Anna is crying. Why did she come to work so early when the sun hadn't risen yet?
Or maybe she hasn't finished work yet?
Anyway, why did she come into Simone's room during non-working hours and start crying all of a sudden?
'Maybe a curse?'
Simone quickly got into position.
It's not like she's been fooled by a familiar face once or twice.
“Ugh!”
The moment Simone put her hand on Anna's back and tried to pour out her mana.
“That kid is real, so don’t do anything weird.”
The voice of the cat Geneon was heard like a knife.
Simone flinched and dropped her hand from Anna.
That's right. That cat can read people's minds too, right?
She guesses being called the world's strongest wizard isn't just a phrase.
Considering that he can use that level of ability in a situation where it is difficult to obtain mana, he must be the owner of considerable ability.
“Just tell me how you are feeling. Your body is not completely healed yet.”
"Please don't talk in front of other people."
As Simone patted Anna and spoke to herself, Geneon clicked his tongue and turned around to head to the window.
Fortunately, Anna was too absorbed in her grief to notice anything was amiss.
“Hey, if Lady Simone dies, I’ll die too-”
“Anna, what are you talking about? Stop talking nonsense and bring me some water.”
Who would die? And to throw away your life so carelessly.
Simone frowned and waved at Anna as if telling her to go out quickly.
“I guess I’ve been lying down for a long time.”
Maybe it was because she had vomited blood, but her throat was so sore that she felt like her vocal cords would snap if she didn't weep.
“Si, Simone..."
“Quickly. It’s really okay.”
“But the blood...”
“Then bring water and a healer too.”
Anna's eyes were filled with regret as if she didn't want to leave Simone, but she had to get the water anyway, so she turned around and added urgently.
“Hey, Simone, I’ll be back quickly. I’ll run and be back! Just, just wait a minute!”
Anna, who had even squeezed a handkerchief into Simone's hand during that short time, left the room in tears.
“What a kind-hearted child. That child is always with you, day and night-”
“Cough! Ugh!”
Ouch. Another lump of blood was spat out from Simone's mouth.
Her hands and clothes were completely stained with blood, so to anyone who saw her, she looked like she was about to die.
As Simone was wiping her hands and clothes with a handkerchief, Geneon jumped onto the bed.
“Your injuries are really bad. It shouldn’t have been that hard. You’re just using your strength recklessly, so it’s bound to hurt.”
“Cough, you were brought back to life by that ignorant force.”
“You don’t know how to use that power. Right now, you’re just going to release mana without knowing anything, but if you keep doing that, you’ll die young.”
“Short-lived?”
“Didn’t you know?”
Simone looked very surprised and Geneon asked as if he found it absurd.
“Who doesn’t know that?”
“Huh? Really?”
“Of course! If you overwork your body, you’ll get internal injuries!”
Ah. For some reason, every time she uses her strength, she falls down.
She thought it was because she was sickly from birth.
If she thinks about it, it's only natural.
Simone asked, easily convinced.
“Then what should I do?”
Geneon looked at Simone, speechless as if he had been struck by a blast.
“I will teach you.”
He was now finally able to tell her what he had wanted to tell her.
“I will teach you everything you can learn. I will be your teacher.”
Although she is an ignorant child who knows nothing, her vessel and the size of her mana, as well as her skills in using that power, are superior to anyone else's.
Above all, she is the only first-generation necromancer in this empire. She is as clean as a sheet of paper, so it will be easy to fill her in.
“If this body teaches you, at least you won’t waste your energy and time like you do now.”
Simone listened quietly to Geneon's words and asked.
"Why?"
"What?"
“Why do you want to teach me? It’s suspicious.”
From Simone's point of view, she will inevitably be suspicious.
She's heard the details, but she can't take Geneon's words at face value. He's connected to Anasis.
There is a strong possibility that all these words are lies intended to deceive Simone.
And since he had already been betrayed by Anasis once, why would he bother to take on a necromancer as his disciple and call himself her master?
Even if he tells Simone this and that, Simone has nothing to offer him in return.
It was such a one-sided favor.
