Boom- boom- boom- boom-
Jane's heart felt like it was going to burst.
“Haa. Haa... Who...”
Jane felt her throat get blocked and opened her moist eyes.
She did this because she thought that if she looked again, something would be different, but unfortunately, the blanket was still very puffy, and the heaviness pressing down on her body felt even greater than before.
Jane forced herself to turn her head and squeeze her eyes shut.
She had a burning desire to lift the blanket and check right away, but she had a hard time ignoring it.
Jane instinctively understood. If she confirmed the identity of the 'something' overlapping her body right now, she would definitely die.
There was a malice seeping into her skin, a strange aura that she could sense as a necromancer, desperately alerting her to the danger of this situation.
But that was only for a moment.
“Ugh...”
Jane couldn't help but hold onto the blanket, shedding tears of fear.
“Ah, it hurts...”
What felt like human arms began to tighten around Jane's waist as if they were going to break it.
She felt like her upper and lower body would be separated if she didn't quickly lift the blanket and get out of bed.
Jane grabbed the blanket as if she was going to lift it, but she hesitated for a while, not having the courage to do so, and then turned her head with difficulty.
And then, with the feeling that she was grasping at even the last straw, she looked at Carol who was fast asleep.
“Ca, Carol... Carol...”
Please wake up. Please.
It was then that Jane opened her mouth again, desperately hoping that Carol would wake up.
rustling-
With a swish, a pure white hand shot out from under the blanket and grabbed Jane's face.
“Ugh...!”
The scream is swallowed up by the wicked power of the pale hand, and the moment Jane grabs her arm, shaking as if having a seizure.
Carol Carol Please wake up Carol Please save me I'm scared Please save me Carol Carol Please save me Carol I'm scared
A woman's voice followed Jane's, and a pure white face suddenly popped out from under the blanket and grinned.
“...”
It hurts, it hurts, my back and legs feel like they're going to burst apart. What should I do? I have to run. It hurts, it hurts, save me, wake up, wake up, this bitch. Should I stab her to death with a knife?
When people feel extreme fear, they can't do anything. Screaming, running away, asking for help, all of this is only possible when you can think normally.
Jane did the same. All she could do was stare at the frozen white face.
Ghost. This is definitely a ghost. A ghost-like the ones she had absorbed into the magic stone and controlled.
Seeing spirits was something she was very familiar with, but never once had she felt such a sense of crisis about a mere spirit.
A vengeful spirit with such strong malice that her skills could never overcome it is trying to kill her.
This alone would have been enough to make Jane roll her eyes and faint, but there was one more thing that terrified Jane just as much.
“Ra, Ra...”
Raina.
Black hair, bloodshot red eyes more than usual. Although pale, this face was definitely Raina's.
Why on earth is she here...
At that moment, Raina's smiling lips were torn apart. Her mouth, wide open enough to swallow a human head, slowly swallowed Jane.
“Save me...”
Please save me.
Jane was eaten by Raina before she could finish her words. The dark pain of her bones and flesh being torn and broken.
That was the end of Jane.
'Is this how it ends?'
What did I do wrong?
That moment when she completely let go of the consciousness that is drifting away.
“Ugh, eww!”
Jane woke up.
“Ugh... gasp...”
She turned her head and looked out the window, breathing heavily. A sunny morning. A peaceful bed as if nothing had happened.
Was it a dream? It was so vivid?
“That... can’t be.”
Jane hurried to the mirror, checked her waistline, and froze in place.
It wasn't a dream after all.
There was a bright red bruise on her waist, just like where the ghost had grabbed her.
Drop by drop. Sweat dripping from the forehead, clammy palms.
“Ugh... Jane... Good ah, ugh! What’s wrong with your back?”
Jane was only able to come to her senses when she heard Carol's voice.
That was the first day that Jane's nightmare began.
It's already been a week since Simone came to the necromancer training institute.
Now she has fully adapted to life here, and her classmates who take classes with her have also become accustomed to Simone's presence.
The gazes of curiosity and wonder at the first-generation necromancer and the hero of a foreign country have disappeared. Of course, there are still those who find Simone difficult or uncomfortable, but that is actually a good thing.
Because no one can approach her without permission, she can live a quiet and comfortable life.
Also, the bad guys who had been picking on Simone since the first day, probably because they had been beaten so badly in sparring, ran away from class whenever there was a break.
