“What happened...”
Simone looked at the amulet that had been reduced to ashes in vain.
No, this isn't an academy. It's like you were thrown into a den of ghosts and crawled out. What did you do there to damage the amulet like this?
“This is, so... Haha.”
As Jace awkwardly tried to put the amulet back in his pocket, Simone tugged it out of his hands in shock.
“Why are you putting it back in when it’s already no longer effective? I’ll give you a new one, so throw this one away.”
Even though the world's constitution is like that, it seems like Jace gathered all the ghosts in the academy to the point of burning all the talismans that were given to him.
What on earth is going on with the Academy...Oh my God, oh my God.
Jace hurriedly opened his mouth to explain himself as Simone mumbled so quickly that he couldn't even understand her.
“Oh, as expected, Lady Simone, you seem to see something in me. Actually, there is a circumstance for this.”
"circumstances?"
“Yes, that’s actually recently...”
“Jace, you’re still here.”
Just as Jace was about to say something, Florier came over to them with a bright smile.
“Father is waiting. Jace, Simone. Let’s go to the restaurant quickly. If you have anything to say, say it there.”
“Oh, yes!”
Simone and Jace were pushed into the restaurant by Florier.
“I can’t tell you how thankful I am that you seem okay.”
"Yes?"
What does this mean? Simone looked at Jace at Florier's words. Jace shook his head with a bitter expression.
“I’m okay, but I’m not feeling well. I’m worried about my classmates.”
It seemed like there was a topic of conversation that only Simone knew about.
“Yes, it is truly a pity. I can’t even imagine how worried your father must have been.”
A short conversation continued on the way to the restaurant. Simone tried to listen in on their conversation with a curious face, but unfortunately, they arrived at the restaurant.
“You came.”
“Father, it’s been a while.”
Grand Duke Illeston, who had arrived at the restaurant first, welcomed them, and Jace responded to his hospitality with a different kind of politeness than usual.
A rare family dinner. Thanks to the faces they hadn't seen in a long time, the dinner was very harmonious even though they were a group of people who didn't talk much.
“Yeah, I guess it was hard to adjust since I haven’t met many friends my age until now.”
Even after being freed from the curse, Jace only stayed in the mansion, and the only people he could talk to were Simone, the Crown Prince Louis, and Abel, who he rarely met when he went on adventures.
Even so, since they were all people who were far from ordinary, it would have been difficult for Jace to develop social skills.
“Still, I felt relieved because everyone treated me so kindly.”
“That’s really fortunate. If anyone is bothering you, just tell me. I’ll do something about it.”
“No, Mother. Everyone is really kind. Studying is fun, and I’m starting to enjoy swordsmanship more and more..."
“But I’m worried.”
Florier, who had been happily listening to Jace's story, interrupted him and let out a sigh.
Simone, who had been silently concentrating on her steak, raised her head and looked at her.
“Students keep dying at the academy. What on earth is going on?”
“Dying student?”
Simone's gaze turned to the student ghosts clinging to Jace's shoulders like a mountain.
Are you talking about that?
“Ah, Simone, I’m sorry. I think you’ve been wondering since earlier.”
“Is this the same thing you were worried about earlier?”
Florier nodded.
“Yes, that’s right. But I didn’t tell you because it was an academy matter.”
Jace put down his knife and fork and said.
“Actually, there’s something I wanted to ask you, Simone.”
“What?”
Simone's expression as she asked politely was the epitome of indifference.
There's a ghost hanging from Jace's shoulder. The amulet she gave him is completely destroyed. And students keep dying at the Academy.
Even if she tries to guess the exact answer, isn't it obvious that it's going to be dangerous and a headache?
Simone doesn't know about anything else, but a ghost that is strong enough to kill a person has a significant grudge, and it is likely to be very powerful.
Isn't that a fact that can be known just by looking at the damage to Simone's amulet?
But.
“...Should I not say anything?”
