[Then, boss, I hope to see you again in a more mature form.
Please take care of your health.
If I have any other information that would be helpful, I will write to you right away.
P.S. If you have anything to write to me, could you please include the date this letter arrived? If it arrives too late, I will try to use the Magical Communications Service next time, even if it costs more. It can sometimes be difficult to confirm important information late.]
The letter that Count Chaylor had written with elegant gestures had not yet left the Luan Empire and was still stored in a corner of the messenger's bag.
Since this letter was probably sent by regular mail, it will take ten days from today to reach Serk.
Simone stared at the students in front of her with an extremely calm expression, unaware that Count Chaylor had casually sent important information through regular mail.
“What did you just say?”
"Oh?"
Two boys and two girls, four in total. Eight in total.
They looked at her with surprised faces, as if they had not expected Simone to speak to them. They seemed to have not anticipated the current situation, since they had the upper hand in numbers.
“Did you hear that? I’m sorry.”
Their reaction was shameless as if they had an iron plate on their face.
Hey. You're being informal when we first meet!
But there was something else that upset Simone more than the informal speech.
You are a commoner, I am a noble. Their eyes look down on her like that.
At that moment, the students nearby pulled Simone's clothes slightly and stepped back.
“Hey, Simone. Let’s go quickly. To another place...”
"Why?"
Simone looked back at them calmly. If it was because they were of high status, wouldn't it be okay here?
Of course, Simone in the Serk Empire is not a hero, so she will not be treated as well as in the Luan Empire, but this is a necromancer training institute.
Even if the classes were divided by generation, no one would have noticed Simone, who was in the first generation.
But was reality just a theoretical story?
“Ugh.”
Simone sighed deeply. It seems that this educational institution is not as good at managing its students as she had thought.
In some ways, this may be natural.
Some people do not fully believe in the God of death, but they lead a life close to a religious life just by inheriting the power of a necromancer.
Moreover, in this place, they even push for a different class system, saying that 'generation' is more important than noble status.
Most nobles would have acted as if they couldn't understand, and others would not be able to point out anything to them.
The Necromancer Training Institute is not a place where you stay permanently, but rather an institution where you will eventually graduate. When you go out into society, you will return to noble status, so how can you punish children of high-ranking nobles just because they are younger?
Perhaps the only people who follow the rules set here are the director and the professors.
“Hey, should we go and kick it?”
Here, there is an orphan, a commoner, and a person who is more neurotic than Simone when he is called a 'lowly being'.
Abel muttered, glaring at them with a rather bad attitude.
Oh my.
Abel was growling as if it was going to jump out at any moment, ready to kick them out and slam them if Simone just gave it the okay sign.
Simone shook her head and patted Abel on the back.
“There’s no need for me to play with that childish antics.”
“What, you, something childish?”
I was a bit loud so I guess they all heard me, but do I need to worry about that?
They glared at Simone, gnashing their teeth, but Simone just felt sorry for them.
Oh my, kids. You guys are not even worthy of being called supporting actors, so you are probably flat.
Simone smiled silently and walked away.
“You stand there! You lowlifes, you just walk away after seeing me? Don’t you know who I am? Hey! You go and catch them!”
“Yes, yes? ...Yes!”
The attendant, who had been watching her closely, belatedly came running towards Simone, but Simone turned her head without even looking at him and looked at the morgue.
She didn't want to get into a pointless argument with them.
Abel also knew what Simone was thinking, so he suppressed his anger and simply blocked the hand of the servant who was reaching out to Simone with his sword sheath.
“Do not approach. If you come any closer, I will take action.”
“Ugh! T, uh, but that guy is to our young lady... Ugh!”
Abel pushed the man down with all his might. Then he quickly turned around and followed Simone.
It was only natural that the nobleman's face, watching his servant fail to follow instructions and fall, gradually became more and more sinister.
“I guess you’re quite concerned about where the body is kept.”
