Simone raised her head and took in the view of the educational institution.
'An educational institution?'
Here?
From the moment she entered, she felt that this place was closer to a temple than an educational institution.
Plaster statues of Gods are placed in every corner, and students wearing sacred attire are praying or conversing in a friendly manner in front of them.
'Even so, they have black hair and red eyes.'
It was a sight never seen before in the Luan Empire.
The Grand Duke and his wife and Abel also looked quite surprised and looked around the interior in silence.
As Simone's gaze lingered on the students for a while, the director gave an explanation accordingly.
“These are the students who will be staying with the Saintess from now on. After completing the admission process, I will ask the students to guide you. They will help the Saintess adjust.”
Simone's gaze turned to the director.
“I guess you don’t call your students Saints or Saintesses?”
Seeing her naturally calling her a Saintess, Simone thought that any necromancer would be called a Saint or a Saintess.
The reason Simone didn't feel too burdened by that title was because she thought that it was more common culture here to call someone a Saint instead of a student.
However, unlike Simone, who was treated with respect, the director simply referred to them as students and children.
When you enroll, will you change your title for convenience?
Then the director smiled faintly and shook her head.
“Yes, we do not give the title of Saint to all necromancers. Only the first-generation necromancers are chosen by God.”
"Ah..."
I understand.
Simone also knows that there are levels of necromancers called 'generations'.
The first generation of necromancers are those who gained power by making a contract directly with a God while still a fetus.
The power is passed down to the child at 90% the moment the child is born, so the child of the first generation becomes a second-generation necromancer.
In this way, the mana of death is passed down from generation to generation, and when the mana of death finally disappears completely, they are no longer called necromancers.
'Only the first generation can be said to have been completely chosen by God.'
From the second generation onwards, the power was only inherited from the parents, so it could not be said that they were chosen by the Gods. Also, since it weakened over the generations, there were hardly any necromancers who had powers that surpassed those of wizards.
'Of course, as a child chosen by God and a power of the empire, I will be treated well.'
Since Simone is a first-generation necromancer, there is a perception that necromancers are strong, but after about three generations, they become equal to the so-called Nanda Ginda wizards, but from the fifth generation onwards, they usually hit their innate limitations.
For reference, the majority of the necromancer population at this educational institution is from the 4th to 7th generations.
'That's why you treated me so politely.'
The first generation is said to be hard to find anywhere in the world, so it was only natural that the director put everyone else aside and ran out barefoot to volunteer to be Simone's guide.
'That's why they don't look at me kindly.'
Simone chuckled.
The students' sharp gazes had been piercing her since earlier.
They were so intelligent that they managed to keep their gaze only visible to Simone, without being noticed by the adults.
'Oh my, it tickles, guys.'
Even if you look at the young, green ones, they won't even send a message.
I'm someone who's played a defense game with Anasis, risking my life?
Simone smiled and nodded to the students.
“...”
Only then did they turn away and leave.
There was a reason they behaved this way.
Necromancers do not become stronger by being in the good graces of Gods. They simply use power proportional to the amount of blood they have inherited.
Therefore, there is no need to act uprightly and honestly like those who worship other Gods.
Students praying in front of the principal and showing off their good looks are just a facade for promotion.
In fact, they are just ordinary people who are jealous of others who have powers they don't have and who are treated as they shouldn't be treated.
Simone turned her eyes to the steps that had suddenly stopped. She thought that the scale was very different from that of a typical academy, but the director's office she led was a separate building that looked like a temple.
The group went inside under the guidance of the director. Even after entering the interior, they had to pass through several facilities before finally reaching a room where they could meet.
“That's great, is this building all yours?”
'An educational institution?'
Here?
From the moment she entered, she felt that this place was closer to a temple than an educational institution.
Plaster statues of Gods are placed in every corner, and students wearing sacred attire are praying or conversing in a friendly manner in front of them.
'Even so, they have black hair and red eyes.'
It was a sight never seen before in the Luan Empire.
The Grand Duke and his wife and Abel also looked quite surprised and looked around the interior in silence.
As Simone's gaze lingered on the students for a while, the director gave an explanation accordingly.