As the students she didn't want to see disappeared from her sight, Simone's days continued with peace of mind.
“...So, although there are temples dedicated to the God of Death spread all over the world, there is only one temple where he resides, the Temple of Sekart located in Serk.”
Simone turned her gaze to look at the materials the professor had prepared. The appearance of the Sekart Temple. As expected of a temple where the God of death is said to reside, it is very large and is said to be a place where many believers reside, manage, and operate.
“There are many temples in other countries, but the reason why necromancers from other countries come to this Sekart Temple to practice and perform prayer rituals is precisely because of this.”
The professor said with a very proud face. He said that all the professors working at this educational institution, except for the director, were believers in the God of death.
As a follower of the God of death, you would be most delighted to know that a real God resides in the country you live in.
Simone smiled and rested her chin on the back of her hand.
'The Temple of Sekart...'
If I go there, will I really be able to meet the God of Death? Not the one in the form of that nine-foot ghost, but the real God of Death?
If she ever meets him, there are so many things she wants to ask him and say to him.
Of course, she can't be sure that God will meet her.
'Well, we'll find out tomorrow.'
After a week at the educational institution, after the last class of the day, the students are given two days off to go out freely.
She planned to do many things that she had put off because of classes, such as hearing reports from the groups that she had been working with individually and visiting the Sekart Temple.
It's going to be a very busy holiday in many ways.
Simone was thinking about a list of questions she would ask the God of Death if she met him when she suddenly felt a gaze and turned her head.
"Huh?"
"...Ah."
Jane flinched and lowered her head when her eyes met Simone's. It was clearly a gesture to avoid Simone's gaze.
“Why are you like that?”
“Oh, no...”
“...”
Hmm. Simone frowned and stared at Jane with her arms crossed as if observing her.
'I'm not the type of person who would mind other people's business without receiving anything in return.'
This one of all.... looks a lot like Anna...
In fact, Simone had been noticing that something was strange about Jane lately.
Unlike the first day, when she seemed quite healthy and happy, she became increasingly withered as the days went by.
If this were just because she was tired from class, she would think so. Simone, no, Seo Hyun-Jung also got on the bus with a half-zombie look on her face, whether she was going to school or work.
But Jane's condition was not that tired.
She looks gaunt. To put it more bluntly, he looks like she's drying up and dying.
Until a few days ago, they were able to have a decent conversation and even laugh occasionally, but now for some reason, she doesn't even look Simone in the eye and doesn't have the energy to talk, so she just slumps down on her desk during break time.
Even Sena and her group, who usually hang out together, seem worried, so something seems strange.
Simone thought for a moment and then asked lightly.
“Are you okay these days?”
CLANG!
“...”
Even though it was a light question, Simone got an overly surprised reaction.
Simone could read many conflicts in Jane's red eyes that she had only met briefly.
She guessed something happened to her.
It seemed as though she was wondering if she should tell Simone about her problems.
Jane thought about it for quite some time and then shook her head.
“Nothing... nothing, Simone.”
"...is it so?"
"...yes."
“....”
If it were normal, Simone would have quickly turned my attention away, thinking, “Well, what’s the big deal?”
However.
Simone scratched her head irritably.
Oh, it's just that she resembles Anna so much! There's no need to be similar to someone who doesn't say anything and just tries to deal with problems on their own!
Simone sighed and awkwardly placed a hand on Jane's shoulder.
“Then... If anything happens, tell me. We’re friends.”
“Lady Simone...”
“If it’s a dangerous situation, tell me. I don’t feel well.”
As Jane nodded with a moved expression on her face at Simone's affectionate words and opened her mouth, the bell signaling the end of class rang.
“We’ll end the class here. I hope you all have a healthy holiday.”
“Thank you for your hard work, professor.”
"Let's go!"
Students rose from their seats, their voices more energetic than ever.
Jane, who seemed determined to say something more, quickly shut her mouth, awkwardly greeted Simone, and hurriedly left.
“...”
Simone silently watched Jane's back, then packed her bag and left the classroom.
“Are you out? Then let’s go. The kids are already here and just waiting for us.”
Abel, who had been waiting in front of the building, approached Simone carrying her luggage that he had prepared in advance. Simone looked up at the main building with a somewhat uncomfortable expression and then left the facility with him.
It was the beginning of a regular holiday.
