The academy's infirmary. However, as expected from an academy attended by precious children, the infirmary teachers are also excellent healers.
Thanks to this, the anonymous male student was able to receive treatment safely without any injuries, and without having to go far.
Before he regained consciousness, Simone looked down at him and opened her mouth.
“Gleason... what the hell is going on...”
Sennus was very confused. Of course, the fact that many students are dying day by day is a serious and grave matter that cannot be overlooked.
But since he had only heard reports about the incident from professors at best, he never thought that something like this could happen inside the dormitory.
Sennus looked at Gleason, holding his still-pounding heart.
He is known as a student who is upright, honest, and has good grades but is also very concerned about saving face, as befitting the eldest son of a family that has maintained its lineage for a long time.
That guy would scream and hit his head so hard that his forehead would crack and bleed.
'What on earth is going on in this school?'
He knew it was a dangerous situation, but Sennus now realized that what he knew was only a part of it.
Every student who has lost their life so far has gone through the same painful process as Gleason and ultimately died.
Sennus looked at Simone without realizing it.
“What should I do, Simone?”
Unlike him, Simone spoke with a calm face.
“I’m sorry, Director, but we’ll look around the dormitory by ourselves.”
When Sennus shut his mouth in embarrassment at the cold words, Louis opened his mouth with a grin.
“Simone’s abilities are fast and extensive. Also, unlike ordinary magicians, she doesn’t need to memorize spells. Since she can’t use them while thinking of the people around her, I’d recommend not going with her for your own safety.”
"Ah..."
This time, Sennus nodded obediently without being stubborn.
This is because he knows that if there is something they cannot solve on their own, it would be more helpful to at least cooperate properly.
“How long will it take to resolve this?”
"Hmm..."
When Simone turned her gaze out the window, the vast panorama of the academy was clearly visible.
Yes, it's bright. It's very large. It would probably take at least two days to see every nook and cranny.
“It’ll probably take about three days if we’re being tight.”
“Yes, I understand. Then, I will arrange for Lady Simone’s academy tour to last three days. I will also tell the students to be able to converse with Lady Simone without any problems.”
“Thank you. Then...”
Then the door opened suddenly and a familiar doll rushed inside.
“Simone!”
“Oh, Master Jace.”
Jace, whose name was called by Simone, ran towards her with a big smile but stopped in his tracks when he saw Louis.
“Your Highness has come too.”
“It’s been a while. How have you been?”
“Yes, yes. Thanks to you.”
Jace, who looked awkward for a moment, soon showed a happy expression and greeted Louis.
Louis smiled softly and scanned Jace's appearance. The skinny, pale, and inexperienced young master he had seen before had become much more presentable.
“Judging from the clothes you’re wearing, I guess you’ve been training in swordsmanship.”
“Oh, that’s right! I hope I can be of help to Simone someday...”
Simone watched the two people talking, then glanced at Sennus.
Sennus, who received that calm yet firm gaze, bowed his head slightly as if he knew without needing to say anything, and then left the seat.
Clap! Simone clapped her hands, drawing their attention.
“That’s a good thing, Jace.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Of course! I need your help, Jace.”
This time, in particular, his cooperation is needed even more.
Simone pointed to Gleason, who was lying on the bed.
“Do you know this student?”
“Oh, yes. He’s Senior Gleason. I’ve never talked to him before, but I often see him during swordsmanship training.”
The Academy's swordsmanship training is not divided into grades. Skills cannot be divided by grade, so it is efficient to have skilled people lead without worrying about age.
That's why Jace, although a sophomore, knew Gleason, who was a junior.
A popular senior with decent swordsmanship skills. But now...
“I know that the senior who was pointed out as the next suicide victim is like that.”
Jace said, avoiding their gaze as if he was embarrassed to speak.
Perhaps the stories that come out of conversations between students who know nothing may be much more explicit and cruel than those between adults.
Recently, the students began to wonder if Gleason had become more strange and that he might have another target for death.
It was more like observing something interesting than worrying about it. So even though Jace wasn't interested in him, he knew what kind of situation Gleason was in.