“These are the students who will be staying with the Saintess from now on. After completing the admission process, I will ask the students to guide you. They will help the Saintess adjust.”
Simone's gaze turned to the director.
“I guess you don’t call your students Saints or Saintesses?”
Seeing her naturally calling her a Saintess, Simone thought that any necromancer would be called a Saint or a Saintess.
The reason Simone didn't feel too burdened by that title was because she thought that it was more common culture here to call someone a Saint instead of a student.
However, unlike Simone, who was treated with respect, the director simply referred to them as students and children.
When you enroll, will you change your title for convenience?
Then the director smiled faintly and shook her head.
“Yes, we do not give the title of Saint to all necromancers. Only the first-generation necromancers are chosen by God.”
"Ah..."
I understand.
Simone also knows that there are levels of necromancers called 'generations'.
The first generation of necromancers are those who gained power by making a contract directly with a God while still a fetus.
The power is passed down to the child at 90% the moment the child is born, so the child of the first generation becomes a second-generation necromancer.
In this way, the mana of death is passed down from generation to generation, and when the mana of death finally disappears completely, they are no longer called necromancers.
'Only the first generation can be said to have been completely chosen by God.'
From the second generation onwards, the power was only inherited from the parents, so it could not be said that they were chosen by the Gods. Also, since it weakened over the generations, there were hardly any necromancers who had powers that surpassed those of wizards.
'Of course, as a child chosen by God and a power of the empire, I will be treated well.'
Since Simone is a first-generation necromancer, there is a perception that necromancers are strong, but after about three generations, they become equal to the so-called Nanda Ginda wizards, but from the fifth generation onwards, they usually hit their innate limitations.
For reference, the majority of the necromancer population at this educational institution is from the 4th to 7th generations.
'That's why you treated me so politely.'
The first generation is said to be hard to find anywhere in the world, so it was only natural that the director put everyone else aside and ran out barefoot to volunteer to be Simone's guide.
'That's why they don't look at me kindly.'
Simone chuckled.
The students' sharp gazes had been piercing her since earlier.
They were so intelligent that they managed to keep their gaze only visible to Simone, without being noticed by the adults.
'Oh my, it tickles, guys.'
Even if you look at the young, green ones, they won't even send a message.
I'm someone who's played a defense game with Anasis, risking my life?
Simone smiled and nodded to the students.
“...”
Only then did they turn away and leave.
There was a reason they behaved this way.
Necromancers do not become stronger by being in the good graces of Gods. They simply use power proportional to the amount of blood they have inherited.
Therefore, there is no need to act uprightly and honestly like those who worship other Gods.
Students praying in front of the principal and showing off their good looks are just a facade for promotion.
In fact, they are just ordinary people who are jealous of others who have powers they don't have and who are treated as they shouldn't be treated.
“This is the director's office where I stay. Please come in.”
The group went inside under the guidance of the director. Even after entering the interior, they had to pass through several facilities before finally reaching a room where they could meet.
“That's great, is this building all yours?”
“Yes, I apologize for making you walk so long. I think you are in charge of something that is not very dignified, so if you don’t make the path this long, you will be in trouble.”
“Isn’t that a shameful thing?”
Abel asked in a wary tone, “What is it?” and the director simply smiled quietly.
Simone patted Abel on the side and said.
“From God’s perspective. This is where the necromancers are, so there are various things to train...”
"Ah."
Transporting corpses, dissecting, cursing, etc. To raise a necromancer, you will need some rough materials.
What is natural to one who follows the God of death may be shameful to one who serves another God.
It seems that this director is in charge of training necromancers, but she is not a servant of the God of death.
As Simone and her party sat down in the chairs she had pointed to, the director bowed politely.
“Let me introduce myself formally. I am the head of this place, Sopheina.”
“Nice to meet you. I am Raytans Or Illeston, this child’s guarantor.”
Simone also greeted her.
“This is Simone. Please take care of me.”
After that, the director explained in detail what Simone was here what she had to do, and what she had to keep in mind.
Classes were from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. After that, students were free to do whatever they wanted, but they had to get permission from their professor to leave the institution and had to return by 8 p.m.
There is no training on weekends, so you are completely free to go home or go out.
