“What the heck is going on!”
The masked men screamed.
No matter how strong the Crown Prince is, he is still a Crown Prince.
He never thought he would be unilaterally defeated by an opponent who obviously had little practical experience.
He never thought the Crown Prince would raise his sword.
The essence of the sword is something that can only be acquired through harsh combat experience and long-term training.
It is not something that can be obtained just through effort. Swordsmanship requires both effort and talent.
Many people have trained in swordsmanship their entire lives but are frustrated because they can't even show their sword spirit. How about the Crown Prince?
But this was natural from Simone's point of view.
Isn't he the protagonist's colleague? To become the protagonist's colleague, one must naturally have talent, effort, and potential.
And that's not all? From Louis' perspective, these were days when his swordsmanship skills could only get stronger.
Because Louis would have gained much more from spending a year with Abel than from training for ten years.
If they were to underestimate Louis and try to engage in a battle of numbers, they would naturally be no match for him.
Their extremely embarrassed faces seemed to be visible through their masks.
In reality, they were perplexed.
Only two people entered the academic building.
Initially, they had anticipated that several people of interest, such as Abel and Orkan, would come in, so they deployed a large number of combat personnel.
Only two people were holding it back.
Louis takes the lead and cuts down the fighters, Simone takes care of those he misses and sweeps away the additional fighters who come to support with black mana.
On the other hand, when approaching Simone, who seems to have difficulty in close combat, Louis comes in the blink of an eye and blocks her way.
It was truly a fantastic chemistry.
'As if they had fought together.'
He's heard that Simone became acquainted with the royal family after lifting the Emperor's curse, but he's never fought alongside her.
The leader of the masked men frowned and pushed the back of the subordinate who was hesitating next to him.
“What are you doing? Aren’t you going? Go! Kill those guys!”
“Ugh, ugh... But...!”
You want me to go there when people are dying as soon as I go?
But he had no choice but to raise his sword while crying. He had no choice. It was all the same whether he died at the hands of Louis and Simone or at the hands of his superiors.
At that moment, Louis, who had cut down all the enemies who had been fighting before, wiped the blood off his sword and asked the leader.
“Are all the reinforcements here? Or are there more?”
The leader spoke with a forced smile, gritting his teeth.
“Haha! Your Highness the Crown Prince. Shall we tell you that?”
After hearing his words, Louis's fierce expression disappeared and he nodded to Simone.
“I guess there aren’t any left? I can handle this number by myself. Can you go by yourself, Simone?”
Simone clicked her tongue in disbelief and walked leisurely.
“Of course. They’re not the best. Quickly deal with them and follow me.”
"Yes!"
He says that he smears blood on his face and makes it look straight.
It seemed like he had changed a bit after hanging out with Abel. Simone shook her head and passed the enemies who had formed a hill while still cut by Louis's swords.
As expected, a masked man blocked her path.
“Hey, are we funny?”
He was a leader who stood quietly at the back while diligently pushing his subordinates to their deaths.
Simone shrugged.
“Oh, that’s funny?”
"...What?"
“If you want to fall down without getting hurt anymore, you’d better get out of my way.”
It's half-empty boasting and half-sincere.
He could kill him painfully in one blow, but if he allowed his attack to happen, it would be Simone who would suffer in return.
Simone is strong at long range, but weak at close range and with force.
Fortunately, Simone's threats were half-effective.
“...Damn, if only it weren’t for those eyes.”
Red glowing eyes. They are the eyes of the god they worship. There is an irresistible power in those eyes.
And even without that, the masked men couldn't stop Simone.
“Do you think I’m funny?”
Because he had to face the sword of the Crown Prince who rushed at him like her escort knight.
Simone took advantage of the gap between their gazes and the tips of their swords being turned towards Louis and walked again.
Simone, who had been walking faster, finally started running. Geneon said, following her impatient running.
“There’s no need to use detection magic. If it’s a curse this big, you should be able to sense it just by being nearby.”
“I know.”
Simone said with a cold face.
“Because I’ve been feeling it since a while ago.”
As soon as Simone stepped outside the Occult Society building, she felt the presence of a curse.
It continued to pour out curses like a wave that never stopped crashing down.
It's not really that far away.
That's why Simone made a promise.
“Found it! The necromancer is here- Huh? Eeeeek!!!!!”
The man in fancy attire who had discovered her and was shouting was instantly blown up by the black mana shot by Simone and disappeared.
There was no hesitation in killing.
Judging by his attire, he is probably a nobleman. He has sent a signal to someone, and soon the armed men who will attack Simone will rush in, and Simone will kill them without hesitation.
Today, she felt to her bones that the Occult Society and Anasis are not opponents that can be avoided.
A group that carries out a plan to resurrect the Demon King who killed and sealed people into pieces and turned them into a sacrifice for people like Anasis, without even feeling any guilt.
Those who want to revive Anasis and finally fulfill the purpose they were unable to fulfill.
It literally has to be completely eliminated. It has to be completely eliminated.
