“Bad. Ungrateful. Will be punished by heaven.”
The cat continued cursing for a long time as if he was filled with rage just thinking about Anasis.
Simone just sat quietly beside the cat and listened to his swearing.
It's not to hear the cat's anger and sympathize with it.
It was because the strange cat she woke up to was so ridiculously huge that she couldn't think of anything to say.
“You’re going to rot. What have I done for you? I gave you everything I had and nothing, and you’re eating it all and turning me into this? I won’t let you. I won’t let you!”
What are you going to do if you don't leave her alone?
Even as she was absent-minded, Simone took in the cat's short, plump, and dainty body and wagging tail.
What are you going to do with that fat, chubby cat body?
Simone stared at him intently and opened her mouth.
“So what you’re saying is... you took Anasis in as your disciple and taught her well, but then she betrayed you and ran away. Is that what you’re saying?”
“...Baby, my relationship with her isn’t something that can be spoken of so lightly and simply.”
The cat spoke seriously and shed tears at Simone.
“But you, you’re suddenly speaking formally.”
“No, I think there’s a bit of an age difference.”
“You just realized it! Oh my, I thought it looked cool, but it really was!”
"Yes?"
Why are you complaining?
As expected, talking cats are not cute at all. Is it because she knows that there is a person inside, not a cat?
Anyway, I'll ask about the relationship between Anasis and this cat later.
“I don’t really know what’s going on.”
Yeah, that's why Simone acted like an idiot the whole time.
Because she didn't understand what the situation was.
She prides herself on being quite good at understanding situations and being smart. But this is a bit out of the blue, so she guess she’ll either understand it or not.
Simone tried to use the cat's corpse to banish the evil spirit.
And she thought she finally succeeded.
'I've never thought specifically about what would happen to a corpse if the soul that was destroyed was stored in a corpse instead of a magic stone.'
Simone never thought it would turn out like this. She never thought it would happen.
The cat frowned at Simone with a look of disapproval, then sighed.
“Yeah, I guess I should start talking to you from there.”
Let me explain it briefly so that you can understand it easily.
The cat said so and began to explain.
“I was Anasis’s master.”
I heard that.
“But Anasis betrayed me on the day she was raised and placed a curse on my body.”
“A curse? What kind of curse?”
“Aren’t you seeing it now?”
“...A curse that turns you into a cat?”
“Yes... Say something...”
The cat struck Simone's hand with its front paw. But the answer was correct, so he nodded and continued talking.
“Yeah, she made me a cat. She just made me a cat.”
At first, he couldn't speak even if he wanted to, and he couldn't use magic even if he wanted to.
Although his thoughts were still human, Anasis had turned him into a normal, mute cat.
“One, who am I? The strongest wizard in this world-”
“Huh? You’re not a necromancer?”
“...Hey, honey. Don’t interrupt me.”
"Yes."
Since he was said to be Anasis' master, Simone thought he must be a necromancer.
“Ahem. Anyway, as the most powerful magician in the world at the time, through constant study and effort, I soon gained the ability to speak human language and control mana even though I was a cat.”
All of this was possible because he had a genius ability to manipulate mana.
But the source that allowed him to do these things in the body of a cat was ultimately mana.
Even though he was able to do this because he was skilled at handling mana.
Unfortunately, the cat's body had incomparably less mana to store than a human's.
Of course, the difference in ability compared to when he was human was as great as the difference between heaven and earth.
Of course, compared to normal people, he is still strong.
The cat's ears drooped. Its tail also hung down.
“Bad things. Bad things...”
He fed and clothed Anasis as if she were his own child, and taught her everything with all his heart and soul.
“The mana that can be operated in a cat’s body is consumed by speaking the human language and casting simple magic.”
“What if it runs out?”
“This body just becomes an ordinary cat.”
Of course, this is only in appearance. He can't collect a lot of mana, nor can he store it like a human.
What happens if he runs out of mana? He lives as a normal cat and gathers mana to speak and cast magic for a short time.
“Whew. Since the day I was cursed, I have been researching how to return to my original body for 350 years.”
But times change, and until his foolish disciple dies in infamy in the Luan Empire, until all the necromancers in the Empire die out and their seeds dry up, and...