Sena spoke to Simone as if trying to appease her. It seemed as though she was in a bad mood after meeting those nobles earlier.
Simone nodded.
“Because the atmosphere was ominous. I wonder if it could be that gloomy simply because there were corpses stored there.”
If there is a corpse there and it emits such an aura, then the Illeston Mansion will not be the only place rumored to be cursed in the Luan Empire.
Because all the cemeteries, palaces, and mansions of the royal family across the country will all be emitting that kind of energy.
Sena tilted her head as she watched Simone speak with a serious face.
“Was it that much?”
"Yes?"
Was it that much? What was that...
It was an aura of such a level that anyone who saw it would find it strange. It would be even more so in the Serk Empire, where it was difficult to see anything sinister, unlike the Luan Empire, which was consumed by a curse by the Occult Society.
'Haven't you noticed?'
Is there a generational difference in how they feel about energy?
Simone had never seen a necromancer other than herself, so she didn't know.
“Simone.”
Then Abel tapped Simone and spoke softly.
“Are you just going to leave those guys like that?”
“Then you’re just going to beat them up?”
“Not blindly.”
The argument is that they walked first.
“Don’t you feel bad? You’re not the type of person to put up with something like that.”
Abel is trying to persuade people with extreme emotions as if they thought he was a passionate protagonist. Well, that's true, but. Simone sighed deeply and shook her head again.
“Didn’t Orkan tell you to stop causing trouble wherever you go?”
“..."
Abel pursed his lips in discontent.
Abel gets into trouble and gets involved in accidents wherever he goes. Because of this, he had to get advice from Orkan several times while coming to the Serk Empire.
"It's different from work within the Luan Empire. This is strictly a trip between countries for trade. If you cause an accident here, you'll be a truly shameless person. Do you understand?"
"Your one small action can escalate into an international issue. Don't do anything that you'll regret to Louis or Simone. Never. Because I can't take your side on this one thing. Do you understand? Shut up, you idiot. Answer me! Aren't you going to answer? Answer me!"
Inside the ship where Simone was resting most comfortably, Abel was held captive by Orkan and had to listen to his nagging until the day he arrived at the Serk Empire.
Even inside the ship, he couldn't run away like he usually does.
"Abel, I trust you. Look at my face, and I trust you will always be a good servant."
Louis, who would occasionally pat his shoulder and burden him whenever they ran into each other, was also a major factor in pressuring him, just like Orkan.
Simone nodded happily at Abel's expression.
It seems that he has finally realized his duty. Simone whispered in a voice that only Abel could hear.
“Don’t worry. I have no intention of leaving them alone.”
"Then?"
Simone laughed heartily. Since ancient times, teaching others their place was something Simone was best at.
After a while, Simone, who had looked around the entire engine room, returned to the director's room and faced the Grand Duke and Duchess of Illeston.
“I heard that most students return to their hometowns on weekends. We will also be staying in the capital of Serk for a while, so you should come there on the weekend too.”
“Yes, Your Grace. Thank you for your concern.”
“If you need anything, just let Abel know. I’ve already moved your bag to your room. Since there are no servants, you’ll have to clean up. Can you do that?”
Simone smiled faintly at the worried Florier.
Where does this person think I was originally?
Simone was in charge of most of the household affairs of the large orphanage. She didn't need help to organize the luggage she had brought.
“Don't worry.”
The Grand Duke of Illeston walked forward, watching the conversation between Simone and the Archduchess Florier.
“Then see you this weekend.”
So the Grand Duke and Duchess of Illeston left the educational institution.
“...”
This is really strange.
Simone has always been able to do well by herself, but seeing them off at different places makes her feel strangely uneasy about being left alone.
'I miss you, Geneon.'
She thought things might have been different if he had been there.
Simone watched them as their carriage disappeared, then walked inside.
The unknown loneliness lasts only for a very short time.