Not only the Occult Society but also its members. Everyone was involved in this incident.
So that the people she cherishes and cares for will never suffer again.
Geneon, who had read her thoughts, said with a complicated expression.
“But don’t lose the value of people and life.”
That's the only difference between Anasis and Simone.
And finally, Simone arrived at a door.
The aura of a curse was leaking out through the crack in the door.
“It's here.”
“I see. I guess we’ll finally be able to find out what the curse is.”
Simone opened the door with one hand while drawing mana with the other.
At that moment.
Wheeing!
The air that had been leaking out through the crack in the door turned into a gust of wind and hit Simone hard when the door was opened.
It is rare, if not almost rare, for the cursed energy to strike a person in the form of wind, but it does this.
'What on earth were you doing in this room?'
Simone straightened her disheveled hair, tied it up tightly, and entered the room without hesitation.
The aura of the curse still pervaded Simone's vision, making it impossible for her to see ahead, but she was still able to make out what the madman in the room was doing from the sounds she could hear.
Square square square square square square square square square square
A person. No, someone who was indistinguishable from a corpse, a person, or a spirit was writing something.
He was scribbling something in a hurry in a book as large and thick as the mansion's manual.
The man didn't even turn around at the sound of Simone's presence, either because he was so focused that he didn't even notice her coming in, or because he was doing something so important that he didn't even notice her coming in.
Simone moved closer to him and looked at the book.
'What is that?'
The King will rise again and be absorbed by our God The King will rise again and be absorbed by our God The King will rise again and be absorbed by our God The King will rise again and be absorbed by our God god
What did you write? It was written so roughly and dripping with water, whether it was the writer's sweat, saliva, or tears, it was even harder to read because it was smudged.
Simone turned her gaze to the man.
First, let's get this guy out of the way and think about-
"...Uh?"
The black clouds that had been obscuring her vision slowly disappeared as if ventilation had ended.
Thanks to that, the identity of the man who wrote the strange writing in this strange book was also revealed.
Simone's eyes grew cold and slowly began to glow red.
The mana that had been rising like smoke above her hand slowly grew larger and soon took shape.
Geneon clicked his tongue and ran out of the room as if he didn't want to see it.
A cold silence.
Simone forcefully closed the book. Nevertheless, the man's hands continued to move. It was as if his reason had already flown away and only his instinct to 'write' remained.
Simone opened her mouth in a heavy voice.
“You have to speak well if you want to live.”
“...”
“What are you doing here, Marquis Barrington?”
The masked men screamed.
No matter how strong the Crown Prince is, he is still a Crown Prince.
He never thought he would be unilaterally defeated by an opponent who obviously had little practical experience.
He never thought the Crown Prince would raise his sword.
The essence of the sword is something that can only be acquired through harsh combat experience and long-term training.
It is not something that can be obtained just through effort. Swordsmanship requires both effort and talent.
Many people have trained in swordsmanship their entire lives but are frustrated because they can't even show their sword spirit. How about the Crown Prince?
But this was natural from Simone's point of view.
Isn't he the protagonist's colleague? To become the protagonist's colleague, one must naturally have talent, effort, and potential.
And that's not all? From Louis' perspective, these were days when his swordsmanship skills could only get stronger.
Because Louis would have gained much more from spending a year with Abel than from training for ten years.
If they were to underestimate Louis and try to engage in a battle of numbers, they would naturally be no match for him.
Their extremely embarrassed faces seemed to be visible through their masks.
In reality, they were perplexed.
Only two people entered the academic building.
Initially, they had anticipated that several people of interest, such as Abel and Orkan, would come in, so they deployed a large number of combat personnel.
Only two people were holding it back.
Louis takes the lead and cuts down the fighters, Simone takes care of those he misses and sweeps away the additional fighters who come to support with black mana.
On the other hand, when approaching Simone, who seems to have difficulty in close combat, Louis comes in the blink of an eye and blocks her way.
It was truly a fantastic chemistry.
'As if they had fought together.'
He's heard that Simone became acquainted with the royal family after lifting the Emperor's curse, but he's never fought alongside her.
The leader of the masked men frowned and pushed the back of the subordinate who was hesitating next to him.
“What are you doing? Aren’t you going? Go! Kill those guys!”
“Ugh, ugh... But...!”
You want me to go there when people are dying as soon as I go?
But he had no choice but to raise his sword while crying. He had no choice. It was all the same whether he died at the hands of Louis and Simone or at the hands of his superiors.
At that moment, Louis, who had cut down all the enemies who had been fighting before, wiped the blood off his sword and asked the leader.
“Are all the reinforcements here? Or are there more?”
The leader spoke with a forced smile, gritting his teeth.
“Haha! Your Highness the Crown Prince. Shall we tell you that?”
After hearing his words, Louis's fierce expression disappeared and he nodded to Simone.
“I guess there aren’t any left? I can handle this number by myself. Can you go by yourself, Simone?”
