“How to get rid of Anasis?”
"...Suddenly?"
The group, who were about to shower Simone with worry and nagging, exchanged glances at the unexpected remark.
As soon as she entered the room, she said, "Wake me up when the treatment is over," and then fainted. Now that he's barely escaped death, what is he suddenly saying?
“Anyway, he’s a bit weird. I don’t know what she’s thinking.”
“That’s right. It seems like she really enjoys saying things out of the blue. Does she wake up and think about what she's going to say before fainting?”
Abel and Bianchi grumbled with annoyed faces.
Simone smiled awkwardly.
The group was very worried and didn't know what had happened to Simone, so this cold reaction was understandable.
And when she thinks about it herself, sometimes it seems like she only chooses to say mean things.
Louis sighed deeply and pulled up a chair next to Simone's bed.
“Please explain slowly. Starting with the fact that you met the God of Death. No, starting with what happened at the institution before that.”
“That’s right. What were you doing there? What did you do to get hurt like that?”
That's what I mean. Simone also let out a faint breath. At that time, there really was no other way, but where and how should she start explaining this so that the group would understand...
To explain why Simone acted this way, she had to start with the conversation she had with the God of death at the Fountain of Rest.
“Uh... Should I say something a bit long?”
It was a bit shocking to just pass it off as nothing special, as usual. As Simone spoke while looking around, the people gathered around her came over and sat down next to Simone.
Simone began to explain, trying hard to organize what had happened so far in her head.
“When I was locked in the morgue, there was a knife stuck in my back... I was bleeding a lot...”
Simone said with the most pitiful expression possible. She thinks she'll get scolded less if she starts laying the groundwork now.
The expressions on the group's faces became even more serious at Simone's words.
“Was the wound on your back the director’s?”
“I can’t stab myself in the back. I was attacked from behind and couldn’t respond.”
“These things!”
Bianchi and Abel got up nervously, their faces red, and headed towards the sprawling director.
It was natural for them to be so angry, even though it seemed like they were overreacting to one word.
When treating Simone, there wasn't a single spot that was unscathed, but the one with the deepest wound was the puncture wound on her back.
Not only was the bleeding severe, but all the organs were damaged, so even the Orkans and healers could not easily touch it.
In other places, I can't tell you how gloomy the atmosphere became when a healer who was skilled at treating patients said, with cold sweat dripping down his face, that the treatment might not work and that he couldn't guarantee her life.
He can guess the situation when Simone faints without even asking. Simone glanced at them and continued speaking.
“I somehow managed to pull out the sword and regain my senses, but I ended up in a situation where I couldn’t use my strength.”
“A situation where you can’t use your strength?”
Even in this place where only necromancers gather, it has been reported that Simone possesses exceptionally strong skills. What kind of situation could there be where Simone cannot use her power?
Simone shook her head as if she didn't know.
“Every time I try to use mana, the corpses move and absorb the power, but I don’t really know how it works.”
“It’s probably a wizard’s spell.”
“A wizard’s spell?”
Orkan nodded. After finishing Simone’s treatment, he searched around the morgue and found that there were quite a few magical spells carved into every corner.
“Most of them were spells intended to conceal crimes, but if there were spells engraved inside the vault, their purpose would have been different from that of the outside.”
“Is there a magic that allows corpses to absorb mana?”
“Of course there is. It’s what is commonly called black magic.”
“Ah, black magic.”
A black magician's magic that allows him to gather and use death mana from outside sources, even if he is not a necromancer.
The head of the institution that is supposed to protect and manage the students even uses the power of a black magician to harm the students.
It's probably not just the director's doing. The young lady lying next to her. If something this dangerous was done, it's more likely that it was the young lady's family who initiated it rather than the director.
“So, I couldn’t use my strength, and the place where I was stabbed hurt, and I was losing consciousness due to the bleeding, and anyway, I was becoming less and less in my right mind, so I suddenly remembered the conversation I had with the God of death.”
Simone paused for a moment and rolled her eyes.
She doesn't remember it well because it was an accident that really took her mind off things, but she actually heard a singing voice among the many corpses at that time.
In the whispering song, as if telling her to fall asleep comfortably, as if telling her to find peace, she also seemed to hear the words from the God of death that day, telling her to die.
Did the idea of meeting the God of Death come to him on his own or did the God of Death indirectly show him the way to live?
'You looked at me like I was really pathetic.'
Thinking about those eyes, it might have been an illusion.
“Anyway, that’s why I tried it. I thought Abel and Geneon would be in danger just like me and wouldn’t be able to come to save me. If things continued like this, they would either die from excessive bleeding or get caught by the corpses and die.”
Simone thought that if she was going to die anyway, she might as well try. She was really scared, but she was able to do it because she wasn't in her right mind.
Simone smiled faintly.
“I was worried that I would die like this, but thank you for saving my life.”
“Simone... Well... Since you said it was an unavoidable situation, I have nothing to say. Rather, I should be sorry. I should have intervened a little more closely.”
“Did you know that? Even the director over there didn’t know until yesterday that she would be the one who would suffer. But more importantly, can I get up now? I think I need to deal with those people before we talk about Anasis.”
Simone nodded to the director and Tiera.
“Oh, yes. Your wounds have all healed. If you feel any discomfort, you may stand up.”
As soon as Orkan gave permission, Simone got out of bed. Then, twisting her slightly hunched body, she approached the director and Tiera.
“Hmm. Didn’t you say that these people weren’t really fainting, but were just pretending to be?”