Anasis hasn't been resurrected yet, so it can't be revenge on her.
Naturally, people do not trust those who show favor without thinking.
Geneon's tail swooped down again at the obvious answer.
“I have to get my original body back.”
As someone who handles mana, once you reach Geneon's level, it is difficult to die regardless of what body you have.
It's even harder to die as you get older.
Geneon lived like that for nearly 400 years.
This is similar to the age of the fairy El, and living this long as a human was an amazing achievement, but at the same time, it was also a pain of never-ending boredom.
After going through what felt like an eternity where he wanted to die but couldn't, he now thinks that it's fortunate that he didn't die.
Because if he doesn't leave the cat's body until the day he dies, he won't be able to sleep peacefully.
Without any achievements, and without the passion he once had, he spent 300 years as a cat, almost resigned.
But his chance came too.
A chance to go back.
A chance for revenge.
“I have to go back to the way I was.”
“That’s...”
“And I must stop them from summoning the monster I created with my own hands.”
“Oh, so in exchange for teaching me necromancer skills, you want me to help you return to your original body? Or to stop them from summoning Anasis? Or both?”
“...Ha, that fool.”
Even though he's speaking seriously, she keeps spitting at his every word.
Anasis was at least obedient when she was a disciple.
She can't even play politely.
“But that’s right. As you said, I want you to help me. There’s not much I can do with a cat’s body.”
Although Simone's foolish actions earlier miraculously increased the mana vessel in his body, it wasn't enough.
Just racking your brain for research will quickly tire you out.
Simone, who had been interested for a moment at Geneon's answer, soon became indifferent.
“We must stop Anasis’ summoning. They are already preparing.”
“...What? That, that’s right! Baby, you’re more thoughtful than you look-”
“Not me, but the other kids.”
Uh?
“And I can’t turn a cat back into a human.”
"...Why?"
“Because I can’t do it.”
A man must know his subject.
Geneon's offer to sit down with her one-on-one and teach her about necromancers and magic was quite intriguing, but what he wanted in return was something Simone could not provide.
Stop the Occult Society from summoning Anasis?
Of course, she should do that. She has to do it.
If Anasis' summoning is successful, the first person to be put in danger is Simone.
Don't they want Simone as Anasis' vessel?
So, to protect her body, Simone absolutely had to stop Anasis' summoning.
But Simone has no intention of doing this on her own.
'It's not my role.'
World peace must be protected by warriors.
Anasis' resurrection is a threat to the world.
Unlike Simone, whose goal is to break the curse of the Illestons family and make a quick buck, aren't there those whose only goal is world peace?
Abel and his party. Simone had already asked them to wipe out the Occult Society.
And lifting the curse of Geneon wasn't a matter of wanting to or not wanting to do it, it was simply something that simply couldn't be done.
“I really don’t know. I’m not trying to avoid the suggestion, really.”
She doesn't know much about magic or curses. She can't even read the forbidden books on necromancers on her own, so she has to get help from El. How can she help him with his research?
Simone can't just make empty promises and bluff with his proposal.
But that is not something she would do to Geneon, who has risked his life to lift the curse and prevent Anasis's resurrection.
“Are you saying you can’t help me?”
Geneon's expression has become sullen. He seems to be feeling an unknown emotion, whether it be anger, sadness, or disappointment, but since he has the appearance of a cat, to Simone he just looks like a gloomy cat.
“Hmm.”
Simone was troubled.
There's nothing Simone can do, but honestly, Geneon's offer is too tempting to just let go.
That would be the case, wasn't his last disciple Anasis?
He must be a teacher who has tremendous knowledge and the ability to teach it.
It would be much more helpful than El just explaining it, whether Simone understands or not.
'Besides, I can't use my power like this forever.'
It was a bit too much to faint every time Simone used her strength.
Simone stared at the black cat, which had folded its ears and was silent and then said quietly.
“I said there’s not much I can do. But if you still need a necromancer, then I understand.”
“Huh? What, really?”
Geneon's ears perked up hastily.
“I accept you as my teacher and employee.”
"...What?"
“Accommodation provided.”