Now it's time to get back to work.
Please take care of your health.
If I have any other information that would be helpful, I will write to you right away.
P.S. If you have anything to write to me, could you please include the date this letter arrived? If it arrives too late, I will try to use the Magical Communications Service next time, even if it costs more. It can sometimes be difficult to confirm important information late.]
The letter that Count Chaylor had written with elegant gestures had not yet left the Luan Empire and was still stored in a corner of the messenger's bag.
Since this letter was probably sent by regular mail, it will take ten days from today to reach Serk.
Simone stared at the students in front of her with an extremely calm expression, unaware that Count Chaylor had casually sent important information through regular mail.
“What did you just say?”
"Oh?"
Two boys and two girls, four in total. Eight in total.
They looked at her with surprised faces, as if they had not expected Simone to speak to them. They seemed to have not anticipated the current situation, since they had the upper hand in numbers.
“Did you hear that? I’m sorry.”
Their reaction was shameless as if they had an iron plate on their face.
Hey. You're being informal when we first meet!
But there was something else that upset Simone more than the informal speech.
You are a commoner, I am a noble. Their eyes look down on her like that.
At that moment, the students nearby pulled Simone's clothes slightly and stepped back.
“Hey, Simone. Let’s go quickly. To another place...”
"Why?"
Simone looked back at them calmly. If it was because they were of high status, wouldn't it be okay here?
Of course, Simone in the Serk Empire is not a hero, so she will not be treated as well as in the Luan Empire, but this is a necromancer training institute.
Even if the classes were divided by generation, no one would have noticed Simone, who was in the first generation.
But was reality just a theoretical story?
“Ugh.”
Simone sighed deeply. It seems that this educational institution is not as good at managing its students as she had thought.
In some ways, this may be natural.
Some people do not fully believe in the God of death, but they lead a life close to a religious life just by inheriting the power of a necromancer.
Moreover, in this place, they even push for a different class system, saying that 'generation' is more important than noble status.
Most nobles would have acted as if they couldn't understand, and others would not be able to point out anything to them.
The Necromancer Training Institute is not a place where you stay permanently, but rather an institution where you will eventually graduate. When you go out into society, you will return to noble status, so how can you punish children of high-ranking nobles just because they are younger?
Perhaps the only people who follow the rules set here are the director and the professors.
“Hey, should we go and kick it?”
Here, there is an orphan, a commoner, and a person who is more neurotic than Simone when he is called a 'lowly being'.
Abel muttered, glaring at them with a rather bad attitude.
Oh my.
Abel was growling as if it was going to jump out at any moment, ready to kick them out and slam them if Simone just gave it the okay sign.
Simone shook her head and patted Abel on the back.
“There’s no need for me to play with that childish antics.”
“What, you, something childish?”
I was a bit loud so I guess they all heard me, but do I need to worry about that?
They glared at Simone, gnashing their teeth, but Simone just felt sorry for them.
Oh my, kids. You guys are not even worthy of being called supporting actors, so you are probably flat.
Simone smiled silently and walked away.
“You stand there! You lowlifes, you just walk away after seeing me? Don’t you know who I am? Hey! You go and catch them!”
“Yes, yes? ...Yes!”
The attendant, who had been watching her closely, belatedly came running towards Simone, but Simone turned her head without even looking at him and looked at the morgue.
She didn't want to get into a pointless argument with them.
Abel also knew what Simone was thinking, so he suppressed his anger and simply blocked the hand of the servant who was reaching out to Simone with his sword sheath.
“Do not approach. If you come any closer, I will take action.”
“Ugh! T, uh, but that guy is to our young lady... Ugh!”
Abel pushed the man down with all his might. Then he quickly turned around and followed Simone.
It was only natural that the nobleman's face, watching his servant fail to follow instructions and fall, gradually became more and more sinister.
***
“I guess you’re quite concerned about where the body is kept.”