Jace read Simone's expression and asked with a look of surprise. Simone furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head.
“Don’t worry about it and keep talking.”
Rather, it was an interesting story.
'A strange phenomenon that occurs in places where many people gather.'
This is definitely different from the Millie incident. It's hard to say that it was the work of a ghost brought in by Jace... how should I put it, it smells even worse because of the experience.
It didn't seem like there was any harm in letting it go unless Simone had to step in and solve it.
Jace nodded and continued.
“It’s a story about a series of suicides among students at the academy.”
“A serial suicide case?”
“Yes. All the students at the Academy have been telling me that since before I entered.”
“If it was before you entered school...”
Jace answered with a serious face as if agreeing with her words.
“Yes, it’s not a curse I brought upon myself. It’s a story that has been going on at this academy for the past six months.”
Simone closed her eyes.
This was half a year ago when the Occult Society was still in operation.
“Simone?”
“Keep talking.”
“Oh, yes! The first suicide incident that happened was half a year ago when a third-year senior jumped from the rooftop.”
Jace began to tell the story one by one, moistening his dry lips.
It is said that students who commit suicide by jumping from rooftops all have warning signs.
First, at some point, he started to suddenly become haggard, tired, and physically weak, and even running became difficult.
Second, he dreams of being chased by something and refuses to sleep because of it. He also becomes coarse in speech and mumbles incomprehensible words.
Third, he repeatedly runs down the hallway screaming just before committing suicide.
Then one day he climbs up to the rooftop and commits suicide.
Half a year ago, the first student suffered from the above symptoms and took his own life. There was no will.
However, while some people felt sorry and sad about the student's death, no one questioned it.
They thought that because the family had put a lot of pressure on them to do well in school from the beginning and they were also carrying a lot of burden, they probably couldn't overcome the psychological burden to the point where they didn't even bother to leave behind a will.
A month later, a second student committed suicide. There was no will.
Unlike the first time, this time everyone was puzzled by his death.
Why on earth? For what reason all of a sudden?
That would be the case, because the second student grew up in a loving, harmonious family and had smooth relationships with his peers, so he had no particular reason to commit suicide.
That person, who had been sick for some time, started to feel unwell, and one night, while screaming and running around the hallway of the dormitory, he fell from the rooftop and died.
His death left many questions unanswered even after his death.
Why did he die?
How did he get in and open the locked rooftop door after the first student's suicide?
Why was he dead with such a terrified face?
In just one month, two people died.
As the atmosphere at the academy grew increasingly strange, a third suicide occurred.
His death gave rise to numerous horror stories and rumors among the students of the Academy.
The third student is said to have told his dream to his friends and teacher repeatedly just before he died.
In his dreams, someone is chasing him. The two students who have died so far and many more students covered in blood are chasing him.
It was just a dream, but on the day of his suicide, he left a note saying, "I can't tell if this is a dream or reality," and jumped from the rooftop to his death. Rumors began to spread that perhaps this school was under a curse related to dreams.
The hypothesis was further supported by the fact that the first and second students who committed suicide also had trouble sleeping.
And then three more died for the same reason, with faces filled with fear, like the others, after opening the locked rooftop door.
Six in just half a year, and one more just last week.
The students at the Academy began to tremble in anxiety. No matter how much they thought about it, they could not understand why these deaths had occurred unless someone had killed them intentionally.
What on earth happened to them?
Murderer? Curse? Or planned mass suicide?
But Jace thought. The amulets that had been reduced to ashes shortly after entering school, the gloomy atmosphere felt throughout the school and dormitory.
And this is the sound that the student who committed suicide this time shouted while running down the hallway right before committing suicide.
Jace heard the voice.
I have to wake up... Quickly... I have to wake up... S, please save me... I have to wake up... I have to wake up...
The sound of someone desperately crying out because they wanted to live so badly.
So, when Jace met Simone, he wanted to ask her.
This must be the work of a ghost. If so, how can they prevent the students' deaths?