Simone clicked her tongue in disbelief and walked leisurely.
“Of course. They’re not the best. Quickly deal with them and follow me.”
"Yes!"
He says that he smears blood on his face and makes it look straight.
It seemed like he had changed a bit after hanging out with Abel. Simone shook her head and passed the enemies who had formed a hill while still cut by Louis's swords.
As expected, a masked man blocked her path.
“Hey, are we funny?”
He was a leader who stood quietly at the back while diligently pushing his subordinates to their deaths.
Simone shrugged.
“Oh, that’s funny?”
"...What?"
“If you want to fall down without getting hurt anymore, you’d better get out of my way.”
It's half-empty boasting and half-sincere.
He could kill him painfully in one blow, but if he allowed his attack to happen, it would be Simone who would suffer in return.
Simone is strong at long range, but weak at close range and with force.
Fortunately, Simone's threats were half-effective.
“...Damn, if only it weren’t for those eyes.”
Red glowing eyes. They are the eyes of the god they worship. There is an irresistible power in those eyes.
And even without that, the masked men couldn't stop Simone.
“Do you think I’m funny?”
Because he had to face the sword of the Crown Prince who rushed at him like her escort knight.
Simone took advantage of the gap between their gazes and the tips of their swords being turned towards Louis and walked again.
Simone, who had been walking faster, finally started running. Geneon said, following her impatient running.
“There’s no need to use detection magic. If it’s a curse this big, you should be able to sense it just by being nearby.”
“I know.”
Simone said with a cold face.
“Because I’ve been feeling it since a while ago.”
As soon as Simone stepped outside the Occult Society building, she felt the presence of a curse.
It continued to pour out curses like a wave that never stopped crashing down.
It's not really that far away.
That's why Simone made a promise.
“Found it! The necromancer is here- Huh? Eeeeek!!!!!”
The man in fancy attire who had discovered her and was shouting was instantly blown up by the black mana shot by Simone and disappeared.
There was no hesitation in killing.
Judging by his attire, he is probably a nobleman. He has sent a signal to someone, and soon the armed men who will attack Simone will rush in, and Simone will kill them without hesitation.
Today, she felt to her bones that the Occult Society and Anasis are not opponents that can be avoided.
A group that carries out a plan to resurrect the Demon King who killed and sealed people into pieces and turned them into a sacrifice for people like Anasis, without even feeling any guilt.
Those who want to revive Anasis and finally fulfill the purpose they were unable to fulfill.
It literally has to be completely eliminated. It has to be completely eliminated.
Not only the Occult Society but also its members. Everyone was involved in this incident.
So that the people she cherishes and cares for will never suffer again.
Geneon, who had read her thoughts, said with a complicated expression.
“But don’t lose the value of people and life.”
That's the only difference between Anasis and Simone.
And finally, Simone arrived at a door.
The aura of a curse was leaking out through the crack in the door.
“It's here.”
“I see. I guess we’ll finally be able to find out what the curse is.”
Simone opened the door with one hand while drawing mana with the other.
At that moment.
Wheeing!
The air that had been leaking out through the crack in the door turned into a gust of wind and hit Simone hard when the door was opened.
It is rare, if not almost rare, for the cursed energy to strike a person in the form of wind, but it does this.
'What on earth were you doing in this room?'
Simone straightened her disheveled hair, tied it up tightly, and entered the room without hesitation.
The aura of the curse still pervaded Simone's vision, making it impossible for her to see ahead, but she was still able to make out what the madman in the room was doing from the sounds she could hear.
Square square square square square square square square square square
A person. No, someone who was indistinguishable from a corpse, a person, or a spirit was writing something.
He was scribbling something in a hurry in a book as large and thick as the mansion's manual.
The man didn't even turn around at the sound of Simone's presence, either because he was so focused that he didn't even notice her coming in, or because he was doing something so important that he didn't even notice her coming in.
Simone moved closer to him and looked at the book.
'What is that?'
The King will rise again and be absorbed by our God The King will rise again and be absorbed by our God The King will rise again and be absorbed by our God The King will rise again and be absorbed by our God god
What did you write? It was written so roughly and dripping with water, whether it was the writer's sweat, saliva, or tears, it was even harder to read because it was smudged.
Simone turned her gaze to the man.
First, let's get this guy out of the way and think about-
"...Uh?"
The black clouds that had been obscuring her vision slowly disappeared as if ventilation had ended.
Thanks to that, the identity of the man who wrote the strange writing in this strange book was also revealed.
Simone's eyes grew cold and slowly began to glow red.
The mana that had been rising like smoke above her hand slowly grew larger and soon took shape.
Geneon clicked his tongue and ran out of the room as if he didn't want to see it.
A cold silence.
Simone forcefully closed the book. Nevertheless, the man's hands continued to move. It was as if his reason had already flown away and only his instinct to 'write' remained.
Simone opened her mouth in a heavy voice.
“You have to speak well if you want to live.”
“...”
“What are you doing here, Marquis Barrington?”
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