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"You should be satisfied." That illusory gaze descended from far above, enveloping Benson.
"At least you received a substantial pension."
"Klein..."
Benson's face suddenly turned deathly pale. He swayed on his feet and slumped against the chair beside him.
He could no longer speak.
Dead, Klein thought.
In short, that was how it was. Klein Moretti's life officially ended at this moment.
He slowly exhaled, watching Benson's expression through the prayer scene. He had to admit that he felt guilty, but once again told himself that this really was the truth-letting their younger brother die a hero was the best ending. More importantly, Klein had died before he even became a hero-but Benson and Melissa would certainly prefer the former version.
There was therefore no need to append a story about how "Klein Moretti walked out of his grave, became a Beyonder, and worked his way up to become an evil god." It would make the continuation of this somewhat sad yet ordinary little story sound like a drunken Beyonder's flight of fancy.
Klein decided to observe Benson's expression first. In his memories, Benson had never been a fragile person. After their parents died, Benson, who had only just reached adulthood and started working, suddenly became the mainstay of the family. He had to support his younger brother and sister on his less-than-generous salary, doing his best to give them a place to live, food to eat, and an education, while hoping that Klein would succeed in his studies.
Benson was undoubtedly mature and steadfast. It was just that something like "his younger brother suddenly coming back from the dead, only for him to suddenly learn that he had been dead all along"... did seem rather overwhelming for an ordinary person.
"That should be enough."
Klein felt a