One day, Simone was suddenly possessed in another world and was on the verge of death dozens of times. At some point, she developed a disease that made her doubt everything.
"Wait a minute! Something is strange. Why was the culprit drinking orange juice in a cafe?"
Because she was exposed to so many crimes, Simone also started to suspect even the most trivial things and when she saw someone acting impulsively, she started to wonder if they were ghosts.
Simone frowned and slapped the student's hand away.
“I don’t know.”
At the same time, Abel turned his body to the side, putting more distance between the student and Simone.
'Well, judging from what Abel can see, she's not a ghost?'
No, I don't know. Abel is the main character, so he may sometimes see or feel things that other people can't, or he may be a ghost with strong thoughts.
It's pointless to think about something that could be overlooked as just having a unique personality.
“Still. Don’t you have anything you want to hide, Simone? Where would you hide it?”
The strange madness in the student's eyes, the pressure she feels from the hand that's holding her arm, and the strange question. Doesn't this trio seem like the perfect ghost?
“Hmm... There’s no such thing.”
When Simone tried to take out the talisman from her bosom, trying to explain it vaguely.
“Hey, Raina! What are you doing? Are you being rude to Simone?”
“Yes, don’t make things difficult for her. Stop joking around.”
Oh, just kidding.
That's a really boring joke.
Only when Simone, with her mouth tightly shut, frowned and showed her displeasure did the student named Raina take her hand away.
“Excuse me? I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“I don’t really like jokes.”
Everyone looked at Simone's extremely blunt speech.
Raina also rolled her eyes, not knowing what to do with the colder reaction than expected, and soon stepped back behind her friends.
“Haha... I’m sorry on your behalf. Raina was very curious about Simone. How strong are the first-generation necromancers? I wonder!”
“Oh, that’s right! That’s why I was trying to become closer to you... Please forgive me.”
“It’s okay. I... Now, I really need you to guide me.”
Only then did the students remember their purpose and lead Simone away.
“I can finally tell you my name. My name is Sena, and I am in charge of guiding Simone under the orders of the director.”
“Didn’t we all take on the role of guide together?”
"Yes!"
“We just followed along, didn’t we? We were curious about you, Simone!”
The students gathered around Sena and answered Simone's question lively.
They were acting so cutely, it was a completely different feeling from the students she had seen earlier who had been glaring at her fiercely.
They dragged Simone around like a close friend, introducing her to the main building, dormitories, temples, and training grounds.
'It's definitely different.'
Simone's impression after touring the large educational institution was that 'the atmosphere is different from that of the academy.'
Since it was an educational institution, she thought it would be like a modern-day high school, gathering and educating teenage necromancers.
This place seemed more like a religious college than a high school.
'I don't know anything about religious colleges, though.'
It has a fairly strict set of rules, but you basically have to choose whether to take classes or train, and there's a lot of practical training.
Their ages range from as little as thirteen to as much as thirty, and their social statuses are a mix of commoners and nobles, creating a peculiar picture.
“Of course, even if everyone is mixed, it is common for commoners to hang out with commoners and nobles with nobles.”
“I guess so. Unless you’re a noble, it’ll be quite difficult to adapt.”
“Perhaps it’s the opposite?”
“Are you against it?”
At Simone's question, the expressions of the students, who were probably noble ladies, became strange. They all smiled awkwardly and exchanged glances.
Sena answered.
“Because here, students are divided by generation, not class.”
"Ah..."
I understood it right away.
Just as Simone, a commoner, is treated like a Saintess here and treated with the utmost respect, high-ranking nobles who are treated with great respect at home are treated worse than commoners here.
Unlike the commoners who attend this educational institution which is no different from a noble school because they are necromancers, it is said that the nobles sometimes have difficulty adapting to the differential treatment system and are distressed or even rebel.
“But what can I do? There’s no other place like Serk.”
All necromancers of the Serk Empire must pass through this training institution. Since it is mandatory regardless of rank, no matter how hard it is to adapt, you have to go through it with tears in your eyes.
Simone suddenly looked back at the path she had come from.
'I see.'
