Geneon looked at Simone with a bitter face.
Simone is both different and similar to Anasis in many ways.
Every time he saw a figure that resembled Anasis, Geneon's heart would drop to the ground and not return, but this time it was a bit more severe.
'No matter how unavoidable the situation was...'
Look at the countless knife marks on that body. How can a human being think like that?
When faced with a situation that they cannot solve on their own, ordinary people give up or tremble in fear and wait for someone to rescue them.
No matter how brave and daring Simone was, she thought of inflicting wounds all over her body and summoning the God of death.
The way she devoted her life to living for a purpose was so similar to Anasis that it was scary.
“The body can be likened to the clothes that the soul puts on and takes off. When it becomes unusable, you can find another body. Unlike me, ordinary people don’t know how to do that. What do you think about this, Master?”
Geneon looked at Simone's back, recalling what Anasis had said a long time ago.
At that time, Anasis said with a face full of accomplishment that she had finally succeeded in the experiment of separating and transferring the body and soul.
After she killed herself by butchering her own body and transferring her soul into the corpse of a child.
That day, Geneon felt fear for his disciple for the first time.
Simone, what are you feeling now that you've stabbed yourself and are covered in blood?
A sense of accomplishment at having summoned a God? Or the fear of being so close to death?
He hopes Simone doesn't feel too much fear about what happened today. But he'd rather she feel the latter than the harm she did to herself.
Geneon walked towards her without saying a word.
'Not as good as Simone.'
He won't turn her into a monster who has given up on being human like Anasis.
With that pledge.
"Ha."
Abel let out the breath he had been holding without realizing it and looked around.
The black beast disappeared, and the corpses that had been tormenting Simone were freed from the spell they had been under, becoming ordinary corpses.
As he and Simone took turns destroying the building, the morgue, and the surrounding floor were left completely unusable, but considering the mess the director and Tiera had made, it was fortunate that it ended this way.
Yes, the whole situation was quickly calmed down by Simone.
The clouds that had covered the moon cleared and a cool breeze blew by quietly.
Inside the quiet institution.
If the morgue and its surroundings hadn't been blown to pieces, if Simone hadn't been standing wounded in the rubble, it would have been as quiet as any other morning.
But Abel still held his sword tightly without letting his guard down. His sharp gaze was directed at none other than Simone.
He knows Simone's power is great, but no matter how great it is, isn't this on a different level?
No matter how many times he thinks about it, that's not a human. That aura. It's better to say that it's a monster wearing Simone's skin...
“Abel.”
"Yes?"
Geneon climbed onto Abel's shoulder and shook his head.
“Don’t point your sword at that child now. If you want to die a little easier.”
"...Die?"
What are you talking about?
When Abel made a face of absurdity, Geneon shook his head again.
“Don’t do anything to go against God. I’m telling you this for your own good, so just put your sword away.”
“God?”
Abel did not understand what Geneon was saying, but he put his sword away as he was told. Then he sighed and said,
“It’s all over, so can you come out now?”
At Abel's words, the students who had been hiding behind the trees began to stick their heads out one by one with frightened expressions.
"I..."
A dozen or so students, looking back and forth between the morgue and Abel, reluctantly stepped forward under his fierce gaze.
“Look, I didn’t mean to look...”
“I know. I came out because it was noisy.”
"Yes..."
In fact, he had sensed their presence for quite some time. They were probably students who woke up to the sound of the buildings being destroyed indiscriminately in an attempt to save Simone.
The students glanced at the haphazardly sprawled director and Tiera with helpless faces. It seemed like they had a rough idea of the situation.
'It turned out well, actually.'
Abel tied the hands and feet of the director and Tiera as if nothing happened, and none of the students tried to stop him.
“You see, don’t you? It’s not our fault that things turned out this way. These people locked Simone in there, and I broke it down to save her.”
“Oh, I know.”
The students answered, shivering. The school uniforms were occasionally visible among the corpses piled up in the storage room. A variety of emotions flashed across the students' faces.
The biggest one is the sense of betrayal. They must have been shocked to learn that the head of the organization he trusted and followed had killed the students of the organization and hidden them in a storage facility. The reason for this is still unknown.
After a while, one of the students who had been looking at the corpses in the storage room for a long time spoke to Abel with a grave expression.
“Are you Simone’s escort?”
“...Well, that’s true.”
“Can I approach Simone now?”
The necromancer students must have felt Simone's aura more than anyone else. The current Simone was giving off an aura so oppressive that they couldn't even look at her.
Abel glanced at Simone and shook his head.
“I don’t know. But I think it would be better if you didn’t go? If you have anything to say, tell me. I’ll tell her.”
“Then... Please tell her to formally protest to the Serk Empire.”
Abel's eyes widened in surprise.
“Of course, I think so.”
Can you, a noble of Serk, say that?
The student who read Abel's thoughts nodded solemnly.
“We will be witnesses. She will be able to hear the truth easily.”
All fifteen students who had been hesitating at his words nodded. Of course, what he is saying now may be words spoken emotionally, overcome by a sense of betrayal.
