The weekend went by in a flash.
After visiting the temple, Simone spent her time leisurely doing nothing while Orkan and Bianchi set out again to bring El back.
As the day went by, Geneon tried to persuade Simone without getting tired.
It's dangerous. It's useless. I didn't ask you to do it. Don't you have work to do? And so on. But Simone didn't listen to a word of it.
Originally, Simone, or rather Seo Hyun-Jung's goal was to survive in this world, that was the only goal.
Whether it was killing Anasis, killing the Demon King, or even setting foot in Illeston Mansion, she did it because she felt like it. She didn't do it because someone told her to.
So, saving Geneon is just Simone's stubbornness in wanting to do whatever she wants.
“Wouldn’t it be better to kill the Demon King while we’re saving Geneon? Don’t nag at me when I have to do something anyway.”
“...”
“Why are you saying that even if I tell you to spare your life? I said I don’t want to. If I’m going to die right after the curse is lifted, I’d rather live my whole life as a cat!”
“Hey, hey, hey guy!!! There are things you can say and things you can’t say!”
“Geneon, stop it. Who can stop her from being so stubborn?”
Grand Duchess Florier, who could not stand to see Simone, who did not give a single word, and Geneon, who was rolling his eyes in frustration, eventually joined the conversation.
She put down the teacup she was holding and smiled.
“If it doesn’t work even after persuading her that much, wouldn’t it be better to give up? She's going to go out to defeat the Demon King anyway. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to give it a try.”
“As you may have heard, Grand Duchess, allowing me to absorb the Demon King’s power would consume a considerable amount of mana, time, and information.”
Even if he put so much effort into it, there was a higher chance of failure. Geneon couldn't waste time on something like that.
“Now that Anasis has taken action, it’s not enough to just run forward.”
“What do you think? Looking forward or to the side.”
The Grand Duchess Florier refilled Simone's empty cup with tea and said,
“Wouldn’t it be nice to stop walking for a moment and see more?”
Then Simone nodded as if to say, “Look at that.” Then she said,
“I’ll be very sad when Geneon dies. So stop nagging me! What kind of cat is that that meows so much?”
“...This! You bastard! What kind of tone is that when you talk to your elder!”
“What is an old man? An old man. You're a cat.”
Simone giggled and picked up her teacup.
“Anyway, we’ll take care of this ourselves, so let’s stop talking now. Geneon, please go back to the educational institution tomorrow and help us out.”
“Educational institution? Did something happen? I heard that the training ground was blown up.”
“...A bomb? Me? Oh, no.”
As expected, the Grand Duchess Florier. Perhaps because she has been through so many hardships, she is not surprised by simple things. Simone shook her head and said to her, who spoke so casually.
“I feel like I have a curse.”
“...Who dares?”
The expression on Grand Duchess Florier's face darkened in an instant.
“Are you being harassed by any chance? If that’s the case, we should formally protest to the Emperor...”
“There is no one who is openly bullying me.”
Who would bother the girl who blew up the training ground?
“I didn’t even know I was cursed until I met Geneon.”
“I guess this is the work of a worthless guy.”
Simone nodded.
“But there are some parts that bother me when I just look at it that way.”
It's something that's on her mind, but it's difficult to explain.
For example, Jane suddenly became pale as the vacation approached.
Some ghosts naturally appeared among people and asked strange questions without any hesitation.
She was also concerned that the place where the corpses were stored, which was clearly permitted and brought in officially, was giving off an oddly sinister vibe.
A curse that was placed on her without her even noticing.
“First, please take care of the child named Jane. She was acting strangely, so I gave her an amulet.”
"Jane?"
The Grand Duchess Florier instinctively turned around to look at her servants, perhaps because she remembered the servant of the same name in Simone's room.
“She is a student at an educational institution. Come to think of it, their personalities are somewhat similar.”
So she couldn't just leave it alone. Simone smiled bitterly as she realized that she was choosing to do things that were tiring and difficult.
“I see. Strange things happen there too. I wanted to let you rest comfortably.”
The Grand Duchess Florier made a pitiful face.
The goal of the Illestons was to remove Simone from the Empire of Luan and allow her to rest without anyone's request, compulsion, or curse.
