“...”
What the heck is this? Why is it doing this to me?
Simone has been surprised, embarrassed, and scared quite a few times, but this is the first time she's been in a situation so incomprehensible.
“Yes? Aren’t you going to answer? You like places where you have a lot of friends, right?”
Abel frowned at the actions of the schoolgirl who was talking while shaking Simone's arm without permission, and he approached her and roughly slapped her hand away.
“Don’t touch her. What have you been doing since a while ago?”
Abel, who had been speaking threateningly, suddenly felt something strange and closed his mouth.
Something is strange.
Now Abel has completely blocked the gap between the two of them, preventing the woman from seeing Simone.
So this woman won't be able to see Simone...
But why isn't the woman moving at all from the same gaze she was looking at Simone?
It seemed as if she was looking at Simone beyond Abel with a smiling face as if she were an elaborately crafted doll.
It's as if the Abel in front of her eyes doesn't exist.
“...Simone, you go in quickly.”
Abel lightly grabbed the handle of his sword. Despite this, his gaze remained completely unwavering.
There's something strange about this. Normally, even an ordinary person who doesn't know anything would avoid Abel if he were to emit this much energy and make these gestures.
“...Yes, I understand. Don’t attack her. I don’t know why she's doing that, but she's a student after all.”
Simone noticed that the energy radiating from Abel was tremendous and whispered softly before running away to the main building.
It seemed like Abel would quit if Simone moved.
The woman's gaze now moved to look in the direction Simone was going, but that too was quickly blocked by Abel.
“You’re not going in? Aren’t you a student?”
Soon, Simone disappeared from sight, and Abel asked suspiciously. Then, the smiling face disappeared, and the woman with a blank expression stared at Abel before slowly walking towards the main building.
'I think her name was Reina.'
The students who had been guided by Simone earlier, including Sena, called her Reina.
Sure, other students did say she was 'unusual', but...
'It seemed more dangerous than unusual.'
Simone sniffled.
Those wide-open eyes, that stupid strength, that strange question.
For some reason, no matter how she looks at something familiar, it doesn't seem human.
Then suddenly a light weight was placed on Simone's shoulders.
“Excuse me, Simone over there.”
One of the groups that guided Simone with Sena a little while ago. A student whose name she doesn't know.
“Simone, are you okay?”
“What is it?”
“You’ve been feeling a bit down lately... I was wondering if it might be because of them.”
She glanced to the side. A little way away from the two, the people who had been picking on Simone were huddled together, openly looking at Simone and whispering something.
It's sparring time now. I think she's nervous because she's worried about the upcoming sparring with them.
“No way.”
Simone shook her head and straightened her back, which had been hunched over in thought.
“I’m just a little tired. I just arrived in Serk.”
“Ah! That, that’s right! That’s right. Simone said you just arrived today, but I forgot. You’re already sparring in class as soon as you arrive. That’s amazing.”
“I’m just doing it because I have to.”
Simone answered in a flowing voice, absentmindedly staring at the student.
She resembled Anna in some way. In both her speech and her actions.
Is that why? Even though they only exchanged a few words, Simone felt strangely attached to her.
"What's your name?"
“Huh? Oh, oh! I haven’t even told you my name yet. My name is Jane.”
“Jane, it’s Jane. Please take care of me.”
“Of course!”
Jane's face, which had been somewhat tense, brightened at Simone's smile.
Bang! Bang!
A training ground where other people are busy sparring.
After the announcement, Simone immediately turned her head away, so the conversation was cut off. Jane cautiously looked at her and spoke.
“Ugh... Lady Simone, it’s not that I’m ignoring your skills... A one-on-many showdown, are you really okay with that?”
It seemed like she was worried no matter how much she thought about it.
There is a distinct difference in skill between necromancers from generation to generation.
But honestly, the skill gap between generations isn't that stark, and even if Simone is a first-generation necromancer, wouldn't it be difficult for her to deal with many third- or fourth-generation necromancers?
Jane did not want to harm the hero of another nation who had come to Serk to learn the essence of the necromancer.
Simone, who had been quietly listening to Jane's worries, asked quietly.
“Lady Jane, have you ever seen a first-generation necromancer fight?”
“Huh? Ah... Uh..."