Sena spoke to Simone as if trying to appease her. It seemed as though she was in a bad mood after meeting those nobles earlier.
Simone nodded.
“Because the atmosphere was ominous. I wonder if it could be that gloomy simply because there were corpses stored there.”
If there is a corpse there and it emits such an aura, then the Illeston Mansion will not be the only place rumored to be cursed in the Luan Empire.
Because all the cemeteries, palaces, and mansions of the royal family across the country will all be emitting that kind of energy.
Sena tilted her head as she watched Simone speak with a serious face.
“Was it that much?”
"Yes?"
Was it that much? What was that...
It was an aura of such a level that anyone who saw it would find it strange. It would be even more so in the Serk Empire, where it was difficult to see anything sinister, unlike the Luan Empire, which was consumed by a curse by the Occult Society.
'Haven't you noticed?'
Is there a generational difference in how they feel about energy?
Simone had never seen a necromancer other than herself, so she didn't know.
“Simone.”
Then Abel tapped Simone and spoke softly.
“Are you just going to leave those guys like that?”
“Then you’re just going to beat them up?”
“Not blindly.”
The argument is that they walked first.
“Don’t you feel bad? You’re not the type of person to put up with something like that.”
Abel is trying to persuade people with extreme emotions as if they thought he was a passionate protagonist. Well, that's true, but. Simone sighed deeply and shook her head again.
“Didn’t Orkan tell you to stop causing trouble wherever you go?”
“..."
Abel pursed his lips in discontent.
Abel gets into trouble and gets involved in accidents wherever he goes. Because of this, he had to get advice from Orkan several times while coming to the Serk Empire.
"It's different from work within the Luan Empire. This is strictly a trip between countries for trade. If you cause an accident here, you'll be a truly shameless person. Do you understand?"
"Your one small action can escalate into an international issue. Don't do anything that you'll regret to Louis or Simone. Never. Because I can't take your side on this one thing. Do you understand? Shut up, you idiot. Answer me! Aren't you going to answer? Answer me!"
Inside the ship where Simone was resting most comfortably, Abel was held captive by Orkan and had to listen to his nagging until the day he arrived at the Serk Empire.
Even inside the ship, he couldn't run away like he usually does.
"Abel, I trust you. Look at my face, and I trust you will always be a good servant."
Louis, who would occasionally pat his shoulder and burden him whenever they ran into each other, was also a major factor in pressuring him, just like Orkan.
Simone nodded happily at Abel's expression.
It seems that he has finally realized his duty. Simone whispered in a voice that only Abel could hear.
“Don’t worry. I have no intention of leaving them alone.”
"Then?"
Simone laughed heartily. Since ancient times, teaching others their place was something Simone was best at.
***
After a while, Simone, who had looked around the entire engine room, returned to the director's room and faced the Grand Duke and Duchess of Illeston.
“I heard that most students return to their hometowns on weekends. We will also be staying in the capital of Serk for a while, so you should come there on the weekend too.”
“Yes, Your Grace. Thank you for your concern.”
“If you need anything, just let Abel know. I’ve already moved your bag to your room. Since there are no servants, you’ll have to clean up. Can you do that?”
Simone smiled faintly at the worried Florier.
Where does this person think I was originally?
Simone was in charge of most of the household affairs of the large orphanage. She didn't need help to organize the luggage she had brought.
“Don't worry.”
The Grand Duke of Illeston walked forward, watching the conversation between Simone and the Archduchess Florier.
“Then see you this weekend.”
So the Grand Duke and Duchess of Illeston left the educational institution.
“...”
This is really strange.
Simone has always been able to do well by herself, but seeing them off at different places makes her feel strangely uneasy about being left alone.
'I miss you, Geneon.'
She thought things might have been different if he had been there.
Simone watched them as their carriage disappeared, then walked inside.
The unknown loneliness lasts only for a very short time.
Now it's time to get back to work.
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