“What is this situation?”
“What did you do?”
Louis and Bianchi looked at Simone as if they didn't understand for a moment.
The believers who had been adamant that they would never enter the ritual site until just a moment ago changed their attitude in an instant when Simone stepped forward.
Then, following Simone's words, he began to lead them straight to the Fountain of Rest.
Simone said with a sly smile.
“I told you I could come in today. This is the temple of the God of Death, and I am a necromancer.”
Then Abel added with a shrug.
“If you knew how Simone is treated in educational institutions, you would be shocked.”
“...I think I can tell without even looking.”
Bianchi said with a tired face.
They've already heard that the necromancer who was treated as a traitor in Luan is treated as a saint here.
But he never thought their attitude would change this much. These are people who used to be quite overbearing even towards the Crown Prince of another country.
“It is more strange that the believers try to stop the spokesman of God from getting closer to God.”
Unlike Bianchi, Orkan seemed to have come to terms with the situation early on. He explained the relationship between the believers and the first-generation necromancers in Simone's stead so that the party could understand.
Meanwhile, the believers who had been walking ahead stopped in front of a large stone gate.
Simone shivered in shock. She could tell right away without even opening the door to check.
'It's beyond here.'
The aura of death is so strong it gives her goosebumps. It's on a whole other level than before.
“This is the place where the fountain of rest is. When you enter, first of all, pray to the God of death.”
After a while, the door opened and the fountain of peace was revealed. The group looked at the fountain with frozen faces, unable to move.
An unknown eerieness and chill. This was a feeling they had felt from Simone several times before. No, it was a much stronger aura than Simone.
“Then we will take our leave. You must have a reason for coming here, right?”
The highest-ranking member of the congregation spoke to Simone, who was frozen in place. Only then did Simone, who had barely managed to free herself from the pressure, nod belatedly.
“I have something I have to do. Would you please step aside?”
“Of course. How can we witness the meeting of the noble God and the Saintess? Please call us when you are finished.”
Simone, who felt burdened by the extremely polite speech that was more formal than what she had experienced at the institution, nodded hurriedly and then bowed her head.
"Thank you."
The believers smiled happily at her greeting and walked away from the group.
“...Wow, those people, they’re people who can laugh.”
Bianchi said as if he was amazed.
Simone turned her voice away and walked away.
This is the fountain of rest.
The door was a door leading outwards, not inwards, to the temple. The deepest part of the temple was a hidden garden, with a beautiful fountain in the middle of it, and a statue erected at the innermost part of the fountain.
It's probably a statue depicting the God of death.
This place was so warm and bright for a place where the God of death resided.
Yet it was strange how it felt so cool.
“This is...”
The group also looked around the garden with blank expressions as if they felt the same way as Simone. Meanwhile, Simone took a step closer to the fountain.
Then he bowed slightly to the statue as the believer had done.
First of all, it seems certain that the God of Death resides here. The problem is how to summon God and have a conversation with him...
"...Huh?"
But Simone didn't have to worry, because before Simone could even think of a way to summon God, something had begun.
One day, a ghost that had not been seen for a long time flew in from somewhere and hugged the statue's shoulder.
The nine-foot ghost that had been clinging to the statue as if it were hanging on Simone's shoulder soon came down to the ground and lay flat on its stomach.
“...”
Simone was watching, bewildered by the sudden situation, unable to do anything.
"Ah..."
When she turned her head at the sighs she heard from behind, Simone saw that all of the people she had come with had lost consciousness and were lying on the floor.
“What? Why...”
Simone, who had been frozen in surprise, was barely able to move her body and head towards them.
[Oh, it seems my presence was a burden to them.]
A voice echoed in her head. Simone turned around to see a huge man floating in the air, sitting cross-legged.
Simone looked at him with wary eyes.
The figure of a long-haired man with black hair, black lips, sunken eyes that at first glance look tired, and a pale complexion.
From his appearance, he exuded a cold aura. At first glance, he looked like a Korean grim reaper who might appear in this world.
The only thing that is a bit different from the usual image of a grim reaper is that he looks quite young and handsome.
Simone could easily see that the man looking down at her was none other than the god of death.
The man slowly came down to stand beside her. He then bent down and met Simone's eyes.
Of course, the man was quite large, so even if he bent down, Simone would have to look up to make eye contact.
[My child came to me in person. I am very happy to see you, but what did you want to say?]
Every word he said had a tremendous amount of force and intimidation, but it wasn't particularly scary.
The very existence of the God of Death evokes tremendous fear in humans, but he seems to be keeping his presence quiet so that Simone would not be afraid of him.
Simone opened her mouth, which was barely able to open, and spoke.
“I came here because I wanted to ask you something before the final battle with Anasis. There’s also something I want to ask you.”
The God of death sat cross-legged again with his eyes closed.
