I was cursed? When?
Simone tilted her head as if she didn't understand it.
She's thought about it, but as of now, she doesn't remember being cursed by the same necromancer.
Of course, what kind of person would do such a crazy thing so openly, but there was no feeling of being cursed or anything particularly noteworthy.
'Who dares?'
Everyone knows that if you're a necromancer from an educational institution, you wouldn't even be able to attempt this unless you're a very strong person. Especially after turning the training ground upside down this time, it's hard to even make eye contact with Simone.
Geneon sighed as he looked at Simone who was looking bewildered.
“It looks like you were hit without even realizing it. And you still let your guard down after being hit like that? Especially in a place where there are necromancers!”
"...”
If she had been cursed there, it would have been her fault for letting her guard down. She was in no position to advise Jane. Simone, who had nothing to say, simply smiled.
“If you look so pitiful, why don’t you come into the institution with me? It’s just Abel and me without Geneon, so...”
“What do you mean? Hey, are you saying I wasn’t of any help at all?”
Abel glared at Simone with a sullen face as if trying to pick a fight.
If it was an ordinary person who didn't know Abel well, he would have been scared and run away with that fierce expression, but Simone just made a face as if to ask if there was a problem.
“Which guard would beat up a man privately and then let his master be cursed?”
“...It was my fault.”
Abel's eyes, which had been sharply raised, turned gloomy. He was hot-tempered and emotional, but he was quick to accept his mistakes.
Now, the difference in skill between Simone and Abel is meaningless, but isn't he the protagonist anyway?
Even if the Necromancer's Curse was a separate area, if he had been focusing on Simone, he would have noticed that she had gained something.
So, isn't it also Abel's fault for being absorbed in other investigations and not caring for Simone because he only trusted her abilities?
Abel seemed to reflect but then opened his mouth as if he still had to say what he had to say.
“But honestly, you should have noticed the curse faster than I did. We’re protecting each other, so what are we in a position to say? Our skills are equally good, so shouldn’t we do this?”
“...Who said our skills are equal? You are much stronger. As you know, I am weak and fall over easily if I use my strength...”
“Don’t you know what weakness means? That’s a word that only suits Orkan. No. I don’t think there’s much difference between you and me...”
It's like watching a battle between spears and spears.
“Tsk.”
Childish guys. Geneon couldn't stand listening to Abel and Simone's conversation and slapped their mouths with his forepaw in annoyance.
“It’s noisy. Got it. I’ll go into the facility with you, so you guys, be quiet. Aren’t there other kids waiting?”
Only after getting scolded by Geneon did the two finally stop their bickering. The two people who have decent skills both have personalities that don't like to lose, so it only tires out those around them.
“...Anyway, now that the argument, or rather the conversation, is over, let’s quickly make a plan. Shouldn’t we rest?”
Orkan said in a tired voice.
“First of all, Bianchi and I went to the Temple of the God of Death yesterday to do a preliminary inspection...”
Orkan's expression became gloomy.
“I heard that the shrine doors are not open on weekends. The believers’ prayer ritual is held on the last day of the weekend.”
The first day of the two-day holiday is used for ritual preparations, and the second day is the day of the ritual, so the temple gates are locked.
“Then doesn’t that mean I can’t go in?”
Orkan immediately shook his head at Abel's question.
“Normally, you wouldn’t be able to get in. But Louis tried really hard.”
Louis nodded, pressing his dark-circled eyelids with his hands.
“I kept saying that I had high expectations that the first necromancer in the Luan Empire in 300 years would learn from Serk’s temple, and His Majesty the Emperor was concerned.”
Orkan nodded.
“As a VIP, I was allowed to enter the temple on weekends. However, I was told that I was not allowed to enter the Fountain of Rest, which is said to be where the god of death resides.”
“Even the Emperor can’t go there on weekends.”
Bianchi added.
As expected from the Serk Empire, which is called the kingdom of the Gods, the royal family does not seem to interfere deeply with the affairs of the temple.
Louis looked at Simone.
“This is the best I can do, but what can I do? Or, since the Fountain of Rest is also open on weekdays, we can ask for the institution’s understanding.”
Should I head to the shrine over the weekend as planned and take a look around, or should I wait a little longer and stop by on a weekday?
Simone and Abel exchanged glances as if they had never fought before. At this moment, the two were probably thinking the same thing.
Simone said.
“There’s no need for that.”
“Yes? You don’t need to do that?”
“Let’s go to the temple tomorrow as planned.”
“...Would you like to do that?”
Orkan asked back with a trembling expression. If you do, you’ll just have to look around. Orkan seemed to think it would be better to visit on a weekday.
Simone said, looking at the expression.
