies of the dead were cleared away in order for the reconstruction process to begin.

Unfortunately, the city’s population was now down to only around thirty-five percent of what it had been before, with the majority of the survivors having been those that hid away in the Ocean Bluff Temple as Marcus had recommended.

Those that had fled or stayed hold up in the city experienced an unimaginable death toll. Either by being caught up in the shockwaves of the battle or being absorbed by the Doomsday Worm’s tendrils.

Right now, only a few dozen buildings still remined standing in the once prosperous city, with the temple to the great spirit of water, and the viceroys castle begin the only two to have escaped undamaged.

The atmosphere was very somber, and many people walked around what was now a tent city in search of their missing relatives. Hoping to somehow find their families after the dislocation caused by this catastrophe.

As for Marcus, once the first two weeks had ended, he had healed everyone that needed his help to recover and was now back to his previous job as a cargo plane.

With his now recently upgraded extra large item box he had eight hundred thousand cubic feet of extra dimensional storage to work with and it was all being put to use.

And while it had certainly cost him a decent amount of skill points, he now pretty much never had to worry about running out of storage space again.

‘Okay that is the last of it.’ Marcus thought as he emptied out one last large crate filled with food.

He had been flying all around the kingdom picking up emergency supplies form dozens of nearby cities that were offering surplus food and clothing to be taken to Loursend.

Yet once he had finished this last drop off, he received a call from Gwyneira.

“Marcus we have done the work that we need to here. I thank you for all you have done, and I am sure you want to rest for a while, but there are a few more things that we need to take care of. The officials from the adventurers guild want to speak with all those involved in the battle. but more importantly Boreas wants to speak with both you and Jaela as people originally from Earth, now that the worst of the damages have been taken care of. So, hurry up and head back to the royal capital, and in three days we will be discus everything that needs to be said at the castle. Until then you are free to as you like.”