But this is the right thing to do. At least for the sake of the innocent students and for this place that will become a training ground for many necromancers, they must clearly investigate their purpose for doing this.
Of course, as a noble of Serk, he says this out of a sense of responsibility to not create conflict with the Great Empire of Luan over something like this.
Abel nodded.
“Yes. I’ll tell her that. Are you done talking?”
“Huh? Uh...yes.”
In fact, he wanted to stay here a little longer and observe the situation, but the student nodded without realizing it as he saw Abel's gaze as if he was facing an intruder.
Abel nodded vaguely.
“Then go.”
If his colleagues had seen it, they would have scolded him for speaking so arrogantly. However, the students flinched, bowed politely, and returned to their dorms in a dignified manner.
They were nobles, and Abel was a servant, but judging by the way they were overly polite, it seemed that they were quite afraid of his power.
Only after all the students had left did Simone, who had been standing still like a broken doll, begin to move.
She approached Abel and Geneon with a cold expression.
Tired-looking eyes and black lips.
The aura emanating from her still had the breathtaking majesty of someone facing a great disaster right before their eyes, but when he saw her up close, her eyes were still Simone's as always.
“Simone...”
“If you’re going to save me, then save me quickly. I was really scared.”
A resentful remark made as if it were a joke. When Abel lowered his head in frustration, unable to say anything, Simone snickered.
At that moment, the heavy aura that had been weighing down Abel and Geneon flew away in an instant.
Simone asked.
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
Simone's voice was the same as always. The inexplicable ominousness in her expression must have been due to the aura he had felt a moment ago and the destructive power she had displayed.
For some reason, instead of Geneon, who was very stiff, Abel frowned and spoke curtly.
“Is this when you worry about other people? What the hell is that?”
“Ha, that was literally a bloody choice.”
“...What the hell are you talking about?”
“Yes, something like that. It doesn’t hurt right now, so it’s okay...”
Simone examined her body. Looking at it in a bright place, she could see that she had stabbed herself quite a bit. She had made a big decision to do it because she was confident, but her body was starting to tremble and feel numb, so she thought that if God left her body, the dull pain would come rushing back all at once.
'If I had known Abel would save me, I wouldn't have done it... '
Since the communication device connection was not working, she thought something had happened to Abel and Geneon, so she tried to force herself to come out, and this is what happened.
Simone sighed deeply, thinking about the aftermath that would come later.
“What is going on?”
“Study... Huh... Ugh, slow down a bit...”
From afar, Louis and Orkan were running towards me in a panic but stopped short as they took in all this tragedy.
Simone is both different and similar to Anasis in many ways.
Every time he saw a figure that resembled Anasis, Geneon's heart would drop to the ground and not return, but this time it was a bit more severe.
'No matter how unavoidable the situation was...'
Look at the countless knife marks on that body. How can a human being think like that?
When faced with a situation that they cannot solve on their own, ordinary people give up or tremble in fear and wait for someone to rescue them.
No matter how brave and daring Simone was, she thought of inflicting wounds all over her body and summoning the God of death.
The way she devoted her life to living for a purpose was so similar to Anasis that it was scary.
“The body can be likened to the clothes that the soul puts on and takes off. When it becomes unusable, you can find another body. Unlike me, ordinary people don’t know how to do that. What do you think about this, Master?”
Geneon looked at Simone's back, recalling what Anasis had said a long time ago.
At that time, Anasis said with a face full of accomplishment that she had finally succeeded in the experiment of separating and transferring the body and soul.
After she killed herself by butchering her own body and transferring her soul into the corpse of a child.
That day, Geneon felt fear for his disciple for the first time.
Simone, what are you feeling now that you've stabbed yourself and are covered in blood?
A sense of accomplishment at having summoned a God? Or the fear of being so close to death?
He hopes Simone doesn't feel too much fear about what happened today. But he'd rather she feel the latter than the harm she did to herself.
Geneon walked towards her without saying a word.
'Not as good as Simone.'
He won't turn her into a monster who has given up on being human like Anasis.
With that pledge.
***
"Ha."
Abel let out the breath he had been holding without realizing it and looked around.
The black beast disappeared, and the corpses that had been tormenting Simone were freed from the spell they had been under, becoming ordinary corpses.
As he and Simone took turns destroying the building, the morgue, and the surrounding floor were left completely unusable, but considering the mess the director and Tiera had made, it was fortunate that it ended this way.
Yes, the whole situation was quickly calmed down by Simone.
The clouds that had covered the moon cleared and a cool breeze blew by quietly.
Inside the quiet institution.
If the morgue and its surroundings hadn't been blown to pieces, if Simone hadn't been standing wounded in the rubble, it would have been as quiet as any other morning.
But Abel still held his sword tightly without letting his guard down. His sharp gaze was directed at none other than Simone.
He knows Simone's power is great, but no matter how great it is, isn't this on a different level?
No matter how many times he thinks about it, that's not a human. That aura. It's better to say that it's a monster wearing Simone's skin...
“Abel.”
"Yes?"
Geneon climbed onto Abel's shoulder and shook his head.