The cat stared at Simone.
The curse could not be lifted until finally a necromancer with the capacity to stand against him was born into this land.
The reason is simple.
'Because it's a cat.'
Speaking human language doesn't take as much effort as he might think. The only problem is that if he tries to do research or use magic with a brain the size of a cat, his mana will run out like a candle blowing out in the wind.
It took about a hundred years just to be able to use mana, and of course, no research was possible.
"Yes."
Simone nodded at the cat's sorrowful confession.
“But why in this mansion...?”
So why did someone like that come to this mansion?
As Anasis' cat, he says he didn't come to spy, but in fact, this is not something that can be easily believed.
The cat pressed its forepaw against Simone's forehead as if asking an obvious question.
“Of course, I came to see you.”
“Me?”
“Of course, even I, the world’s greatest magician, never expected that I would die like that. Hahaha.”
How can you talk about death and resurrection so lightly...
Only when Simone's face turned into a look of bewilderment and disbelief did the cat stop laughing and speak.
“My name is Geneon. I have seen you. It was in the little cabin where I live.”
It was just a short while ago.
When Geneon was hiding in his cabin as a normal cat, a group of suspicious humans came in and took over the cabin.
Geneon hid himself and watched what they were doing.
The scenes of Anasis and Geneon drawing a summoning circle in the cabin where they lived and summoning Anasis.
And even connecting this space with another space.
“I was so surprised that Anasis’ summoning was actually successful. It made the hairs on my body stand on end.”
Simone realized that Geneon's story was about solving the case of the Viscount Delang.
Her eyes sank seriously.
She thought it was quite cozy and warm considering that Anasis was summoned there, but it seemed like it was the cabin where Geneon actually stayed.
Geneon shuddered at the thought of that moment.
300 years after her death. He saw her face again, which he had forgotten, and for a while, he couldn't think of anything.
Looking at Geneon like that, Anasis just smiled with those bloodshot eyes.
'She's still alive.'
Geneon could not forget the first and last words she spoke to him when she looked at him.
He had already exhausted his mana and couldn't even speak, but when he saw Anasis, he couldn't hold back his anger and rushed at her, and for a while, even his mind became like that of a cat.
“But even though my mind has become that of a cat, I haven’t forgotten the memories of that time.”
He wished his memories had just completely disappeared.
He remembers everything from rummaging through trash like a thieving cat to sleeping next to Anasis like nothing happened to him to getting kicked out by the Occult Society or something.
They were all useless memories, but the only memory that was helpful was that of another necromancer in the space connected to the cabin.
It was a memory of Simone.
Geneon came all the way here because he believed that Simone was the only one who could lift his curse and stop the terrible summoning that the Occult Society was about to unleash.
He didn't know that he would die trying to force himself to help her, his only hope.
“But thanks to my death, I got a really nice gift. Hahaha.”
The cat's mana vessel grew significantly larger thanks to Simone's clumsy attempt to use the corpse as a substitute for the magic stone.
Having absorbed all of the mana and even the demon's soul, Geneon now has enough mana to speak and use magic normally for almost a year.
“Hahaha. This is what they call gratitude. Oh! How wonderful!”
What?
In short, then, sealing the soul failed and annihilation succeeded.
Simone glanced at the cat, or rather Geneon, who was smiling with a trembling face.
“Anyway, you have been blessed with a miracle of fortune by saving me. I will gladly be your teacher-”
Bam!
“Hey, Simone, it’s you!!!!”
Just then the door opened wide and Anna came running in, sobbing.
“Are you okay? Ugh!”
“My body? Ah.”
Now that she think about it, she threw up blood and passed out.
“Cough!”
“Simone! Ohhhhh! Don’t die!”
The man is truly a strange animal.
When the person next to her yawns, she suddenly feels like yawning, and when the person next to her coughs, she suddenly feels like coughing.
Just as seeing a wound makes you feel like you're going crazy even if you're not in pain, as soon as Simone heard Anna ask if she was okay, she felt like her internal organs were being twisted and started vomiting blood.
“Ugh!”
Anna cried so hard that she almost fainted. Seeing this, Geneon pressed his forepaw against Anna's temple and said.