Jane's heart felt like it was going to burst.
“Haa. Haa... Who...”
Jane felt her throat get blocked and opened her moist eyes.
She did this because she thought that if she looked again, something would be different, but unfortunately, the blanket was still very puffy, and the heaviness pressing down on her body felt even greater than before.
Jane forced herself to turn her head and squeeze her eyes shut.
She had a burning desire to lift the blanket and check right away, but she had a hard time ignoring it.
Jane instinctively understood. If she confirmed the identity of the 'something' overlapping her body right now, she would definitely die.
There was a malice seeping into her skin, a strange aura that she could sense as a necromancer, desperately alerting her to the danger of this situation.
But that was only for a moment.
“Ugh...”
Jane couldn't help but hold onto the blanket, shedding tears of fear.
“Ah, it hurts...”
What felt like human arms began to tighten around Jane's waist as if they were going to break it.
She felt like her upper and lower body would be separated if she didn't quickly lift the blanket and get out of bed.
Jane grabbed the blanket as if she was going to lift it, but she hesitated for a while, not having the courage to do so, and then turned her head with difficulty.
And then, with the feeling that she was grasping at even the last straw, she looked at Carol who was fast asleep.
“Ca, Carol... Carol...”
Please wake up. Please.
It was then that Jane opened her mouth again, desperately hoping that Carol would wake up.
rustling-
With a swish, a pure white hand shot out from under the blanket and grabbed Jane's face.
“Ugh...!”
The scream is swallowed up by the wicked power of the pale hand, and the moment Jane grabs her arm, shaking as if having a seizure.
Carol Carol Please wake up Carol Please save me I'm scared Please save me Carol Carol Please save me Carol I'm scared
A woman's voice followed Jane's, and a pure white face suddenly popped out from under the blanket and grinned.
“...”
It hurts, it hurts, my back and legs feel like they're going to burst apart. What should I do? I have to run. It hurts, it hurts, save me, wake up, wake up, this bitch. Should I stab her to death with a knife?
When people feel extreme fear, they can't do anything. Screaming, running away, asking for help, all of this is only possible when you can think normally.
Jane did the same. All she could do was stare at the frozen white face.
Ghost. This is definitely a ghost. A ghost-like the ones she had absorbed into the magic stone and controlled.
Seeing spirits was something she was very familiar with, but never once had she felt such a sense of crisis about a mere spirit.
A vengeful spirit with such strong malice that her skills could never overcome it is trying to kill her.
This alone would have been enough to make Jane roll her eyes and faint, but there was one more thing that terrified Jane just as much.
“Ra, Ra...”
Raina.
Black hair, bloodshot red eyes more than usual. Although pale, this face was definitely Raina's.
Why on earth is she here...
At that moment, Raina's smiling lips were torn apart. Her mouth, wide open enough to swallow a human head, slowly swallowed Jane.
“Save me...”
Please save me.
Jane was eaten by Raina before she could finish her words. The dark pain of her bones and flesh being torn and broken.
That was the end of Jane.
'Is this how it ends?'
What did I do wrong?
That moment when she completely let go of the consciousness that is drifting away.
“Ugh, eww!”
Jane woke up.
“Ugh... gasp...”
She turned her head and looked out the window, breathing heavily. A sunny morning. A peaceful bed as if nothing had happened.
Was it a dream? It was so vivid?
“That... can’t be.”
Jane hurried to the mirror, checked her waistline, and froze in place.
It wasn't a dream after all.
There was a bright red bruise on her waist, just like where the ghost had grabbed her.
Drop by drop. Sweat dripping from the forehead, clammy palms.
“Ugh... Jane... Good ah, ugh! What’s wrong with your back?”
Jane was only able to come to her senses when she heard Carol's voice.
That was the first day that Jane's nightmare began.
***
It's already been a week since Simone came to the necromancer training institute.
Now she has fully adapted to life here, and her classmates who take classes with her have also become accustomed to Simone's presence.
The gazes of curiosity and wonder at the first-generation necromancer and the hero of a foreign country have disappeared. Of course, there are still those who find Simone difficult or uncomfortable, but that is actually a good thing.
Because no one can approach her without permission, she can live a quiet and comfortable life.
Also, the bad guys who had been picking on Simone since the first day, probably because they had been beaten so badly in sparring, ran away from class whenever there was a break.