[Speak.]
Simone passed the God of death and sat down on the fountain. The story will be long, as she met the God herself.
Rather, it may be a good thing that everyone in the group fainted. Perhaps the God of death knows about Simone's possession.
So, there's no need for a build-up. Let's get straight to the point.
Simone said.
“Who is Anasis?”
At her question, the God of death slowly opened his eyes.
“Is she really just an ordinary human being?”
Every time Simone heard stories about Anasis or encountered her, she felt a strange sense of alienation.
Was Anasis really just a first-generation necromancer?
Doesn't Simone know better than anyone that necromancers are not omnipotent, they only control the mana of death?
However, Anasis, as the protagonist's companion, wields much stronger power than Simone, who is recognized by the author as the greatest necromancer.
Moreover, she even sacrificed the Demon King.
That wasn't all. She could change her appearance at will, and she even placed a curse on herself that would last for 300 years after her death, she was even able to jump through time and be resurrected.
Can we really call that a person who has grown up normally?
Simone definitely thought there must be some hidden setting that wasn't revealed in the original description.
Otherwise, even if Simone changed the future, she is not a character mentioned much in the original work, so there is no way she could be this strong among the characters that currently exist.
The God of death, who had been silent for a long time, spoke with a face that showed no emotion.
[Is that information important to you right now?]
“What do you mean?”
[It doesn't matter. Whatever her identity, you have to fight her. Don't waste your precious time on mere curiosity.]
Finding out Anasis' true identity would only satisfy Simone's curiosity and would in no way affect the outcome of the battle.
[If you are curious, you can ask Anasis directly after subduing her.]
Normally, Simone would have responded amazingly, saying, "This is a rare opportunity, so can't I just ask out of simple curiosity?" But today, strangely, her voice was blocked as if her throat was blocked.
As expected, God is God. Simkne can never say anything against his will in front of him.
The God of Death spoke with his still expressionless face, looking at Simone who had her mouth shut with a very stuffy expression.
[But that child is also a new being that I created, so he or she may have the same story as you.]
“...Same story?”
Simone wanted to hear a little more, but from the determined look on his face, she realized she could no longer press him about Anasis's identity.
"All right."
Because you can't just be stubborn and go back.
Simone sighed and asked the next question obediently.
“Then why did I enter Simone’s body?”
This was also a question she could ask since he knew about Simone's identity and the rest of the group were unconscious.
“What did you do?”
Louis and Bianchi looked at Simone as if they didn't understand for a moment.
The believers who had been adamant that they would never enter the ritual site until just a moment ago changed their attitude in an instant when Simone stepped forward.
Then, following Simone's words, he began to lead them straight to the Fountain of Rest.
Simone said with a sly smile.
“I told you I could come in today. This is the temple of the God of Death, and I am a necromancer.”
Then Abel added with a shrug.
“If you knew how Simone is treated in educational institutions, you would be shocked.”
“...I think I can tell without even looking.”
Bianchi said with a tired face.
They've already heard that the necromancer who was treated as a traitor in Luan is treated as a saint here.
But he never thought their attitude would change this much. These are people who used to be quite overbearing even towards the Crown Prince of another country.
“It is more strange that the believers try to stop the spokesman of God from getting closer to God.”
Unlike Bianchi, Orkan seemed to have come to terms with the situation early on. He explained the relationship between the believers and the first-generation necromancers in Simone's stead so that the party could understand.
Meanwhile, the believers who had been walking ahead stopped in front of a large stone gate.
Simone shivered in shock. She could tell right away without even opening the door to check.
'It's beyond here.'
The aura of death is so strong it gives her goosebumps. It's on a whole other level than before.
“This is the place where the fountain of rest is. When you enter, first of all, pray to the God of death.”
After a while, the door opened and the fountain of peace was revealed. The group looked at the fountain with frozen faces, unable to move.
An unknown eerieness and chill. This was a feeling they had felt from Simone several times before. No, it was a much stronger aura than Simone.
“Then we will take our leave. You must have a reason for coming here, right?”
The highest-ranking member of the congregation spoke to Simone, who was frozen in place. Only then did Simone, who had barely managed to free herself from the pressure, nod belatedly.
“I have something I have to do. Would you please step aside?”
“Of course. How can we witness the meeting of the noble God and the Saintess? Please call us when you are finished.”
Simone, who felt burdened by the extremely polite speech that was more formal than what she had experienced at the institution, nodded hurriedly and then bowed her head.
"Thank you."
The believers smiled happily at her greeting and walked away from the group.
“...Wow, those people, they’re people who can laugh.”
Bianchi said as if he was amazed.
Simone turned her voice away and walked away.
This is the fountain of rest.