That's why they were glaring at her so fiercely. They must be the misfits that Sena and her friends are talking about.
Sena said with a smile as if she thought Simone was worried about the days ahead.
“Don’t worry, Simone! I’m sure you’ll adapt well. You’re the only first generation in this educational institution, and we’ll be able to help you a lot!”
"Thank you."
Whether it's adaptation or maladaptation, if you rush in, you'll end up defeated.
Simone thought with a grin.
Sena nodded slightly and stopped in front of a building. Simone absentmindedly looked up at the building, then frowned.
“This is...”
“Isn’t that a great feeling?”
Isn't that a great feeling? Isn't that something to laugh about?
A lush aura of death crept up the building from the ground it was embedded in.
Even the Precia Academy where Anasis was hiding wasn't like this?
It's not the kind of atmosphere you'd expect to find in an educational institution.
Simone took her eyes off the building and looked around at the other buildings. The other places were incomparably clearer than Presia. There was not a hint of death in sight.
But why only here?
Sena seemed to have anticipated Simone's reaction and quickly answered.
“This is a morgue.”
"...Yes?"
Did I hear wrong?
"Wait a minute! Something is strange. Why was the culprit drinking orange juice in a cafe?"
Because she was exposed to so many crimes, Simone also started to suspect even the most trivial things and when she saw someone acting impulsively, she started to wonder if they were ghosts.
Simone frowned and slapped the student's hand away.
“I don’t know.”
At the same time, Abel turned his body to the side, putting more distance between the student and Simone.
'Well, judging from what Abel can see, she's not a ghost?'
No, I don't know. Abel is the main character, so he may sometimes see or feel things that other people can't, or he may be a ghost with strong thoughts.
It's pointless to think about something that could be overlooked as just having a unique personality.
“Still. Don’t you have anything you want to hide, Simone? Where would you hide it?”
The strange madness in the student's eyes, the pressure she feels from the hand that's holding her arm, and the strange question. Doesn't this trio seem like the perfect ghost?
“Hmm... There’s no such thing.”
When Simone tried to take out the talisman from her bosom, trying to explain it vaguely.
“Hey, Raina! What are you doing? Are you being rude to Simone?”
“Yes, don’t make things difficult for her. Stop joking around.”
Oh, just kidding.
That's a really boring joke.
Only when Simone, with her mouth tightly shut, frowned and showed her displeasure did the student named Raina take her hand away.
“Excuse me? I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“I don’t really like jokes.”
Everyone looked at Simone's extremely blunt speech.
Raina also rolled her eyes, not knowing what to do with the colder reaction than expected, and soon stepped back behind her friends.
“Haha... I’m sorry on your behalf. Raina was very curious about Simone. How strong are the first-generation necromancers? I wonder!”
“Oh, that’s right! That’s why I was trying to become closer to you... Please forgive me.”
“It’s okay. I... Now, I really need you to guide me.”
Only then did the students remember their purpose and lead Simone away.
“I can finally tell you my name. My name is Sena, and I am in charge of guiding Simone under the orders of the director.”
“Didn’t we all take on the role of guide together?”
"Yes!"
“We just followed along, didn’t we? We were curious about you, Simone!”
The students gathered around Sena and answered Simone's question lively.
They were acting so cutely, it was a completely different feeling from the students she had seen earlier who had been glaring at her fiercely.
They dragged Simone around like a close friend, introducing her to the main building, dormitories, temples, and training grounds.
'It's definitely different.'
Simone's impression after touring the large educational institution was that 'the atmosphere is different from that of the academy.'
Since it was an educational institution, she thought it would be like a modern-day high school, gathering and educating teenage necromancers.
This place seemed more like a religious college than a high school.
'I don't know anything about religious colleges, though.'
It has a fairly strict set of rules, but you basically have to choose whether to take classes or train, and there's a lot of practical training.
Their ages range from as little as thirteen to as much as thirty, and their social statuses are a mix of commoners and nobles, creating a peculiar picture.
“Of course, even if everyone is mixed, it is common for commoners to hang out with commoners and nobles with nobles.”