“No?”
Jane nodded with a red face.
“Of course, you’ve never seen me fight.”
“Yes. That’s right.”
“Of course you don’t know who I fought to be treated as a hero, right?”
That's right. Jane, a Serk, only knows that 'the national disaster of the Luan Empire was solved by Simone, a first-generation necromancer, together with the Crown Prince and heroes.'
Simone smiled faintly at Jane, who seemed strangely embarrassed even though it was obvious that she didn't know.
“Generation gaps aren’t the only thing that determines skill. I’ll show you how scary the gap in experience can be.”
Simone was confident. No matter how many people attacked her, even if they were first-generation necromancers, she would definitely win.
'And maybe...'
Even within the same generation, there will be differences in strength. That's probably why students of the same generation can compete against each other.
However, unlike other generations, the first generation probably has no set limits. That is why each country will not spare any investment or support for the first generation.
'If you think about it that way, then maybe I am.'
It will probably be exceptionally strong even among the first generation.
First of all, they were the main character's group in the original work, and more than anything, there's something she's been feeling recently.
'I'll have to go to the temple of the God of death to find out for sure.'
Simone thought briefly and returned to focusing on the students' sparring. Then she asked Jane.
“Maybe more than that.”
"Yes?"
“Lady Reina, since when has she been coming here?”
“Lisa Reina?”
Jane seemed to think for a moment, then shook her head as if she didn't know.
“I’m not sure either. She entered school earlier than me. And Reina... um...”
Jane smiled awkwardly.
“Actually, I haven’t really talked to her that much. We do talk sometimes, but um. Yeah, I don’t think we’re that close.”
Even though we're not close, do you feel like you hang out together just because you're in the same group?
Simone asked.
“What kind of person is Reina?”
“Who? Uh...”
Jane looked at Simone. She seemed to not understand the question. Simone asked again.
“This is Reina’s usual appearance. Her personality and things like that.”
“Ah! Um... Lady Reina... is a bit of a special person.”
“Someone special?”
“Yes, she is usually quiet, but sometimes she acts out of the blue. For example, like she did to Simone earlier, she suddenly asks strange questions.”
Of course, it doesn't matter if you do that among your friends who hang out together. Of course, some feel burdened, but at least Jane won't care.
The problem, however, is that the target of this outburst is not your friends, but someone else.
“She asks this question to necromancers and servants he has never talked to before, but I don’t know what the criteria are or why she asks it. Even when she is walking down the street with someone, if someone catches her eye, she suddenly approaches them and asks them a question.”
“You didn’t ask why?”
If you thought it was weird, you could ask. Or you could tell them not to.
“Lady Sena asked her this separately. The content of the question was important, but why did she suddenly approach me and grab my arm hard or touch my face?”
“So what did you say?”
“‘Why don’t you tell me not to? I didn’t do it to you. Don’t worry about it,’ she said with an extremely unpleasant expression... Oh, but this.”
Why do you ask this?
Jane suddenly realized that she was gossiping about Reina, so she quickly shut her mouth and shook her head.
What the heck is this? Why is it doing this to me?
Simone has been surprised, embarrassed, and scared quite a few times, but this is the first time she's been in a situation so incomprehensible.
“Yes? Aren’t you going to answer? You like places where you have a lot of friends, right?”
Abel frowned at the actions of the schoolgirl who was talking while shaking Simone's arm without permission, and he approached her and roughly slapped her hand away.
“Don’t touch her. What have you been doing since a while ago?”
Abel, who had been speaking threateningly, suddenly felt something strange and closed his mouth.
Something is strange.
Now Abel has completely blocked the gap between the two of them, preventing the woman from seeing Simone.
So this woman won't be able to see Simone...
But why isn't the woman moving at all from the same gaze she was looking at Simone?
It seemed as if she was looking at Simone beyond Abel with a smiling face as if she were an elaborately crafted doll.
It's as if the Abel in front of her eyes doesn't exist.
“...Simone, you go in quickly.”
Abel lightly grabbed the handle of his sword. Despite this, his gaze remained completely unwavering.
There's something strange about this. Normally, even an ordinary person who doesn't know anything would avoid Abel if he were to emit this much energy and make these gestures.