But it seems that this time it was impossible.
Simone smiled dejectedly and shakily. I've already expected it. Just as the place you go will soon become the scene of the crime, the place you go will soon become the oat farm.
After visiting the temple, Simone spent her time leisurely doing nothing while Orkan and Bianchi set out again to bring El back.
As the day went by, Geneon tried to persuade Simone without getting tired.
It's dangerous. It's useless. I didn't ask you to do it. Don't you have work to do? And so on. But Simone didn't listen to a word of it.
Originally, Simone, or rather Seo Hyun-Jung's goal was to survive in this world, that was the only goal.
Whether it was killing Anasis, killing the Demon King, or even setting foot in Illeston Mansion, she did it because she felt like it. She didn't do it because someone told her to.
So, saving Geneon is just Simone's stubbornness in wanting to do whatever she wants.
“Wouldn’t it be better to kill the Demon King while we’re saving Geneon? Don’t nag at me when I have to do something anyway.”
“...”
“Why are you saying that even if I tell you to spare your life? I said I don’t want to. If I’m going to die right after the curse is lifted, I’d rather live my whole life as a cat!”
“Hey, hey, hey guy!!! There are things you can say and things you can’t say!”
“Geneon, stop it. Who can stop her from being so stubborn?”
Grand Duchess Florier, who could not stand to see Simone, who did not give a single word, and Geneon, who was rolling his eyes in frustration, eventually joined the conversation.
She put down the teacup she was holding and smiled.
“If it doesn’t work even after persuading her that much, wouldn’t it be better to give up? She's going to go out to defeat the Demon King anyway. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to give it a try.”
“As you may have heard, Grand Duchess, allowing me to absorb the Demon King’s power would consume a considerable amount of mana, time, and information.”
Even if he put so much effort into it, there was a higher chance of failure. Geneon couldn't waste time on something like that.
“Now that Anasis has taken action, it’s not enough to just run forward.”
“What do you think? Looking forward or to the side.”
The Grand Duchess Florier refilled Simone's empty cup with tea and said,
“Wouldn’t it be nice to stop walking for a moment and see more?”
Then Simone nodded as if to say, “Look at that.” Then she said,
“I’ll be very sad when Geneon dies. So stop nagging me! What kind of cat is that that meows so much?”
“...This! You bastard! What kind of tone is that when you talk to your elder!”
“What is an old man? An old man. You're a cat.”
Simone giggled and picked up her teacup.
“Anyway, we’ll take care of this ourselves, so let’s stop talking now. Geneon, please go back to the educational institution tomorrow and help us out.”
“Educational institution? Did something happen? I heard that the training ground was blown up.”
“...A bomb? Me? Oh, no.”
As expected, the Grand Duchess Florier. Perhaps because she has been through so many hardships, she is not surprised by simple things. Simone shook her head and said to her, who spoke so casually.
“I feel like I have a curse.”
“...Who dares?”
The expression on Grand Duchess Florier's face darkened in an instant.
“Are you being harassed by any chance? If that’s the case, we should formally protest to the Emperor...”
“There is no one who is openly bullying me.”
Who would bother the girl who blew up the training ground?
“I didn’t even know I was cursed until I met Geneon.”
“I guess this is the work of a worthless guy.”
Simone nodded.
“But there are some parts that bother me when I just look at it that way.”
It's something that's on her mind, but it's difficult to explain.
For example, Jane suddenly became pale as the vacation approached.
Some ghosts naturally appeared among people and asked strange questions without any hesitation.
She was also concerned that the place where the corpses were stored, which was clearly permitted and brought in officially, was giving off an oddly sinister vibe.
A curse that was placed on her without her even noticing.
“First, please take care of the child named Jane. She was acting strangely, so I gave her an amulet.”
"Jane?"
The Grand Duchess Florier instinctively turned around to look at her servants, perhaps because she remembered the servant of the same name in Simone's room.
“She is a student at an educational institution. Come to think of it, their personalities are somewhat similar.”
So she couldn't just leave it alone. Simone smiled bitterly as she realized that she was choosing to do things that were tiring and difficult.