“I will see it tomorrow. The Fountain of Rest.”
“What do you mean?”
Then Abel answered with a grin.
“It’ll be a bit long if I explain it. I think the believers will go crazy because they want to show it to Simone.”
Because Simone will be special to them.
Rather, it is more disadvantageous to take the time to go on a weekday. Since it is open on weekdays, it is only open to tourists, so it is highly likely that access is blocked for security reasons.
Because all you'll be doing is standing in line with the general public and looking at the fountain of peace from afar.
“Anyway, don’t worry about that. Let’s just break it down now.”
Simone said. Since they don't know what will happen once they enter the temple, further conversation is pointless.
Then, the group got up from their seats obediently, although they had expressions of regret on their faces.
“But can Abel continue to stay by Simone’s side?”
Simone nodded at Louis' question.
She was cursed without knowing it, and although she doesn't know for sure, the atmosphere within the organization is not good.
Actually, the one who fits the best is Louis, so even if she hates it, she feels reassured that she's with the main character, Abel.
“It doesn’t matter now that Geneon is here with us.”
Abel clicked his tongue as he watched Simone speak rudely for no reason, and the group led him out of the room.
As everyone else left, Geneon, who had been sitting next to her instead of leaving as expected, spoke in a calm voice.
“The way to break a necromancer’s curse is simple. Just kill the target. However, if that’s not possible, there are two alternatives. One is....”
Geneon naturally gave teachings on how to lift the curse, and Simone listened quietly.
Suddenly, a question occurred to her as to why she couldn't lift her own curse even though she knew how to do it so well, but she didn't want to interrupt him, so Simone quietly buried it.
Soon night came and morning came again.
“Everyone, be careful on your way back.”
Late in the morning, after finishing breakfast, the group departed for the temple, escorted by the Grand Duchess Florier.
The distance from the accommodation to the temple was quite far, but they were able to get there in half a day by using Orkan's teleport to the middle and taking a carriage provided by the Serk Empire from the latter half.
“Your Highness, this is the Temple of Serk. It is said that the God of Death resides here, and many necromancers come here to practice.”
“I see. This place is...”
Simone stood behind the Serk nobles who were guiding Louis and looked up at the temple.
It was a place that literally had the exact image that comes to mind when you think of a temple.
A structure carved from a large stone, supporting numerous pillars, and small but delicate sculptures carved on the pillars. There were at least thousands of figures of people and gods carved on the pillars.
As she was viewing the temple with the conversation between the nobles and Louis in the background, people in black robes came out of the temple one after another and placed their hands on their chests.
“We welcome guests from the Luan Empire to the space of rest.”
They were followers of the God of death, and it seemed that placing a hand on one's heart was their way of greeting.
“Thank you for your hospitality. I know you are busy preparing for the ceremony, but I feel like now is the last chance I will have, so I apologize for being rude.”
“I accept your apology.”
As the believers placed their hands on their hearts once more, the nobles who were in charge of guiding them also greeted them and spoke to Louis.
“From now on, these people will be your guides. We ask for your understanding as we prepare for the ceremony and ask for your cooperation as much as possible.”
“Of course. Also, our group tries to be careful not to cause any inconvenience.”
Louis said goodbye to them with a big smile, and the nobles turned away from the group with embarrassed looks on their faces.
The believers walked straight to the temple.
“Follow me. Inside..."
The one who seemed to be the highest among the believers stopped talking in surprise. Suddenly, she felt a fierce gaze along with an intense energy covering her entire body, and she turned around without realizing it.
“...!”
When he turned around, what he saw was not the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince had already stepped back, and a young woman was standing in front of him.
Black hair and red eyes. Even without saying anything, he could tell right away that she was a necromancer.
‘...Now that I think about it.’
It is said that a necromancer from the Luan Empire visited Serk for training.
For a moment, awe-filled the eyes of the believers.
'Did I accompany her?'
A child of God who was born in a harsh and harsh land that rejected the God of death and became a hero after a lonely fight.
He could tell that it was her just by the fierce aura emanating from her body.
“Ahh... God, did you call this child?”
“It’s so full of the aura of death...!”
“How wonderful! How holy! How great is the blessing from God...!”
What are you talking about?
Simone suddenly became excited and looked at the believers, including the guests and everyone else, who were standing there and starting to praise.
Honestly, she knew this would happen. She came here expecting this kind of reaction.
Even professors at educational institutions would occasionally look at Simone and offer such strange praise.
However, the people who came with Abel, except for Abel, seemed quite bewildered as they had no idea what was going on.
Simone said with an embarrassed laugh.
“There is no need to look anywhere else, just guide me to the Fountain of Rest.”
