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It was something Simone had expected. The Marquis of Barrington came to a mansion where he didn't need to go and disappeared without a trace.
They might think that he ran away in fear since everyone in the mansion was dead, but no one in the group thought that it was the Marquis of Barrington who ran away.
There are corpses and ghosts everywhere. If he had run away, he would have realized that there was no safe place and come back.
But if he didn't come back, it's obvious. He either died from being stupid or he achieved his goal and went back to where he was supposed to go.
They also guessed that the latter was more likely, since the Marquis of Barrington was not a stupid person, whether they looked at him right or left.
Simone wants to believe in the human side and the kindness he showed, but maybe he is a member of the Occult Society.
Although she had guessed so, seeing the Marquis of Barrington here filled her with a deep anger as if she had been unexpectedly betrayed.
“Your Grace.”
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The Marquis of Barrington's quill scratches something on the wooden desk.
“Marquis Barrington.”
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“...Phew.”
Simone closed her eyes in amazement and opened them again, lifting the book of the Marquis of Barrington that she had just closed high into the air.
“Simone? Oh my, I...”
She lightly moved that heavy book... while Geneon was looking back and forth between the book and her in confusion.
“This fucking kid!!!!”
Baaaak!!!
Simone blew off the head of the Marquis of Barrington with the book she was holding.
She was worried that the blow would have been so hard that it might have broken his head and body.
Fortunately, the separation did not occur, but Marquis Barrington completely lost consciousness and passed out.
'...Isn't it? Is he dead?'
Geneon flinched and looked at the Marquis of Barrington, but soon turned his head to Simone at the sound of grumbling coming from above.
“I said, ‘Let’s see.’ You didn’t answer when I called you. Are you going to die?”
“No, Simone. It’s very likely he’s already dead.”
“You did a good job of finding it.”
“...”
“We have to get rid of all those Occult Society brats. I saw what they looked like on my way here.”
“Hey, don’t lose the value of humanity.”
Simone opened the book without even pretending to hear Geneon. Then she frowned.
'What's this.'
Signs of the end began to appear all over the world. People were dying and an ominous atmosphere was in the air. The souls of those who had suffered a terrible death were filled with resentment and were flowing away. Flowing. Flowing again...
The signs of the end began in the eastern country of Luan.
As humans and non-humans gather in one space, the blood of the dead pools like a vast lake, and the blood swells their bodies and kills the living.
Loyal retainers are stationed everywhere to serve the King, and when the nobles of Luan notice this, their cars float all at once and they try to escape, but fail.
The soul will flow and flow towards the King of the Underworld.
People who run away in search of a place to live soon find out.
That there is nowhere in this world to escape to.
The air became heavy. Soon, a black poisonous wind blew across the air, sweeping away thousands of people once again.
The souls of those who died from poison flow and flow to the King of the Underworld. When the world is in ruins, the King's servants will come down to the surface and take the lives of the heroes who prevent the King's resurrection.
The letters were written densely like a Bible. They were written in a rushed manner, making it difficult to read and most of them were incomprehensible, but Simone could tell one thing.
Most of what was written was a direct transcription of events that actually happened.
Parts that describe a sinister world where people die and their souls mingle and kill people again, parts that describe signs of the end, poisonous winds, and the King's servants coming down to earth.
Simone is not sure what this article is about, but based on the current situation, the King is probably a demon King and the King's subjects are demons.
In that case, the heroes who prevent the King's resurrection are Simone and her party, and the servant who came to take their lives would be the one who pierced Simone's stomach and told Abel about the dead demon.
Yeah, she didn't know when she first saw it, but after looking at it letter by letter, she can kind of understand it.
So what is this?
Simone looked at Geneon reflexively. Geneon clicked his tongue as if he already knew the answer and said.
“What if you become a necromancer and don’t even know the true nature of this book? The answer is already out there!”
“What is it?”
“It is a book of prophecy.”
The Book of Prophecy? This? Simone looked at the book again. Geneon frowned.
“Don’t you know even after seeing it? Isn’t it all written down? What has happened up until now?”
“Then this is...”
So you weren't writing down what happened, but what was going to happen?
So the person who committed all this was the Marquis of Barrington who wrote this article?
Simone, who had been lost in thought for a moment, tilted her head and asked.
“But is this a curse?”
It's literally just a prophecy. Simone doesn't know why Marquis Barrington was writing the prophecy while he was out of his mind, but if a prophecy is something that is written only by human hands, then it's not really a curse, right?
Geneon shook his head.
“My child, this is not a prophecy, but a book of prophecy. Depending on how it is written, a book of prophecy can become a holy relic or a curse.”
Geneon has only just come to terms with this situation.
Even though Anasis had commanded the world with great power in the past, Simone wondered how she could create a curse of such a large scale when she was dying right before her execution.
Simone never thought they would use the holy relic for a curse.
What if someone in the Illestone Manor found this book of prophecy? Each relic has a powerful force that can bewitch people.
Since it is a book of prophecy mixed with the power of a curse planted by Anasis, it is certain that whoever discovered it, like the current Marquis of Barrington, would lose their reason and spread out absurdly cruel prophecies.