“I guess so. Unless you’re a noble, it’ll be quite difficult to adapt.”
“Perhaps it’s the opposite?”
“Are you against it?”
At Simone's question, the expressions of the students, who were probably noble ladies, became strange. They all smiled awkwardly and exchanged glances.
Sena answered.
“Because here, students are divided by generation, not class.”
"Ah..."
I understood it right away.
Just as Simone, a commoner, is treated like a Saintess here and treated with the utmost respect, high-ranking nobles who are treated with great respect at home are treated worse than commoners here.
Unlike the commoners who attend this educational institution which is no different from a noble school because they are necromancers, it is said that the nobles sometimes have difficulty adapting to the differential treatment system and are distressed or even rebel.
“But what can I do? There’s no other place like Serk.”
All necromancers of the Serk Empire must pass through this training institution. Since it is mandatory regardless of rank, no matter how hard it is to adapt, you have to go through it with tears in your eyes.
Simone suddenly looked back at the path she had come from.
'I see.'
That's why they were glaring at her so fiercely. They must be the misfits that Sena and her friends are talking about.
Sena said with a smile as if she thought Simone was worried about the days ahead.
“Don’t worry, Simone! I’m sure you’ll adapt well. You’re the only first generation in this educational institution, and we’ll be able to help you a lot!”
"Thank you."
Whether it's adaptation or maladaptation, if you rush in, you'll end up defeated.
Simone thought with a grin.
Sena nodded slightly and stopped in front of a building. Simone absentmindedly looked up at the building, then frowned.
“This is...”
“Isn’t that a great feeling?”
Isn't that a great feeling? Isn't that something to laugh about?
A lush aura of death crept up the building from the ground it was embedded in.
Even the Precia Academy where Anasis was hiding wasn't like this?
It's not the kind of atmosphere you'd expect to find in an educational institution.
Simone took her eyes off the building and looked around at the other buildings. The other places were incomparably clearer than Presia. There was not a hint of death in sight.
But why only here?
Sena seemed to have anticipated Simone's reaction and quickly answered.
“This is a morgue.”
"...Yes?"
Did I hear wrong?
Simone, who had been unconsciously putting her hand to her ear, suddenly stopped and looked back and forth between the building and Sena.
“Is that what you called a morgue?”
"Yes, that's right."
Why are you talking about that so brightly? It's scary.
“This is where the bodies of those who willingly donated their bodies for our training are stored.”
“...”
Simone looked at the building again with a pale face. Look at that sinister figure.
That's almost like the Illestone Mansion, or honestly, it's even more so?
'How many deaths must pile up for something like that to happen...?'
Am I weird? It looks so dangerous to me. Aren't they insensitive to safety? Shouldn't we bring in another Saint who knows how to purify properly and purify them?
I have this feeling that if I make one wrong move I'll get attacked by a ghost.
It was when Simone took a step back without realizing it.
“She is an orphan among the common people.”
“I heard she is a hero of the Luan Empire.”
“Hmm, is the first generation really that strong? I’ve never seen it before.”
“You are praising that lowly person as a hero. How talented must the Luan Empire be?”
Simone turned around at the sound coming from behind her.
The group of students leading the attendants stood in a position where they could clearly see Simone and glanced in her direction.
Simone laughed out loud.
Anyone can tell that this is something they're trying to tell me to listen to?
The elegant sound of a piano can be heard from the garden. Perhaps it is the lady showing off her skills in front of the servants.
Count Chaylor took a sip of the fragrant black tea and smiled with satisfaction.
“Hmm! Okay, this is it.”
My elegant and perfect day, on a warm, sunny afternoon, in the study, enjoying black tea while writing with a quill pen to the tune of my wife's piano!
Could it be that the rainy season is finally over and my boss, who has been having a hard time, is getting some peaceful rest that makes me feel so good?
I are so relaxed!
Count Chaylor wrote his letter with grace, straightening his back like a swan.
[Dear Boss,
It has been three days and a day since our national hero passed away in the Serk Empire.
Have you arrived safely in the Serk Empire? It is said that it is a country that worships Gods and that you can see temples everywhere.