The door was a door leading outwards, not inwards, to the temple. The deepest part of the temple was a hidden garden, with a beautiful fountain in the middle of it, and a statue erected at the innermost part of the fountain.
It's probably a statue depicting the God of death.
This place was so warm and bright for a place where the God of death resided.
Yet it was strange how it felt so cool.
“This is...”
The group also looked around the garden with blank expressions as if they felt the same way as Simone. Meanwhile, Simone took a step closer to the fountain.
Then he bowed slightly to the statue as the believer had done.
First of all, it seems certain that the God of Death resides here. The problem is how to summon God and have a conversation with him...
"...Huh?"
But Simone didn't have to worry, because before Simone could even think of a way to summon God, something had begun.
One day, a ghost that had not been seen for a long time flew in from somewhere and hugged the statue's shoulder.
The nine-foot ghost that had been clinging to the statue as if it were hanging on Simone's shoulder soon came down to the ground and lay flat on its stomach.
“...”
Simone was watching, bewildered by the sudden situation, unable to do anything.
"Ah..."
When she turned her head at the sighs she heard from behind, Simone saw that all of the people she had come with had lost consciousness and were lying on the floor.
“What? Why...”
Simone, who had been frozen in surprise, was barely able to move her body and head towards them.
[Oh, it seems my presence was a burden to them.]
A voice echoed in her head. Simone turned around to see a huge man floating in the air, sitting cross-legged.
Simone looked at him with wary eyes.
The figure of a long-haired man with black hair, black lips, sunken eyes that at first glance look tired, and a pale complexion.
From his appearance, he exuded a cold aura. At first glance, he looked like a Korean grim reaper who might appear in this world.
The only thing that is a bit different from the usual image of a grim reaper is that he looks quite young and handsome.
Simone could easily see that the man looking down at her was none other than the god of death.
The man slowly came down to stand beside her. He then bent down and met Simone's eyes.
Of course, the man was quite large, so even if he bent down, Simone would have to look up to make eye contact.
[My child came to me in person. I am very happy to see you, but what did you want to say?]
Every word he said had a tremendous amount of force and intimidation, but it wasn't particularly scary.
The very existence of the God of Death evokes tremendous fear in humans, but he seems to be keeping his presence quiet so that Simone would not be afraid of him.
Simone opened her mouth, which was barely able to open, and spoke.
“I came here because I wanted to ask you something before the final battle with Anasis. There’s also something I want to ask you.”
The God of death sat cross-legged again with his eyes closed.
[Speak.]
Simone passed the God of death and sat down on the fountain. The story will be long, as she met the God herself.
Rather, it may be a good thing that everyone in the group fainted. Perhaps the God of death knows about Simone's possession.
So, there's no need for a build-up. Let's get straight to the point.
Simone said.
“Who is Anasis?”
At her question, the God of death slowly opened his eyes.
“Is she really just an ordinary human being?”
Every time Simone heard stories about Anasis or encountered her, she felt a strange sense of alienation.
Was Anasis really just a first-generation necromancer?
Doesn't Simone know better than anyone that necromancers are not omnipotent, they only control the mana of death?
However, Anasis, as the protagonist's companion, wields much stronger power than Simone, who is recognized by the author as the greatest necromancer.
Moreover, she even sacrificed the Demon King.
That wasn't all. She could change her appearance at will, and she even placed a curse on herself that would last for 300 years after her death, she was even able to jump through time and be resurrected.
Can we really call that a person who has grown up normally?
Simone definitely thought there must be some hidden setting that wasn't revealed in the original description.
Otherwise, even if Simone changed the future, she is not a character mentioned much in the original work, so there is no way she could be this strong among the characters that currently exist.
The God of death, who had been silent for a long time, spoke with a face that showed no emotion.
[Is that information important to you right now?]
“What do you mean?”
[It doesn't matter. Whatever her identity, you have to fight her. Don't waste your precious time on mere curiosity.]
Finding out Anasis' true identity would only satisfy Simone's curiosity and would in no way affect the outcome of the battle.
[If you are curious, you can ask Anasis directly after subduing her.]
Normally, Simone would have responded amazingly, saying, "This is a rare opportunity, so can't I just ask out of simple curiosity?" But today, strangely, her voice was blocked as if her throat was blocked.
As expected, God is God. Simkne can never say anything against his will in front of him.
The God of Death spoke with his still expressionless face, looking at Simone who had her mouth shut with a very stuffy expression.
[But that child is also a new being that I created, so he or she may have the same story as you.]
“...Same story?”
Simone wanted to hear a little more, but from the determined look on his face, she realized she could no longer press him about Anasis's identity.
"All right."
Because you can't just be stubborn and go back.
Simone sighed and asked the next question obediently.
“Then why did I enter Simone’s body?”
This was also a question she could ask since he knew about Simone's identity and the rest of the group were unconscious.
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