As the students she didn't want to see disappeared from her sight, Simone's days continued with peace of mind.
“...So, although there are temples dedicated to the God of Death spread all over the world, there is only one temple where he resides, the Temple of Sekart located in Serk.”
Simone turned her gaze to look at the materials the professor had prepared. The appearance of the Sekart Temple. As expected of a temple where the God of death is said to reside, it is very large and is said to be a place where many believers reside, manage, and operate.
“There are many temples in other countries, but the reason why necromancers from other countries come to this Sekart Temple to practice and perform prayer rituals is precisely because of this.”
The professor said with a very proud face. He said that all the professors working at this educational institution, except for the director, were believers in the God of death.
As a follower of the God of death, you would be most delighted to know that a real God resides in the country you live in.
Simone smiled and rested her chin on the back of her hand.
'The Temple of Sekart...'
If I go there, will I really be able to meet the God of Death? Not the one in the form of that nine-foot ghost, but the real God of Death?
If she ever meets him, there are so many things she wants to ask him and say to him.
Of course, she can't be sure that God will meet her.
'Well, we'll find out tomorrow.'
After a week at the educational institution, after the last class of the day, the students are given two days off to go out freely.
She planned to do many things that she had put off because of classes, such as hearing reports from the groups that she had been working with individually and visiting the Sekart Temple.
It's going to be a very busy holiday in many ways.
Simone was thinking about a list of questions she would ask the God of Death if she met him when she suddenly felt a gaze and turned her head.
"Huh?"
"...Ah."
Jane flinched and lowered her head when her eyes met Simone's. It was clearly a gesture to avoid Simone's gaze.
“Why are you like that?”
“Oh, no...”
“...”
Hmm. Simone frowned and stared at Jane with her arms crossed as if observing her.
'I'm not the type of person who would mind other people's business without receiving anything in return.'
This one of all.... looks a lot like Anna...
In fact, Simone had been noticing that something was strange about Jane lately.
Unlike the first day, when she seemed quite healthy and happy, she became increasingly withered as the days went by.
If this were just because she was tired from class, she would think so. Simone, no, Seo Hyun-Jung also got on the bus with a half-zombie look on her face, whether she was going to school or work.
But Jane's condition was not that tired.
She looks gaunt. To put it more bluntly, he looks like she's drying up and dying.
Until a few days ago, they were able to have a decent conversation and even laugh occasionally, but now for some reason, she doesn't even look Simone in the eye and doesn't have the energy to talk, so she just slumps down on her desk during break time.
Even Sena and her group, who usually hang out together, seem worried, so something seems strange.
Simone thought for a moment and then asked lightly.
“Are you okay these days?”
CLANG!
“...”
Even though it was a light question, Simone got an overly surprised reaction.
Simone could read many conflicts in Jane's red eyes that she had only met briefly.
She guessed something happened to her.
It seemed as though she was wondering if she should tell Simone about her problems.
Jane thought about it for quite some time and then shook her head.
“Nothing... nothing, Simone.”
"...is it so?"
"...yes."
“....”
If it were normal, Simone would have quickly turned my attention away, thinking, “Well, what’s the big deal?”
However.
Simone scratched her head irritably.
Oh, it's just that she resembles Anna so much! There's no need to be similar to someone who doesn't say anything and just tries to deal with problems on their own!
Simone sighed and awkwardly placed a hand on Jane's shoulder.
“Then... If anything happens, tell me. We’re friends.”
“Lady Simone...”
“If it’s a dangerous situation, tell me. I don’t feel well.”
As Jane nodded with a moved expression on her face at Simone's affectionate words and opened her mouth, the bell signaling the end of class rang.
“We’ll end the class here. I hope you all have a healthy holiday.”
“Thank you for your hard work, professor.”
"Let's go!"
Students rose from their seats, their voices more energetic than ever.
Jane, who seemed determined to say something more, quickly shut her mouth, awkwardly greeted Simone, and hurriedly left.
“...”
Simone silently watched Jane's back, then packed her bag and left the classroom.
“Are you out? Then let’s go. The kids are already here and just waiting for us.”
Abel, who had been waiting in front of the building, approached Simone carrying her luggage that he had prepared in advance. Simone looked up at the main building with a somewhat uncomfortable expression and then left the facility with him.
It was the beginning of a regular holiday.
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