The dormitories vary in size and usage rules depending on the generation. Unlike most students who share a room with 2 to 5 other people, Simone was assigned a single room.
In addition, it is possible to eat separately in the room, and they even provide a separate tea room so that you can call the professor at any time and have an academic conversation.
“Saintess, you are from the Luan Empire and not Serk, but we do not distinguish between nations under God. We will serve you, Simone, without any differences from our own first-generation necromancers. Please be at ease.”
“Good. Please take good care of it.”
The Grand Duke of Illeston's gaze turned to Simone. Even the Crown Prince would feel burdened by this level of treatment.
Simone's eyes sparkled as she accepted that.
'I wonder if it's that good.'
However, a smile appeared on the lips of the Illestons. It may be a bit excessive, but it would be a good environment for Simone to rest.
“And once a week, we practice with a real corpse. Have you ever seen a dead person, Saintess?”
"Hmm."
Simone's expression, which had been brightly smiling, became subtle. It was not something to answer with a smile.
“Yes, there is.”
There are a lot of them too. She's seen enough of them that she's not even surprised by a corpse anymore.
The director seemed quite surprised by Simone's words but then nodded her head in understanding.
“Then it will be easy for you to adapt. Many children have a hard time adjusting at first. They have to see a dead body for the first time, touch it, and even manipulate it.”
“I’m fine. But there’s something I’m curious about, Ma'am.”
“Say anything.”
Simone smiled as she looked into the eyes of the director, who seemed willing to answer any question.
“What if students harass me? Should I tell the director?”
***
The director looked embarrassed at Simone's question.
'Who would dare! I doubt it, but if it happens, please tell me. Or you can tell the professors. They are followers of the God of death.'
After saying that and giving a few more explanations, she left Simone in the care of the students who had come here.
The Grand Duke and Duchess of Illeston decided to finalize the admissions process with the director, and Simone and Abel decided to tour the institution with the students who had come to see her.
“Simone, is it true that there are no necromancers in the Luan Empire other than you?”
“This is my first time seeing a first-generation necromancer!”
“Oh, should I call you Saintess? We’ve never met the first generation, so we don’t know what to call you!”
“Just call me Simone.”
“Is Simone really a hero of the Luan Empire? I heard it from my father!”
Abel chuckled as he watched Simone looking uncomfortable, surrounded by necromancers of the same age as her.
Even in this place full of necromancers, Simone was a rarity; as soon as she left the director's room, she was surrounded by students who had been waiting.
About six people.
They seemed very interested in Simone and started asking her questions about her age, her name, how she came to Serk, and so on.
“You’re popular.”
“Be quiet and help me. You’re my bodyguard, aren’t you?”
“Oh, right.”
Abel coughed and stepped between them.
“I’m sorry, ladies, but Lady Simone is in trouble.”
Oh? That's quite an escort-like tone.
Simone looked at Abel in admiration. It seemed that he had received some training from Orkan to properly imitate him before coming.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“I’m too curious to stop.”
The students hurriedly distanced themselves from Simone.
Oh, they're falling down so easily? I should've said it was uncomfortable a long time ago.
“No. Then, may I ask you to guide me now...”
Just as Simone was about to speak and walk away slowly, a hand suddenly entered between Abel’s sides, blocking Simone’s path, and someone grabbed her wrist tightly.
“Yes? That’s surprising.”
What's going on all of a sudden? Simone frowned and looked at the owner of the hand.
One of the necromancers smiled broadly and asked Simone.
“If you had to hide something that absolutely could not be found out, where would you hide it, Simone?”
"...Yes?"
It was such a sudden question that she couldn't understand what it meant at the time.
“No. Then, may I ask you to guide me now...”
Just as Simone was about to speak and walk away slowly, a hand suddenly entered between Abel’s sides, blocking Simone’s path, and someone grabbed her wrist tightly.
“Yes? That’s surprising.”
What's going on all of a sudden? Simone frowned and looked at the owner of the hand.
One of the necromancers smiled broadly and asked Simone.
“If you had to hide something that absolutely could not be found out, where would you hide it, Simone?”
"...Yes?"
It was such a sudden question that she couldn't understand what it meant at the time.
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