But Jace did not want to think of this incident as someone else's business or entertainment. He knew better than anyone else the pain of gradually approaching death.
“Recently, I’ve been hearing Senior Gleason’s screams every night in the dorm. It’s late at night, but I think all the students who share the same building have probably heard it.”
His screams were so painful and terrifying that they woke up shaking at the sound.
But no one thought to go outside and check on the situation even though they heard the sound.
That was the right choice. If you go out too quickly, you could put yourself in danger.
But from Gleason's perspective, it must have felt incredibly cruel that no one was helping him.
Simone listened to Jace's words until the end and nodded.
“I understand. Then from now on, I will have to listen to the person involved.”
“The person involved ?”
Simone pointed to Gleason.
“When Gleason wakes up, ask him what happened.”
Even if Gleason comes to his senses, it won't be easy for him to tell his story to the necromancer Simone, a hero of the Empire, or to Crown Prince Louis.
But Jace, being a fellow student and a member of the Illestons family with a reputation for evil, is the one who can best understand his situation.
Simone and Louis will be listening in from behind, but it would be best to ask questions through Jace.
Jace also knew what Simone was thinking and nodded immediately.
“Okay, I’ll try to talk to him.”
At that moment, Gleason, who had lost consciousness, began to stir and slowly wake up.
“Ugh... save me...”
He opened his eyes with a groan and a furrowed brow. Then, when he saw the three people before him, he stepped back in shock.
“Ugh, ugh!!! Why!!! Are I still asleep-”
“Calm down, Mr. Gleason.”
“...You, you, you! This, Illestone-”
“Yes, this is Jace Carl Illeston. This is the Academy Infirmary. So, calm down.”
“Oh...”
“Well done...”
Simone and Louis watched as Jace quickly calmed Gleason down, letting out small exclamations.
“Isn’t it quite different from what you saw at the mansion?”
“That’s right. You’re all grown up now.”
“Hmm? Wasn’t Prince Jace reminiscent of you?”
“Oh, that’s right.”
Jace's face turned bright red at the conversation between the two.
But the two people's exclamations continued.
Jace, who didn't know what to do when he made eye contact with Simone, went somewhere and he grabbed the wild Gleason's arm and subdued him, then calmed him down with an expressionless face.
Certainly, when you come to the academy, he starts to act quite age-appropriately.
"Cough!"
An embarrassed Jace coughed and looked at Gleason.
“This isn’t a dream, is it? This is reality?”
Gleason looked around with a haggard face, seemingly calmed down but still anxious.
Jace nodded and opened his mouth.
“I found you falling down the stairs of the dormitory and took you to the infirmary. What happened?”
At Jace's question, Gleason flinched and hesitated, then shook his head.
“It’s nothing. Uh, anyway, thanks-”
Gleason, who was about to get up from his seat in a hurry, suddenly stopped when he saw two people behind Jace looking down at him with calm faces.
“You two....”
They don't seem to be students since they aren't wearing uniforms. Who are they? Gleason, who was looking over them, flinched when he saw Simone's appearance.
A girl of his age with black hair and red eyes.
“Yes, Necromancer!”
“Hello. My name is Simone.”
“Are you feeling well?”
A handsome blond man next to the necromancer. He is...
“Ah, Your Highness the Crown Prince!!!”
Gleason looked between the two of them, his mouth agape, more shocked than when he first woke up.
Jace blocked his gaze and said.
“These people will help you, senior.”
“These people?”
“Yes, so tell me what happened.”
“...”
Come to think of it, the three people in this room are well known to have witnessed numerous curses and ghosts, including the curse of the Illeston family.
Gleason bit his trembling lips.
'These people might believe me.'
In other words, they were Gleason's only hope of saving him.
Gleason grabbed Jace's hand.
“I, I’ll tell you. No, please listen!”
“Yes... tell me anything.”
Jace nodded, awkwardly pushing Gleason's hand away.
Gleason said.
“There’s a certain ritual that’s been popular among third-year students recently.”
“Ritual?”
Gleason nodded.
“It is the ritual that one can dream a dream that tells one’s future.”
It started with a female student.
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