Of course, there are certainly people like Simone, Abel, and Louis who can overcome the temptation of the holy relic with their mental strength.
Perhaps the previous Grand Duke of Illeston, who discovered this prophecy, was fortunately not deceived and created guidelines to ensure that no one could access the prophecy.
'If I had gotten rid of it as soon as I found it, this wouldn't have happened.'
It would not be easy to destroy a sacred relic, and the Illeston family, who were isolated from the Empire, would have had no way to deal with it.
“Is it something like a Death Note?”
"What?"
Simone's soliloquy stopped Geneon from his thoughts.
“So, what you mean by it depends on how you write it? If you write something in this book of prophecy, it becomes a prophecy and comes true?”
“...Simone!”
Geneon cried out in rare amazement, for in her intensely interested face he caught a glimpse of Anasis's face for a moment.
“You, you, you’re not going to abuse this, are you? Don’t do that. You can’t do that!”
“Yes? Why?”
“Why, why...”
Geneon looked like he was about to cry. She alone did not want to go down the same path as Anasis.
Greed. That was the emotion that Simone, who had great power as a necromancer, had to be most wary of. But now, Simone had an expression that was clearly greedy to anyone who saw it.
“Didn’t you see that man’s condition just now? If you are bewitched by the holy relic and use it, you will eventually be consumed by the holy relic. Just like the saint who went mad after receiving a jewel from Anasis.”
“But isn’t writing this the best way to turn this situation around and save people?”
“...Save people?”
“Yes, that sounds like a really good idea. I’m sure I won’t go crazy.”
Simone chuckled. It was a refreshing and straightforward smile, completely different from Anasis's.
“If you write here, people might come to life.”
Simone said this and stood up, holding the instructions.
Now she finally feels like her suffocating, suffocating body is finally relieved.
She had come this far with the determination to do whatever it took to save them if she could lift the curse, but she was really worried that even if she turned the Occult Society upside down, she wouldn't be able to find a way to save them.
Simone held the manual in her arms and gave the Marquis of Barrington one last pat before leaving the room.
“I think I have a rough idea of how to lift the curse, so let’s go ahead and do it.”
A curse is a curse, and the Occult Society brats need to be tamed. At the very least, since they've come this far, shouldn't they at least stop the Demon King's resurrection?
Simone, whose expression had become more relaxed than before, was walking deeper into the building.
“...”
Suddenly everything became quiet.
Again, just like when she was with Louis earlier, the surrounding sounds completely disappeared as if she had gone deaf.
And then, soon, countless footsteps began to be heard overhead.
It was something Simone had expected. The Marquis of Barrington came to a mansion where he didn't need to go and disappeared without a trace.
They might think that he ran away in fear since everyone in the mansion was dead, but no one in the group thought that it was the Marquis of Barrington who ran away.
There are corpses and ghosts everywhere. If he had run away, he would have realized that there was no safe place and come back.
But if he didn't come back, it's obvious. He either died from being stupid or he achieved his goal and went back to where he was supposed to go.
They also guessed that the latter was more likely, since the Marquis of Barrington was not a stupid person, whether they looked at him right or left.
Simone wants to believe in the human side and the kindness he showed, but maybe he is a member of the Occult Society.
Although she had guessed so, seeing the Marquis of Barrington here filled her with a deep anger as if she had been unexpectedly betrayed.
“Your Grace.”
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The Marquis of Barrington's quill scratches something on the wooden desk.
“Marquis Barrington.”
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“...Phew.”
Simone closed her eyes in amazement and opened them again, lifting the book of the Marquis of Barrington that she had just closed high into the air.
“Simone? Oh my, I...”
She lightly moved that heavy book... while Geneon was looking back and forth between the book and her in confusion.
“This fucking kid!!!!”
Baaaak!!!
Simone blew off the head of the Marquis of Barrington with the book she was holding.
She was worried that the blow would have been so hard that it might have broken his head and body.
Fortunately, the separation did not occur, but Marquis Barrington completely lost consciousness and passed out.
'...Isn't it? Is he dead?'
Geneon flinched and looked at the Marquis of Barrington, but soon turned his head to Simone at the sound of grumbling coming from above.
“I said, ‘Let’s see.’ You didn’t answer when I called you. Are you going to die?”
“No, Simone. It’s very likely he’s already dead.”
“You did a good job of finding it.”
“...”
“We have to get rid of all those Occult Society brats. I saw what they looked like on my way here.”
“Hey, don’t lose the value of humanity.”
Simone opened the book without even pretending to hear Geneon. Then she frowned.
'What's this.'
Signs of the end began to appear all over the world. People were dying and an ominous atmosphere was in the air. The souls of those who had suffered a terrible death were filled with resentment and were flowing away. Flowing. Flowing again...
The signs of the end began in the eastern country of Luan.
As humans and non-humans gather in one space, the blood of the dead pools like a vast lake, and the blood swells their bodies and kills the living.
Loyal retainers are stationed everywhere to serve the King, and when the nobles of Luan notice this, their cars float all at once and they try to escape, but fail.
The soul will flow and flow towards the King of the Underworld.