Simone looked at the amulet that had been reduced to ashes in vain.
No, this isn't an academy. It's like you were thrown into a den of ghosts and crawled out. What did you do there to damage the amulet like this?
“This is, so... Haha.”
As Jace awkwardly tried to put the amulet back in his pocket, Simone tugged it out of his hands in shock.
“Why are you putting it back in when it’s already no longer effective? I’ll give you a new one, so throw this one away.”
Even though the world's constitution is like that, it seems like Jace gathered all the ghosts in the academy to the point of burning all the talismans that were given to him.
What on earth is going on with the Academy...Oh my God, oh my God.
Jace hurriedly opened his mouth to explain himself as Simone mumbled so quickly that he couldn't even understand her.
“Oh, as expected, Lady Simone, you seem to see something in me. Actually, there is a circumstance for this.”
"circumstances?"
“Yes, that’s actually recently...”
“Jace, you’re still here.”
Just as Jace was about to say something, Florier came over to them with a bright smile.
“Father is waiting. Jace, Simone. Let’s go to the restaurant quickly. If you have anything to say, say it there.”
“Oh, yes!”
Simone and Jace were pushed into the restaurant by Florier.
“I can’t tell you how thankful I am that you seem okay.”
"Yes?"
What does this mean? Simone looked at Jace at Florier's words. Jace shook his head with a bitter expression.
“I’m okay, but I’m not feeling well. I’m worried about my classmates.”
It seemed like there was a topic of conversation that only Simone knew about.
“Yes, it is truly a pity. I can’t even imagine how worried your father must have been.”
A short conversation continued on the way to the restaurant. Simone tried to listen in on their conversation with a curious face, but unfortunately, they arrived at the restaurant.
“You came.”
“Father, it’s been a while.”
Grand Duke Illeston, who had arrived at the restaurant first, welcomed them, and Jace responded to his hospitality with a different kind of politeness than usual.
A rare family dinner. Thanks to the faces they hadn't seen in a long time, the dinner was very harmonious even though they were a group of people who didn't talk much.
“Yeah, I guess it was hard to adjust since I haven’t met many friends my age until now.”
Even after being freed from the curse, Jace only stayed in the mansion, and the only people he could talk to were Simone, the Crown Prince Louis, and Abel, who he rarely met when he went on adventures.
Even so, since they were all people who were far from ordinary, it would have been difficult for Jace to develop social skills.
“Still, I felt relieved because everyone treated me so kindly.”
“That’s really fortunate. If anyone is bothering you, just tell me. I’ll do something about it.”
“No, Mother. Everyone is really kind. Studying is fun, and I’m starting to enjoy swordsmanship more and more..."
“But I’m worried.”
Florier, who had been happily listening to Jace's story, interrupted him and let out a sigh.
Simone, who had been silently concentrating on her steak, raised her head and looked at her.
“Students keep dying at the academy. What on earth is going on?”
“Dying student?”
Simone's gaze turned to the student ghosts clinging to Jace's shoulders like a mountain.
Are you talking about that?
“Ah, Simone, I’m sorry. I think you’ve been wondering since earlier.”
“Is this the same thing you were worried about earlier?”
Florier nodded.
“Yes, that’s right. But I didn’t tell you because it was an academy matter.”
Jace put down his knife and fork and said.
“Actually, there’s something I wanted to ask you, Simone.”
“What?”
Simone's expression as she asked politely was the epitome of indifference.
There's a ghost hanging from Jace's shoulder. The amulet she gave him is completely destroyed. And students keep dying at the Academy.
Even if she tries to guess the exact answer, isn't it obvious that it's going to be dangerous and a headache?
Simone doesn't know about anything else, but a ghost that is strong enough to kill a person has a significant grudge, and it is likely to be very powerful.
Isn't that a fact that can be known just by looking at the damage to Simone's amulet?
But.
“...Should I not say anything?”
Jace read Simone's expression and asked with a look of surprise. Simone furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head.