Simone tilted her head as if she didn't understand it.
She's thought about it, but as of now, she doesn't remember being cursed by the same necromancer.
Of course, what kind of person would do such a crazy thing so openly, but there was no feeling of being cursed or anything particularly noteworthy.
'Who dares?'
Everyone knows that if you're a necromancer from an educational institution, you wouldn't even be able to attempt this unless you're a very strong person. Especially after turning the training ground upside down this time, it's hard to even make eye contact with Simone.
Geneon sighed as he looked at Simone who was looking bewildered.
“It looks like you were hit without even realizing it. And you still let your guard down after being hit like that? Especially in a place where there are necromancers!”
"...”
If she had been cursed there, it would have been her fault for letting her guard down. She was in no position to advise Jane. Simone, who had nothing to say, simply smiled.
“If you look so pitiful, why don’t you come into the institution with me? It’s just Abel and me without Geneon, so...”
“What do you mean? Hey, are you saying I wasn’t of any help at all?”
Abel glared at Simone with a sullen face as if trying to pick a fight.
If it was an ordinary person who didn't know Abel well, he would have been scared and run away with that fierce expression, but Simone just made a face as if to ask if there was a problem.
“Which guard would beat up a man privately and then let his master be cursed?”
“...It was my fault.”
Abel's eyes, which had been sharply raised, turned gloomy. He was hot-tempered and emotional, but he was quick to accept his mistakes.
Now, the difference in skill between Simone and Abel is meaningless, but isn't he the protagonist anyway?
Even if the Necromancer's Curse was a separate area, if he had been focusing on Simone, he would have noticed that she had gained something.
So, isn't it also Abel's fault for being absorbed in other investigations and not caring for Simone because he only trusted her abilities?
Abel seemed to reflect but then opened his mouth as if he still had to say what he had to say.
“But honestly, you should have noticed the curse faster than I did. We’re protecting each other, so what are we in a position to say? Our skills are equally good, so shouldn’t we do this?”
“...Who said our skills are equal? You are much stronger. As you know, I am weak and fall over easily if I use my strength...”
“Don’t you know what weakness means? That’s a word that only suits Orkan. No. I don’t think there’s much difference between you and me...”
It's like watching a battle between spears and spears.
“Tsk.”
Childish guys. Geneon couldn't stand listening to Abel and Simone's conversation and slapped their mouths with his forepaw in annoyance.
“It’s noisy. Got it. I’ll go into the facility with you, so you guys, be quiet. Aren’t there other kids waiting?”
Only after getting scolded by Geneon did the two finally stop their bickering. The two people who have decent skills both have personalities that don't like to lose, so it only tires out those around them.
“...Anyway, now that the argument, or rather the conversation, is over, let’s quickly make a plan. Shouldn’t we rest?”
Orkan said in a tired voice.
“First of all, Bianchi and I went to the Temple of the God of Death yesterday to do a preliminary inspection...”
Orkan's expression became gloomy.
“I heard that the shrine doors are not open on weekends. The believers’ prayer ritual is held on the last day of the weekend.”
The first day of the two-day holiday is used for ritual preparations, and the second day is the day of the ritual, so the temple gates are locked.
“Then doesn’t that mean I can’t go in?”
Orkan immediately shook his head at Abel's question.
“Normally, you wouldn’t be able to get in. But Louis tried really hard.”
Louis nodded, pressing his dark-circled eyelids with his hands.
“I kept saying that I had high expectations that the first necromancer in the Luan Empire in 300 years would learn from Serk’s temple, and His Majesty the Emperor was concerned.”
Orkan nodded.
“As a VIP, I was allowed to enter the temple on weekends. However, I was told that I was not allowed to enter the Fountain of Rest, which is said to be where the god of death resides.”
“Even the Emperor can’t go there on weekends.”
Bianchi added.
As expected from the Serk Empire, which is called the kingdom of the Gods, the royal family does not seem to interfere deeply with the affairs of the temple.
Louis looked at Simone.
“This is the best I can do, but what can I do? Or, since the Fountain of Rest is also open on weekdays, we can ask for the institution’s understanding.”
Should I head to the shrine over the weekend as planned and take a look around, or should I wait a little longer and stop by on a weekday?
Simone and Abel exchanged glances as if they had never fought before. At this moment, the two were probably thinking the same thing.
Simone said.
“There’s no need for that.”
“Yes? You don’t need to do that?”
“Let’s go to the temple tomorrow as planned.”
“...Would you like to do that?”
Orkan asked back with a trembling expression. If you do, you’ll just have to look around. Orkan seemed to think it would be better to visit on a weekday.
Simone said, looking at the expression.