“She acts like she’s already paid for your portrait.”
The cat continued cursing for a long time as if he was filled with rage just thinking about Anasis.
Simone just sat quietly beside the cat and listened to his swearing.
It's not to hear the cat's anger and sympathize with it.
It was because the strange cat she woke up to was so ridiculously huge that she couldn't think of anything to say.
“You’re going to rot. What have I done for you? I gave you everything I had and nothing, and you’re eating it all and turning me into this? I won’t let you. I won’t let you!”
What are you going to do if you don't leave her alone?
Even as she was absent-minded, Simone took in the cat's short, plump, and dainty body and wagging tail.
What are you going to do with that fat, chubby cat body?
Simone stared at him intently and opened her mouth.
“So what you’re saying is... you took Anasis in as your disciple and taught her well, but then she betrayed you and ran away. Is that what you’re saying?”
“...Baby, my relationship with her isn’t something that can be spoken of so lightly and simply.”
The cat spoke seriously and shed tears at Simone.
“But you, you’re suddenly speaking formally.”
“No, I think there’s a bit of an age difference.”
“You just realized it! Oh my, I thought it looked cool, but it really was!”
"Yes?"
Why are you complaining?
As expected, talking cats are not cute at all. Is it because she knows that there is a person inside, not a cat?
Anyway, I'll ask about the relationship between Anasis and this cat later.
“I don’t really know what’s going on.”
Yeah, that's why Simone acted like an idiot the whole time.
Because she didn't understand what the situation was.
She prides herself on being quite good at understanding situations and being smart. But this is a bit out of the blue, so she guess she’ll either understand it or not.
Simone tried to use the cat's corpse to banish the evil spirit.
And she thought she finally succeeded.
'I've never thought specifically about what would happen to a corpse if the soul that was destroyed was stored in a corpse instead of a magic stone.'
Simone never thought it would turn out like this. She never thought it would happen.
The cat frowned at Simone with a look of disapproval, then sighed.
“Yeah, I guess I should start talking to you from there.”
Let me explain it briefly so that you can understand it easily.
The cat said so and began to explain.
“I was Anasis’s master.”
I heard that.
“But Anasis betrayed me on the day she was raised and placed a curse on my body.”
“A curse? What kind of curse?”
“Aren’t you seeing it now?”
“...A curse that turns you into a cat?”
“Yes... Say something...”
The cat struck Simone's hand with its front paw. But the answer was correct, so he nodded and continued talking.
“Yeah, she made me a cat. She just made me a cat.”
At first, he couldn't speak even if he wanted to, and he couldn't use magic even if he wanted to.
Although his thoughts were still human, Anasis had turned him into a normal, mute cat.
“One, who am I? The strongest wizard in this world-”
“Huh? You’re not a necromancer?”
“...Hey, honey. Don’t interrupt me.”
"Yes."
Since he was said to be Anasis' master, Simone thought he must be a necromancer.
“Ahem. Anyway, as the most powerful magician in the world at the time, through constant study and effort, I soon gained the ability to speak human language and control mana even though I was a cat.”
All of this was possible because he had a genius ability to manipulate mana.
But the source that allowed him to do these things in the body of a cat was ultimately mana.
Even though he was able to do this because he was skilled at handling mana.
Unfortunately, the cat's body had incomparably less mana to store than a human's.
Of course, the difference in ability compared to when he was human was as great as the difference between heaven and earth.
Of course, compared to normal people, he is still strong.
The cat's ears drooped. Its tail also hung down.
“Bad things. Bad things...”
He fed and clothed Anasis as if she were his own child, and taught her everything with all his heart and soul.
“The mana that can be operated in a cat’s body is consumed by speaking the human language and casting simple magic.”
“What if it runs out?”
“This body just becomes an ordinary cat.”
Of course, this is only in appearance. He can't collect a lot of mana, nor can he store it like a human.
What happens if he runs out of mana? He lives as a normal cat and gathers mana to speak and cast magic for a short time.
“Whew. Since the day I was cursed, I have been researching how to return to my original body for 350 years.”
But times change, and until his foolish disciple dies in infamy in the Luan Empire, until all the necromancers in the Empire die out and their seeds dry up, and...
The cat stared at Simone.