The first cat employee was born.
Or maybe she hasn't finished work yet?
Anyway, why did she come into Simone's room during non-working hours and start crying all of a sudden?
'Maybe a curse?'
Simone quickly got into position.
It's not like she's been fooled by a familiar face once or twice.
“Ugh!”
The moment Simone put her hand on Anna's back and tried to pour out her mana.
“That kid is real, so don’t do anything weird.”
The voice of the cat Geneon was heard like a knife.
Simone flinched and dropped her hand from Anna.
That's right. That cat can read people's minds too, right?
She guesses being called the world's strongest wizard isn't just a phrase.
Considering that he can use that level of ability in a situation where it is difficult to obtain mana, he must be the owner of considerable ability.
“Just tell me how you are feeling. Your body is not completely healed yet.”
"Please don't talk in front of other people."
As Simone patted Anna and spoke to herself, Geneon clicked his tongue and turned around to head to the window.
Fortunately, Anna was too absorbed in her grief to notice anything was amiss.
“Hey, if Lady Simone dies, I’ll die too-”
“Anna, what are you talking about? Stop talking nonsense and bring me some water.”
Who would die? And to throw away your life so carelessly.
Simone frowned and waved at Anna as if telling her to go out quickly.
“I guess I’ve been lying down for a long time.”
Maybe it was because she had vomited blood, but her throat was so sore that she felt like her vocal cords would snap if she didn't weep.
“Si, Simone..."
“Quickly. It’s really okay.”
“But the blood...”
“Then bring water and a healer too.”
Anna's eyes were filled with regret as if she didn't want to leave Simone, but she had to get the water anyway, so she turned around and added urgently.
“Hey, Simone, I’ll be back quickly. I’ll run and be back! Just, just wait a minute!”
Anna, who had even squeezed a handkerchief into Simone's hand during that short time, left the room in tears.
“What a kind-hearted child. That child is always with you, day and night-”
“Cough! Ugh!”
Ouch. Another lump of blood was spat out from Simone's mouth.
Her hands and clothes were completely stained with blood, so to anyone who saw her, she looked like she was about to die.
As Simone was wiping her hands and clothes with a handkerchief, Geneon jumped onto the bed.
“Your injuries are really bad. It shouldn’t have been that hard. You’re just using your strength recklessly, so it’s bound to hurt.”
“Cough, you were brought back to life by that ignorant force.”
“You don’t know how to use that power. Right now, you’re just going to release mana without knowing anything, but if you keep doing that, you’ll die young.”
“Short-lived?”
“Didn’t you know?”
Simone looked very surprised and Geneon asked as if he found it absurd.
“Who doesn’t know that?”
“Huh? Really?”
“Of course! If you overwork your body, you’ll get internal injuries!”
Ah. For some reason, every time she uses her strength, she falls down.
She thought it was because she was sickly from birth.
If she thinks about it, it's only natural.
Simone asked, easily convinced.
“Then what should I do?”
Geneon looked at Simone, speechless as if he had been struck by a blast.
“I will teach you.”
He was now finally able to tell her what he had wanted to tell her.
“I will teach you everything you can learn. I will be your teacher.”
Although she is an ignorant child who knows nothing, her vessel and the size of her mana, as well as her skills in using that power, are superior to anyone else's.
Above all, she is the only first-generation necromancer in this empire. She is as clean as a sheet of paper, so it will be easy to fill her in.
“If this body teaches you, at least you won’t waste your energy and time like you do now.”
Simone listened quietly to Geneon's words and asked.
"Why?"
"What?"
“Why do you want to teach me? It’s suspicious.”
From Simone's point of view, she will inevitably be suspicious.
She's heard the details, but she can't take Geneon's words at face value. He's connected to Anasis.
There is a strong possibility that all these words are lies intended to deceive Simone.
And since he had already been betrayed by Anasis once, why would he bother to take on a necromancer as his disciple and call himself her master?
Even if he tells Simone this and that, Simone has nothing to offer him in return.
It was such a one-sided favor.
Anasis hasn't been resurrected yet, so it can't be revenge on her.