People who run away in search of a place to live soon find out.
That there is nowhere in this world to escape to.
The air became heavy. Soon, a black poisonous wind blew across the air, sweeping away thousands of people once again.
The souls of those who died from poison flow and flow to the King of the Underworld. When the world is in ruins, the King's servants will come down to the surface and take the lives of the heroes who prevent the King's resurrection.
The letters were written densely like a Bible. They were written in a rushed manner, making it difficult to read and most of them were incomprehensible, but Simone could tell one thing.
Most of what was written was a direct transcription of events that actually happened.
***
Parts that describe a sinister world where people die and their souls mingle and kill people again, parts that describe signs of the end, poisonous winds, and the King's servants coming down to earth.
Simone is not sure what this article is about, but based on the current situation, the King is probably a demon King and the King's subjects are demons.
In that case, the heroes who prevent the King's resurrection are Simone and her party, and the servant who came to take their lives would be the one who pierced Simone's stomach and told Abel about the dead demon.
Yeah, she didn't know when she first saw it, but after looking at it letter by letter, she can kind of understand it.
So what is this?
Simone looked at Geneon reflexively. Geneon clicked his tongue as if he already knew the answer and said.
“What if you become a necromancer and don’t even know the true nature of this book? The answer is already out there!”
“What is it?”
“It is a book of prophecy.”
The Book of Prophecy? This? Simone looked at the book again. Geneon frowned.
“Don’t you know even after seeing it? Isn’t it all written down? What has happened up until now?”
“Then this is...”
So you weren't writing down what happened, but what was going to happen?
So the person who committed all this was the Marquis of Barrington who wrote this article?
Simone, who had been lost in thought for a moment, tilted her head and asked.
“But is this a curse?”
It's literally just a prophecy. Simone doesn't know why Marquis Barrington was writing the prophecy while he was out of his mind, but if a prophecy is something that is written only by human hands, then it's not really a curse, right?
Geneon shook his head.
“My child, this is not a prophecy, but a book of prophecy. Depending on how it is written, a book of prophecy can become a holy relic or a curse.”
Geneon has only just come to terms with this situation.
Even though Anasis had commanded the world with great power in the past, Simone wondered how she could create a curse of such a large scale when she was dying right before her execution.
Simone never thought they would use the holy relic for a curse.
What if someone in the Illestone Manor found this book of prophecy? Each relic has a powerful force that can bewitch people.
Since it is a book of prophecy mixed with the power of a curse planted by Anasis, it is certain that whoever discovered it, like the current Marquis of Barrington, would lose their reason and spread out absurdly cruel prophecies.
Of course, there are certainly people like Simone, Abel, and Louis who can overcome the temptation of the holy relic with their mental strength.
Perhaps the previous Grand Duke of Illeston, who discovered this prophecy, was fortunately not deceived and created guidelines to ensure that no one could access the prophecy.
'If I had gotten rid of it as soon as I found it, this wouldn't have happened.'
It would not be easy to destroy a sacred relic, and the Illeston family, who were isolated from the Empire, would have had no way to deal with it.
“Is it something like a Death Note?”
"What?"
Simone's soliloquy stopped Geneon from his thoughts.
“So, what you mean by it depends on how you write it? If you write something in this book of prophecy, it becomes a prophecy and comes true?”
“...Simone!”
Geneon cried out in rare amazement, for in her intensely interested face he caught a glimpse of Anasis's face for a moment.
“You, you, you’re not going to abuse this, are you? Don’t do that. You can’t do that!”
“Yes? Why?”
“Why, why...”
Geneon looked like he was about to cry. She alone did not want to go down the same path as Anasis.
Greed. That was the emotion that Simone, who had great power as a necromancer, had to be most wary of. But now, Simone had an expression that was clearly greedy to anyone who saw it.
“Didn’t you see that man’s condition just now? If you are bewitched by the holy relic and use it, you will eventually be consumed by the holy relic. Just like the saint who went mad after receiving a jewel from Anasis.”
“But isn’t writing this the best way to turn this situation around and save people?”
“...Save people?”
“Yes, that sounds like a really good idea. I’m sure I won’t go crazy.”
Simone chuckled. It was a refreshing and straightforward smile, completely different from Anasis's.
“If you write here, people might come to life.”
Simone said this and stood up, holding the instructions.
Now she finally feels like her suffocating, suffocating body is finally relieved.
She had come this far with the determination to do whatever it took to save them if she could lift the curse, but she was really worried that even if she turned the Occult Society upside down, she wouldn't be able to find a way to save them.
Simone held the manual in her arms and gave the Marquis of Barrington one last pat before leaving the room.
“I think I have a rough idea of how to lift the curse, so let’s go ahead and do it.”
A curse is a curse, and the Occult Society brats need to be tamed. At the very least, since they've come this far, shouldn't they at least stop the Demon King's resurrection?
Simone, whose expression had become more relaxed than before, was walking deeper into the building.
“...”
Suddenly everything became quiet.
Again, just like when she was with Louis earlier, the surrounding sounds completely disappeared as if she had gone deaf.
And then, soon, countless footsteps began to be heard overhead.
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