“...Yes, I understand. Don’t attack her. I don’t know why she's doing that, but she's a student after all.”
Simone noticed that the energy radiating from Abel was tremendous and whispered softly before running away to the main building.
It seemed like Abel would quit if Simone moved.
The woman's gaze now moved to look in the direction Simone was going, but that too was quickly blocked by Abel.
“You’re not going in? Aren’t you a student?”
Soon, Simone disappeared from sight, and Abel asked suspiciously. Then, the smiling face disappeared, and the woman with a blank expression stared at Abel before slowly walking towards the main building.
***
'I think her name was Reina.'
The students who had been guided by Simone earlier, including Sena, called her Reina.
Sure, other students did say she was 'unusual', but...
'It seemed more dangerous than unusual.'
Simone sniffled.
Those wide-open eyes, that stupid strength, that strange question.
For some reason, no matter how she looks at something familiar, it doesn't seem human.
Then suddenly a light weight was placed on Simone's shoulders.
“Excuse me, Simone over there.”
One of the groups that guided Simone with Sena a little while ago. A student whose name she doesn't know.
“Simone, are you okay?”
“What is it?”
“You’ve been feeling a bit down lately... I was wondering if it might be because of them.”
She glanced to the side. A little way away from the two, the people who had been picking on Simone were huddled together, openly looking at Simone and whispering something.
It's sparring time now. I think she's nervous because she's worried about the upcoming sparring with them.
“No way.”
Simone shook her head and straightened her back, which had been hunched over in thought.
“I’m just a little tired. I just arrived in Serk.”
“Ah! That, that’s right! That’s right. Simone said you just arrived today, but I forgot. You’re already sparring in class as soon as you arrive. That’s amazing.”
“I’m just doing it because I have to.”
Simone answered in a flowing voice, absentmindedly staring at the student.
She resembled Anna in some way. In both her speech and her actions.
Is that why? Even though they only exchanged a few words, Simone felt strangely attached to her.
"What's your name?"
“Huh? Oh, oh! I haven’t even told you my name yet. My name is Jane.”
“Jane, it’s Jane. Please take care of me.”
“Of course!”
Jane's face, which had been somewhat tense, brightened at Simone's smile.
Bang! Bang!
A training ground where other people are busy sparring.
After the announcement, Simone immediately turned her head away, so the conversation was cut off. Jane cautiously looked at her and spoke.
“Ugh... Lady Simone, it’s not that I’m ignoring your skills... A one-on-many showdown, are you really okay with that?”
It seemed like she was worried no matter how much she thought about it.
There is a distinct difference in skill between necromancers from generation to generation.
But honestly, the skill gap between generations isn't that stark, and even if Simone is a first-generation necromancer, wouldn't it be difficult for her to deal with many third- or fourth-generation necromancers?
Jane did not want to harm the hero of another nation who had come to Serk to learn the essence of the necromancer.
Simone, who had been quietly listening to Jane's worries, asked quietly.
“Lady Jane, have you ever seen a first-generation necromancer fight?”
“Huh? Ah... Uh..."
“No?”
Jane nodded with a red face.
“Of course, you’ve never seen me fight.”
“Yes. That’s right.”
“Of course you don’t know who I fought to be treated as a hero, right?”
That's right. Jane, a Serk, only knows that 'the national disaster of the Luan Empire was solved by Simone, a first-generation necromancer, together with the Crown Prince and heroes.'
Simone smiled faintly at Jane, who seemed strangely embarrassed even though it was obvious that she didn't know.
“Generation gaps aren’t the only thing that determines skill. I’ll show you how scary the gap in experience can be.”
Simone was confident. No matter how many people attacked her, even if they were first-generation necromancers, she would definitely win.
'And maybe...'
Even within the same generation, there will be differences in strength. That's probably why students of the same generation can compete against each other.
However, unlike other generations, the first generation probably has no set limits. That is why each country will not spare any investment or support for the first generation.
'If you think about it that way, then maybe I am.'
It will probably be exceptionally strong even among the first generation.
First of all, they were the main character's group in the original work, and more than anything, there's something she's been feeling recently.
'I'll have to go to the temple of the God of death to find out for sure.'
Simone thought briefly and returned to focusing on the students' sparring. Then she asked Jane.