“Don’t worry about it and keep talking.”
Rather, it was an interesting story.
'A strange phenomenon that occurs in places where many people gather.'
This is definitely different from the Millie incident. It's hard to say that it was the work of a ghost brought in by Jace... how should I put it, it smells even worse because of the experience.
It didn't seem like there was any harm in letting it go unless Simone had to step in and solve it.
Jace nodded and continued.
“It’s a story about a series of suicides among students at the academy.”
“A serial suicide case?”
“Yes. All the students at the Academy have been telling me that since before I entered.”
“If it was before you entered school...”
Jace answered with a serious face as if agreeing with her words.
“Yes, it’s not a curse I brought upon myself. It’s a story that has been going on at this academy for the past six months.”
Simone closed her eyes.
This was half a year ago when the Occult Society was still in operation.
“Simone?”
“Keep talking.”
“Oh, yes! The first suicide incident that happened was half a year ago when a third-year senior jumped from the rooftop.”
Jace began to tell the story one by one, moistening his dry lips.
***
It is said that students who commit suicide by jumping from rooftops all have warning signs.
First, at some point, he started to suddenly become haggard, tired, and physically weak, and even running became difficult.
Second, he dreams of being chased by something and refuses to sleep because of it. He also becomes coarse in speech and mumbles incomprehensible words.
Third, he repeatedly runs down the hallway screaming just before committing suicide.
Then one day he climbs up to the rooftop and commits suicide.
Half a year ago, the first student suffered from the above symptoms and took his own life. There was no will.
However, while some people felt sorry and sad about the student's death, no one questioned it.
They thought that because the family had put a lot of pressure on them to do well in school from the beginning and they were also carrying a lot of burden, they probably couldn't overcome the psychological burden to the point where they didn't even bother to leave behind a will.
A month later, a second student committed suicide. There was no will.
Unlike the first time, this time everyone was puzzled by his death.
Why on earth? For what reason all of a sudden?
That would be the case, because the second student grew up in a loving, harmonious family and had smooth relationships with his peers, so he had no particular reason to commit suicide.
That person, who had been sick for some time, started to feel unwell, and one night, while screaming and running around the hallway of the dormitory, he fell from the rooftop and died.
His death left many questions unanswered even after his death.
Why did he die?
How did he get in and open the locked rooftop door after the first student's suicide?
Why was he dead with such a terrified face?
In just one month, two people died.
As the atmosphere at the academy grew increasingly strange, a third suicide occurred.
His death gave rise to numerous horror stories and rumors among the students of the Academy.
The third student is said to have told his dream to his friends and teacher repeatedly just before he died.
In his dreams, someone is chasing him. The two students who have died so far and many more students covered in blood are chasing him.
It was just a dream, but on the day of his suicide, he left a note saying, "I can't tell if this is a dream or reality," and jumped from the rooftop to his death. Rumors began to spread that perhaps this school was under a curse related to dreams.
The hypothesis was further supported by the fact that the first and second students who committed suicide also had trouble sleeping.
And then three more died for the same reason, with faces filled with fear, like the others, after opening the locked rooftop door.
Six in just half a year, and one more just last week.
The students at the Academy began to tremble in anxiety. No matter how much they thought about it, they could not understand why these deaths had occurred unless someone had killed them intentionally.
What on earth happened to them?
Murderer? Curse? Or planned mass suicide?
But Jace thought. The amulets that had been reduced to ashes shortly after entering school, the gloomy atmosphere felt throughout the school and dormitory.
And this is the sound that the student who committed suicide this time shouted while running down the hallway right before committing suicide.
Jace heard the voice.
I have to wake up... Quickly... I have to wake up... S, please save me... I have to wake up... I have to wake up...
The sound of someone desperately crying out because they wanted to live so badly.
So, when Jace met Simone, he wanted to ask her.
This must be the work of a ghost. If so, how can they prevent the students' deaths?
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