“Don’t point your sword at that child now. If you want to die a little easier.”
"...Die?"
What are you talking about?
When Abel made a face of absurdity, Geneon shook his head again.
“Don’t do anything to go against God. I’m telling you this for your own good, so just put your sword away.”
“God?”
Abel did not understand what Geneon was saying, but he put his sword away as he was told. Then he sighed and said,
“It’s all over, so can you come out now?”
At Abel's words, the students who had been hiding behind the trees began to stick their heads out one by one with frightened expressions.
"I..."
A dozen or so students, looking back and forth between the morgue and Abel, reluctantly stepped forward under his fierce gaze.
“Look, I didn’t mean to look...”
“I know. I came out because it was noisy.”
"Yes..."
In fact, he had sensed their presence for quite some time. They were probably students who woke up to the sound of the buildings being destroyed indiscriminately in an attempt to save Simone.
The students glanced at the haphazardly sprawled director and Tiera with helpless faces. It seemed like they had a rough idea of the situation.
'It turned out well, actually.'
Abel tied the hands and feet of the director and Tiera as if nothing happened, and none of the students tried to stop him.
“You see, don’t you? It’s not our fault that things turned out this way. These people locked Simone in there, and I broke it down to save her.”
“Oh, I know.”
The students answered, shivering. The school uniforms were occasionally visible among the corpses piled up in the storage room. A variety of emotions flashed across the students' faces.
The biggest one is the sense of betrayal. They must have been shocked to learn that the head of the organization he trusted and followed had killed the students of the organization and hidden them in a storage facility. The reason for this is still unknown.
After a while, one of the students who had been looking at the corpses in the storage room for a long time spoke to Abel with a grave expression.
“Are you Simone’s escort?”
“...Well, that’s true.”
“Can I approach Simone now?”
The necromancer students must have felt Simone's aura more than anyone else. The current Simone was giving off an aura so oppressive that they couldn't even look at her.
Abel glanced at Simone and shook his head.
“I don’t know. But I think it would be better if you didn’t go? If you have anything to say, tell me. I’ll tell her.”
“Then... Please tell her to formally protest to the Serk Empire.”
Abel's eyes widened in surprise.
“Of course, I think so.”
Can you, a noble of Serk, say that?
The student who read Abel's thoughts nodded solemnly.
“We will be witnesses. She will be able to hear the truth easily.”
All fifteen students who had been hesitating at his words nodded. Of course, what he is saying now may be words spoken emotionally, overcome by a sense of betrayal.
But this is the right thing to do. At least for the sake of the innocent students and for this place that will become a training ground for many necromancers, they must clearly investigate their purpose for doing this.
Of course, as a noble of Serk, he says this out of a sense of responsibility to not create conflict with the Great Empire of Luan over something like this.
Abel nodded.
“Yes. I’ll tell her that. Are you done talking?”
“Huh? Uh...yes.”
In fact, he wanted to stay here a little longer and observe the situation, but the student nodded without realizing it as he saw Abel's gaze as if he was facing an intruder.
Abel nodded vaguely.
“Then go.”
If his colleagues had seen it, they would have scolded him for speaking so arrogantly. However, the students flinched, bowed politely, and returned to their dorms in a dignified manner.
They were nobles, and Abel was a servant, but judging by the way they were overly polite, it seemed that they were quite afraid of his power.
Only after all the students had left did Simone, who had been standing still like a broken doll, begin to move.
She approached Abel and Geneon with a cold expression.
Tired-looking eyes and black lips.
The aura emanating from her still had the breathtaking majesty of someone facing a great disaster right before their eyes, but when he saw her up close, her eyes were still Simone's as always.
“Simone...”
“If you’re going to save me, then save me quickly. I was really scared.”
A resentful remark made as if it were a joke. When Abel lowered his head in frustration, unable to say anything, Simone snickered.
At that moment, the heavy aura that had been weighing down Abel and Geneon flew away in an instant.
Simone asked.
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
Simone's voice was the same as always. The inexplicable ominousness in her expression must have been due to the aura he had felt a moment ago and the destructive power she had displayed.
For some reason, instead of Geneon, who was very stiff, Abel frowned and spoke curtly.
“Is this when you worry about other people? What the hell is that?”
“Ha, that was literally a bloody choice.”
“...What the hell are you talking about?”
“Yes, something like that. It doesn’t hurt right now, so it’s okay...”
Simone examined her body. Looking at it in a bright place, she could see that she had stabbed herself quite a bit. She had made a big decision to do it because she was confident, but her body was starting to tremble and feel numb, so she thought that if God left her body, the dull pain would come rushing back all at once.
'If I had known Abel would save me, I wouldn't have done it... '
Since the communication device connection was not working, she thought something had happened to Abel and Geneon, so she tried to force herself to come out, and this is what happened.
Simone sighed deeply, thinking about the aftermath that would come later.
“What is going on?”
“Study... Huh... Ugh, slow down a bit...”
From afar, Louis and Orkan were running towards me in a panic but stopped short as they took in all this tragedy.
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