“I see. Strange things happen there too. I wanted to let you rest comfortably.”
The Grand Duchess Florier made a pitiful face.
The goal of the Illestons was to remove Simone from the Empire of Luan and allow her to rest without anyone's request, compulsion, or curse.
But it seems that this time it was impossible.
Simone smiled dejectedly and shakily. I've already expected it. Just as the place you go will soon become the scene of the crime, the place you go will soon become the oat farm.
“But Simone, if it’s not dangerous for you, it would be best to ignore the affairs of the educational institution. The affairs of the Serk Empire are, after all, their business.”
“I know. I was just checking. I got the feeling that Abel wanted to solve it, not me.”
This time it's real. It's a curse that Simone hasn't seen before and doesn't seem to pose much of a threat to her, nor does it seem like there's any reason to interfere.
Simone was planning to just cooperate with Abel and then back out as soon as he seemed unable to resolve the issue.
“Be careful.”
“Of course.”
When Simone said that, Florier said no more. Soon the Grand Duchess left the room, and Geneon sighed in despair and headed toward Abel's room. It seemed as if he was planning to ask him more about the educational institution.
Simone left alone in the room, put down her teacup, and headed to bed.
As she lay down on the soft bed, she quickly fell into drowsiness.
'But what if it gets dangerous?'
As Simone was about to fall asleep, a sudden worry crossed her mind. Now that she had grown to the level where she could confront Anasis, any threat would not seem like a threat, but what if she were to be in danger like Geneon or Florier had said?
She couldn't help but worry about that because there were several instances where she underestimated something and ended up with a big nose injury.
“...Oh, come on, just help me out, I'll do anything for you.”
If you want me, just die.
The God of death spoke as if he cared for and cherished Simone so much, but then firmly refused Simone's request.
It doesn't matter if you're possessed by an old ghost or directly by the god of death, it's still the same thing, so what's the harm in possessing them to make them a little stronger?
At that moment, she felt a faint aura of death and turned her head. The ghost that had always been strangling her and telling her to die was standing still today, watching Simone.
'Simone.'
The ghost opened its mouth as if to say something, but unfortunately, Simone fell asleep before she could understand what it meant.
***
The next morning, Simone and Abel packed their bags and left the inn, escorted by the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess of Illeston.
Back at the educational institution, Abel headed to the dormitory where the employees were staying, and Simone also returned to the dormitory.
She was worried that she would be rejected for bringing a cat, but it seems that being a first-generation necromancer is like a cheat key here.
Since the Saintess brought it, she said that this cat was also a being permitted by the God of death and let Geneon in.
It was fortunate for Geneon because if he had been rejected, Geneon would have had to imitate a stray cat for the rest of his stay there.
“Is this a training facility? It doesn’t look that dangerous.”
Geneon said as he looked around the dormitory room.
“That’s right. I don’t feel anything here. So I thought there was no problem at all.”
“Hmm. What about the girl named Jane?”
“Probably downstairs. But she might not have returned from her parent’s house yet, and classes start tomorrow, so let’s just put our bags down and head out. There’s a lot more I want to show you than just Jane.”
What does Geneon mean to Simone?
Strangely enough, just having him in the same place made her feel less anxious and more at ease.
Simone unpacked her bags and left the dormitory with Geneon.
First, she plans to go to the morgue where she feels the strangest vibe, but before that, she needs to meet up with Abel.
“Where were the servants’ quarters? I’ve never been there, but I think it was somewhere over there.”
As Simone stammered as she headed to the servants' quarters, her memories began to fade.
Ta-da-da-dak!
“Are you going?”
“Why are you going there! Don’t go! The professor is coming!”
“Hey, let’s go for a spin. Are you sure it’s not true?”
Huh?
Students were running somewhere in groups of three or four with faces full of fear. No, some were running, while others were stopping their friends who were running in fear.
What is going on?
Simone, who had been looking at them with a puzzled expression while walking, after a while became lost in what they were saying and started running.
“Jane, why is she up on the roof? And on the roof of the servants’ quarters.”
“That’s right. Not only is there no reason, but she's a coward to even think of such a thing, right?”
“It’s not Jane, it’s just one of the servants. They die sometimes.”
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