“Maybe more than that.”
"Yes?"
“Lady Reina, since when has she been coming here?”
“Lisa Reina?”
Jane seemed to think for a moment, then shook her head as if she didn't know.
“I’m not sure either. She entered school earlier than me. And Reina... um...”
Jane smiled awkwardly.
“Actually, I haven’t really talked to her that much. We do talk sometimes, but um. Yeah, I don’t think we’re that close.”
Even though we're not close, do you feel like you hang out together just because you're in the same group?
Simone asked.
“What kind of person is Reina?”
“Who? Uh...”
Jane looked at Simone. She seemed to not understand the question. Simone asked again.
“This is Reina’s usual appearance. Her personality and things like that.”
“Ah! Um... Lady Reina... is a bit of a special person.”
“Someone special?”
“Yes, she is usually quiet, but sometimes she acts out of the blue. For example, like she did to Simone earlier, she suddenly asks strange questions.”
Of course, it doesn't matter if you do that among your friends who hang out together. Of course, some feel burdened, but at least Jane won't care.
The problem, however, is that the target of this outburst is not your friends, but someone else.
“She asks this question to necromancers and servants he has never talked to before, but I don’t know what the criteria are or why she asks it. Even when she is walking down the street with someone, if someone catches her eye, she suddenly approaches them and asks them a question.”
“You didn’t ask why?”
If you thought it was weird, you could ask. Or you could tell them not to.
“Lady Sena asked her this separately. The content of the question was important, but why did she suddenly approach me and grab my arm hard or touch my face?”
“So what did you say?”
“‘Why don’t you tell me not to? I didn’t do it to you. Don’t worry about it,’ she said with an extremely unpleasant expression... Oh, but this.”
Why do you ask this?
Jane suddenly realized that she was gossiping about Reina, so she quickly shut her mouth and shook her head.
Are you crazy? What are you talking about here!
“Ah, well, yes. Ha, but she's usually a nice person...”
“How do you know if she’s a good person if you haven’t even talked to her much?”
"... Yes?"
Jane looked at Simone, bewildered by the seemingly sharp question.
“She’s just someone you hang out with, you don’t even really talk to, so why do you say she’s a good person?”
"That..."
“I heard she doesn’t seem like a particularly nice person.”
Jane said that Reina's actions and speech were not good at all, so how can she be considered a good person?
‘...Now that I think about it.’
Why did I think Reina was a good person?
I definitely never had any good memories with Reina. Why?
When Jane remained silent, Simone smiled faintly.
You have never been subjected to a curse, so you have no fear. Those who control souls.
Simone opened her mouth again.
“Is Reina a real person?”
“What... do you mean?”
“Not a ghost?”
"Ghost..."
“You never know. There might be ghosts among your friends. And even if there are, it wouldn’t be hard for us necromancers to tell the difference, right? We can see spirits.”
That was when.
“Simone, it’s your turn. Please come forward with your magic stone.”
It was Simone's turn to spar. Simone patted Jane on the shoulder as if telling her to think it over carefully, and then stepped forward.
“Ah, well, yes. Ha, but she's usually a nice person...”
“How do you know if she’s a good person if you haven’t even talked to her much?”
"... Yes?"
Jane looked at Simone, bewildered by the seemingly sharp question.
“She’s just someone you hang out with, you don’t even really talk to, so why do you say she’s a good person?”
"That..."
“I heard she doesn’t seem like a particularly nice person.”
Jane said that Reina's actions and speech were not good at all, so how can she be considered a good person?
‘...Now that I think about it.’
Why did I think Reina was a good person?
I definitely never had any good memories with Reina. Why?
When Jane remained silent, Simone smiled faintly.
You have never been subjected to a curse, so you have no fear. Those who control souls.
Simone opened her mouth again.
“Is Reina a real person?”
“What... do you mean?”
“Not a ghost?”
"Ghost..."
“You never know. There might be ghosts among your friends. And even if there are, it wouldn’t be hard for us necromancers to tell the difference, right? We can see spirits.”
That was when.
“Simone, it’s your turn. Please come forward with your magic stone.”
It was Simone's turn to spar. Simone patted Jane on the shoulder as if telling her to think it over carefully, and then stepped forward.
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