Naturally, people do not trust those who show favor without thinking.
Geneon's tail swooped down again at the obvious answer.
“I have to get my original body back.”
As someone who handles mana, once you reach Geneon's level, it is difficult to die regardless of what body you have.
It's even harder to die as you get older.
Geneon lived like that for nearly 400 years.
This is similar to the age of the fairy El, and living this long as a human was an amazing achievement, but at the same time, it was also a pain of never-ending boredom.
After going through what felt like an eternity where he wanted to die but couldn't, he now thinks that it's fortunate that he didn't die.
Because if he doesn't leave the cat's body until the day he dies, he won't be able to sleep peacefully.
Without any achievements, and without the passion he once had, he spent 300 years as a cat, almost resigned.
But his chance came too.
A chance to go back.
A chance for revenge.
“I have to go back to the way I was.”
“That’s...”
“And I must stop them from summoning the monster I created with my own hands.”
“Oh, so in exchange for teaching me necromancer skills, you want me to help you return to your original body? Or to stop them from summoning Anasis? Or both?”
“...Ha, that fool.”
Even though he's speaking seriously, she keeps spitting at his every word.
Anasis was at least obedient when she was a disciple.
She can't even play politely.
“But that’s right. As you said, I want you to help me. There’s not much I can do with a cat’s body.”
Although Simone's foolish actions earlier miraculously increased the mana vessel in his body, it wasn't enough.
Just racking your brain for research will quickly tire you out.
Simone, who had been interested for a moment at Geneon's answer, soon became indifferent.
“We must stop Anasis’ summoning. They are already preparing.”
“...What? That, that’s right! Baby, you’re more thoughtful than you look-”
“Not me, but the other kids.”
Uh?
“And I can’t turn a cat back into a human.”
"...Why?"
“Because I can’t do it.”
A man must know his subject.
Geneon's offer to sit down with her one-on-one and teach her about necromancers and magic was quite intriguing, but what he wanted in return was something Simone could not provide.
Stop the Occult Society from summoning Anasis?
Of course, she should do that. She has to do it.
If Anasis' summoning is successful, the first person to be put in danger is Simone.
Don't they want Simone as Anasis' vessel?
So, to protect her body, Simone absolutely had to stop Anasis' summoning.
But Simone has no intention of doing this on her own.
'It's not my role.'
World peace must be protected by warriors.
Anasis' resurrection is a threat to the world.
Unlike Simone, whose goal is to break the curse of the Illestons family and make a quick buck, aren't there those whose only goal is world peace?
Abel and his party. Simone had already asked them to wipe out the Occult Society.
And lifting the curse of Geneon wasn't a matter of wanting to or not wanting to do it, it was simply something that simply couldn't be done.
“I really don’t know. I’m not trying to avoid the suggestion, really.”
She doesn't know much about magic or curses. She can't even read the forbidden books on necromancers on her own, so she has to get help from El. How can she help him with his research?
Simone can't just make empty promises and bluff with his proposal.
But that is not something she would do to Geneon, who has risked his life to lift the curse and prevent Anasis's resurrection.
“Are you saying you can’t help me?”
Geneon's expression has become sullen. He seems to be feeling an unknown emotion, whether it be anger, sadness, or disappointment, but since he has the appearance of a cat, to Simone he just looks like a gloomy cat.
“Hmm.”
Simone was troubled.
There's nothing Simone can do, but honestly, Geneon's offer is too tempting to just let go.
That would be the case, wasn't his last disciple Anasis?
He must be a teacher who has tremendous knowledge and the ability to teach it.
It would be much more helpful than El just explaining it, whether Simone understands or not.
'Besides, I can't use my power like this forever.'
It was a bit too much to faint every time Simone used her strength.
Simone stared at the black cat, which had folded its ears and was silent and then said quietly.
“I said there’s not much I can do. But if you still need a necromancer, then I understand.”
“Huh? What, really?”
Geneon's ears perked up hastily.
“I accept you as my teacher and employee.”
"...What?"
“Accommodation provided.”
The first cat employee was born.
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