“I will see it tomorrow. The Fountain of Rest.”
“What do you mean?”
Then Abel answered with a grin.
“It’ll be a bit long if I explain it. I think the believers will go crazy because they want to show it to Simone.”
Because Simone will be special to them.
Rather, it is more disadvantageous to take the time to go on a weekday. Since it is open on weekdays, it is only open to tourists, so it is highly likely that access is blocked for security reasons.
Because all you'll be doing is standing in line with the general public and looking at the fountain of peace from afar.
“Anyway, don’t worry about that. Let’s just break it down now.”
Simone said. Since they don't know what will happen once they enter the temple, further conversation is pointless.
Then, the group got up from their seats obediently, although they had expressions of regret on their faces.
“But can Abel continue to stay by Simone’s side?”
Simone nodded at Louis' question.
She was cursed without knowing it, and although she doesn't know for sure, the atmosphere within the organization is not good.
Actually, the one who fits the best is Louis, so even if she hates it, she feels reassured that she's with the main character, Abel.
“It doesn’t matter now that Geneon is here with us.”
Abel clicked his tongue as he watched Simone speak rudely for no reason, and the group led him out of the room.
As everyone else left, Geneon, who had been sitting next to her instead of leaving as expected, spoke in a calm voice.
“The way to break a necromancer’s curse is simple. Just kill the target. However, if that’s not possible, there are two alternatives. One is....”
Geneon naturally gave teachings on how to lift the curse, and Simone listened quietly.
Suddenly, a question occurred to her as to why she couldn't lift her own curse even though she knew how to do it so well, but she didn't want to interrupt him, so Simone quietly buried it.
Soon night came and morning came again.
***
“Everyone, be careful on your way back.”
Late in the morning, after finishing breakfast, the group departed for the temple, escorted by the Grand Duchess Florier.
The distance from the accommodation to the temple was quite far, but they were able to get there in half a day by using Orkan's teleport to the middle and taking a carriage provided by the Serk Empire from the latter half.
“Your Highness, this is the Temple of Serk. It is said that the God of Death resides here, and many necromancers come here to practice.”
“I see. This place is...”
Simone stood behind the Serk nobles who were guiding Louis and looked up at the temple.
It was a place that literally had the exact image that comes to mind when you think of a temple.
A structure carved from a large stone, supporting numerous pillars, and small but delicate sculptures carved on the pillars. There were at least thousands of figures of people and gods carved on the pillars.
As she was viewing the temple with the conversation between the nobles and Louis in the background, people in black robes came out of the temple one after another and placed their hands on their chests.
“We welcome guests from the Luan Empire to the space of rest.”
They were followers of the God of death, and it seemed that placing a hand on one's heart was their way of greeting.
“Thank you for your hospitality. I know you are busy preparing for the ceremony, but I feel like now is the last chance I will have, so I apologize for being rude.”
“I accept your apology.”
As the believers placed their hands on their hearts once more, the nobles who were in charge of guiding them also greeted them and spoke to Louis.
“From now on, these people will be your guides. We ask for your understanding as we prepare for the ceremony and ask for your cooperation as much as possible.”
“Of course. Also, our group tries to be careful not to cause any inconvenience.”
Louis said goodbye to them with a big smile, and the nobles turned away from the group with embarrassed looks on their faces.
The believers walked straight to the temple.
“Follow me. Inside..."
The one who seemed to be the highest among the believers stopped talking in surprise. Suddenly, she felt a fierce gaze along with an intense energy covering her entire body, and she turned around without realizing it.
“...!”
When he turned around, what he saw was not the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince had already stepped back, and a young woman was standing in front of him.
Black hair and red eyes. Even without saying anything, he could tell right away that she was a necromancer.
‘...Now that I think about it.’
It is said that a necromancer from the Luan Empire visited Serk for training.
For a moment, awe-filled the eyes of the believers.
'Did I accompany her?'
A child of God who was born in a harsh and harsh land that rejected the God of death and became a hero after a lonely fight.
He could tell that it was her just by the fierce aura emanating from her body.
“Ahh... God, did you call this child?”
“It’s so full of the aura of death...!”
“How wonderful! How holy! How great is the blessing from God...!”
What are you talking about?
Simone suddenly became excited and looked at the believers, including the guests and everyone else, who were standing there and starting to praise.
Honestly, she knew this would happen. She came here expecting this kind of reaction.
Even professors at educational institutions would occasionally look at Simone and offer such strange praise.
However, the people who came with Abel, except for Abel, seemed quite bewildered as they had no idea what was going on.
Simone said with an embarrassed laugh.
“There is no need to look anywhere else, just guide me to the Fountain of Rest.”
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