How is it? Are you enjoying a rich religious culture different from that of Luan?
I sincerely hope that this time you will have a truly meaningful rest.
Don't worry about me. The long rainy season has finally ended and the sun has risen here. I feel peaceful for the first time in a while.
The reason I am sending you this letter this time is to share with you the story I heard about Serk's educational institution at this social gathering.
When I heard that our proud hero had moved to Serk, no matter which banquet I went to, the only talk was about the boss and the necromancer training institute.
I naturally joined in on their conversation and listened carefully to see if they had any information that might be helpful to the boss.
Isn't that my role? Haha. I'll keep working hard here.
During that time, I heard a very interesting story.
Did you know that necromancer training institutes store and manage their own corpses for training purposes?
By the way, there is a rumor that some of the corpses stored there are self-produced corpses.
For example, kidnapping and killing beggars to ensure a smooth supply of corpses, or pretending to kill civilian students at the institution in an accident.
It's a ridiculous and absurd story, but I'm writing it down in case even this kind of nonsense will be of any help to the boss.
And here's some news about young master Jace...
.
.
.]
“Is that what you called a morgue?”
"Yes, that's right."
Why are you talking about that so brightly? It's scary.
“This is where the bodies of those who willingly donated their bodies for our training are stored.”
“...”
Simone looked at the building again with a pale face. Look at that sinister figure.
That's almost like the Illestone Mansion, or honestly, it's even more so?
'How many deaths must pile up for something like that to happen...?'
Am I weird? It looks so dangerous to me. Aren't they insensitive to safety? Shouldn't we bring in another Saint who knows how to purify properly and purify them?
I have this feeling that if I make one wrong move I'll get attacked by a ghost.
It was when Simone took a step back without realizing it.
“She is an orphan among the common people.”
“I heard she is a hero of the Luan Empire.”
“Hmm, is the first generation really that strong? I’ve never seen it before.”
“You are praising that lowly person as a hero. How talented must the Luan Empire be?”
Simone turned around at the sound coming from behind her.
The group of students leading the attendants stood in a position where they could clearly see Simone and glanced in her direction.
Simone laughed out loud.
Anyone can tell that this is something they're trying to tell me to listen to?
***
The elegant sound of a piano can be heard from the garden. Perhaps it is the lady showing off her skills in front of the servants.
Count Chaylor took a sip of the fragrant black tea and smiled with satisfaction.
“Hmm! Okay, this is it.”
My elegant and perfect day, on a warm, sunny afternoon, in the study, enjoying black tea while writing with a quill pen to the tune of my wife's piano!
Could it be that the rainy season is finally over and my boss, who has been having a hard time, is getting some peaceful rest that makes me feel so good?
I are so relaxed!
Count Chaylor wrote his letter with grace, straightening his back like a swan.
[Dear Boss,
It has been three days and a day since our national hero passed away in the Serk Empire.
Have you arrived safely in the Serk Empire? It is said that it is a country that worships Gods and that you can see temples everywhere.
How is it? Are you enjoying a rich religious culture different from that of Luan?
I sincerely hope that this time you will have a truly meaningful rest.
Don't worry about me. The long rainy season has finally ended and the sun has risen here. I feel peaceful for the first time in a while.
The reason I am sending you this letter this time is to share with you the story I heard about Serk's educational institution at this social gathering.
When I heard that our proud hero had moved to Serk, no matter which banquet I went to, the only talk was about the boss and the necromancer training institute.
I naturally joined in on their conversation and listened carefully to see if they had any information that might be helpful to the boss.
Isn't that my role? Haha. I'll keep working hard here.
During that time, I heard a very interesting story.
Did you know that necromancer training institutes store and manage their own corpses for training purposes?
By the way, there is a rumor that some of the corpses stored there are self-produced corpses.
For example, kidnapping and killing beggars to ensure a smooth supply of corpses, or pretending to kill civilian students at the institution in an accident.
It's a ridiculous and absurd story, but I'm writing it down in case even this kind of nonsense will be of any help to the boss.
And here's some news about young master Jace...
.
.
.]
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