The curse could not be lifted until finally a necromancer with the capacity to stand against him was born into this land.
The reason is simple.
'Because it's a cat.'
Speaking human language doesn't take as much effort as he might think. The only problem is that if he tries to do research or use magic with a brain the size of a cat, his mana will run out like a candle blowing out in the wind.
It took about a hundred years just to be able to use mana, and of course, no research was possible.
"Yes."
Simone nodded at the cat's sorrowful confession.
“But why in this mansion...?”
So why did someone like that come to this mansion?
As Anasis' cat, he says he didn't come to spy, but in fact, this is not something that can be easily believed.
The cat pressed its forepaw against Simone's forehead as if asking an obvious question.
“Of course, I came to see you.”
“Me?”
“Of course, even I, the world’s greatest magician, never expected that I would die like that. Hahaha.”
How can you talk about death and resurrection so lightly...
Only when Simone's face turned into a look of bewilderment and disbelief did the cat stop laughing and speak.
“My name is Geneon. I have seen you. It was in the little cabin where I live.”
It was just a short while ago.
When Geneon was hiding in his cabin as a normal cat, a group of suspicious humans came in and took over the cabin.
Geneon hid himself and watched what they were doing.
The scenes of Anasis and Geneon drawing a summoning circle in the cabin where they lived and summoning Anasis.
And even connecting this space with another space.
“I was so surprised that Anasis’ summoning was actually successful. It made the hairs on my body stand on end.”
Simone realized that Geneon's story was about solving the case of the Viscount Delang.
Her eyes sank seriously.
She thought it was quite cozy and warm considering that Anasis was summoned there, but it seemed like it was the cabin where Geneon actually stayed.
Geneon shuddered at the thought of that moment.
300 years after her death. He saw her face again, which he had forgotten, and for a while, he couldn't think of anything.
Looking at Geneon like that, Anasis just smiled with those bloodshot eyes.
'She's still alive.'
Geneon could not forget the first and last words she spoke to him when she looked at him.
He had already exhausted his mana and couldn't even speak, but when he saw Anasis, he couldn't hold back his anger and rushed at her, and for a while, even his mind became like that of a cat.
“But even though my mind has become that of a cat, I haven’t forgotten the memories of that time.”
He wished his memories had just completely disappeared.
He remembers everything from rummaging through trash like a thieving cat to sleeping next to Anasis like nothing happened to him to getting kicked out by the Occult Society or something.
They were all useless memories, but the only memory that was helpful was that of another necromancer in the space connected to the cabin.
It was a memory of Simone.
Geneon came all the way here because he believed that Simone was the only one who could lift his curse and stop the terrible summoning that the Occult Society was about to unleash.
He didn't know that he would die trying to force himself to help her, his only hope.
“But thanks to my death, I got a really nice gift. Hahaha.”
The cat's mana vessel grew significantly larger thanks to Simone's clumsy attempt to use the corpse as a substitute for the magic stone.
Having absorbed all of the mana and even the demon's soul, Geneon now has enough mana to speak and use magic normally for almost a year.
“Hahaha. This is what they call gratitude. Oh! How wonderful!”
What?
In short, then, sealing the soul failed and annihilation succeeded.
Simone glanced at the cat, or rather Geneon, who was smiling with a trembling face.
“Anyway, you have been blessed with a miracle of fortune by saving me. I will gladly be your teacher-”
Bam!
“Hey, Simone, it’s you!!!!”
Just then the door opened wide and Anna came running in, sobbing.
“Are you okay? Ugh!”
“My body? Ah.”
Now that she think about it, she threw up blood and passed out.
“Cough!”
“Simone! Ohhhhh! Don’t die!”
The man is truly a strange animal.
When the person next to her yawns, she suddenly feels like yawning, and when the person next to her coughs, she suddenly feels like coughing.
Just as seeing a wound makes you feel like you're going crazy even if you're not in pain, as soon as Simone heard Anna ask if she was okay, she felt like her internal organs were being twisted and started vomiting blood.
“Ugh!”
Anna cried so hard that she almost fainted. Seeing this, Geneon pressed his forepaw against Anna's temple and said.
“She acts like she’s already paid for your portrait.”
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