“Yeah, that’s right. Come on, I guess they're not stupid, they just close their eyes and fool themselves.”
Bianchi said, tapping the two women with his fingers.
Simone sighed and crouched down next to Bianchi. She stared at the director's face for a long time before making a sly grin. As she continued to look, she saw the director's eyelids tremble slightly.
“Director, are you listening? That stabbing you with the knife, didn’t it hurt a lot?”
“...”
“How did you plan on dealing with the aftermath? It would have been a better choice to tear Tiera apart than to kill me.”
At that moment, Abel approached Simone from behind, drew his sword, and aimed it at the director. The sound of the blade rang out eerily, and the director's eyelids fluttered once more.
“Didn’t you say you were going to dispose of this person in Luan, Louis?”
“Yes, and the student next to her too. Serk won’t refuse either. If it means not supporting Luan at the cost of those two people’s lives, I’ll give it to you.”
Louis answered in a calm voice.
“How about the investigation? Judging from the condition, it looks like she has no intention of opening her mouth until her jaw is ripped off.”
“Ask the obvious.”
“If they open their mouths like that, they should just be torn apart. The only necromancer in the Luan Empire, they tried to harm our national hero, so those two are now Luan’s enemies.”
“Child, don’t say scary things too much. I think you’ll understand if I say this much.”
Simone said, patting the director on the back.
“You should get up. Do you really want to get your chin ripped off?”
"...No."
Even the Crown Prince of Luan was speaking in such an angry voice that it couldn’t be a lie. The director slowly got up with a pale face.
There was no need to ask why on earth she did that or how long she had been doing this.
The murderous gaze of the director who had been locked up in the morgue for Simone was now turned towards Tiera.
She lay there pretending not to notice the cold gaze of the director, but she couldn't do that anymore when the director opened her mouth.
“I was simply following the instructions of the House of Tiera, the Duke of Ksaki.”
“Hey, director!”
Tiera opened her eyes wide in confusion and called out to her as if screaming. But the director continued speaking as if he had already put everything down.
“The Duke of Ksaki has maintained its lineage by producing necromancers directly under the imperial family for generations. Until just a generation ago, they were known as the family with the most necromancers.”
During the heyday of the Duke of Ksaki, as many as three first-generation necromancers were born and raised directly by the imperial family.
It was an incident where the Ksaki family, who were only Barons, were suddenly granted the title of Duke.
But God's blessings do not stay but flow.
The Duke Ksaki family, which produced numerous necromancers, no longer produces first-generation necromancers.
“They needed a justification for being honorable even if the first generation of necromancers were not born. At the very least, they had to maintain the position of a necromancer directly under the imperial family. That’s how it started.”
The secret dealings between the Necromancer's Institute and the Ksaki family began over 50 years ago.
"...Suddenly?"
The group, who were about to shower Simone with worry and nagging, exchanged glances at the unexpected remark.
As soon as she entered the room, she said, "Wake me up when the treatment is over," and then fainted. Now that he's barely escaped death, what is he suddenly saying?
“Anyway, he’s a bit weird. I don’t know what she’s thinking.”
“That’s right. It seems like she really enjoys saying things out of the blue. Does she wake up and think about what she's going to say before fainting?”
Abel and Bianchi grumbled with annoyed faces.
Simone smiled awkwardly.
The group was very worried and didn't know what had happened to Simone, so this cold reaction was understandable.
And when she thinks about it herself, sometimes it seems like she only chooses to say mean things.
Louis sighed deeply and pulled up a chair next to Simone's bed.
“Please explain slowly. Starting with the fact that you met the God of Death. No, starting with what happened at the institution before that.”
“That’s right. What were you doing there? What did you do to get hurt like that?”
That's what I mean. Simone also let out a faint breath. At that time, there really was no other way, but where and how should she start explaining this so that the group would understand...
To explain why Simone acted this way, she had to start with the conversation she had with the God of death at the Fountain of Rest.
“Uh... Should I say something a bit long?”
It was a bit shocking to just pass it off as nothing special, as usual. As Simone spoke while looking around, the people gathered around her came over and sat down next to Simone.
Simone began to explain, trying hard to organize what had happened so far in her head.
“When I was locked in the morgue, there was a knife stuck in my back... I was bleeding a lot...”
Simone said with the most pitiful expression possible. She thinks she'll get scolded less if she starts laying the groundwork now.
The expressions on the group's faces became even more serious at Simone's words.
“Was the wound on your back the director’s?”
“I can’t stab myself in the back. I was attacked from behind and couldn’t respond.”
“These things!”
Bianchi and Abel got up nervously, their faces red, and headed towards the sprawling director.
It was natural for them to be so angry, even though it seemed like they were overreacting to one word.
When treating Simone, there wasn't a single spot that was unscathed, but the one with the deepest wound was the puncture wound on her back.
Not only was the bleeding severe, but all the organs were damaged, so even the Orkans and healers could not easily touch it.
In other places, I can't tell you how gloomy the atmosphere became when a healer who was skilled at treating patients said, with cold sweat dripping down his face, that the treatment might not work and that he couldn't guarantee her life.
He can guess the situation when Simone faints without even asking. Simone glanced at them and continued speaking.
“I somehow managed to pull out the sword and regain my senses, but I ended up in a situation where I couldn’t use my strength.”
“A situation where you can’t use your strength?”
Even in this place where only necromancers gather, it has been reported that Simone possesses exceptionally strong skills. What kind of situation could there be where Simone cannot use her power?
Simone shook her head as if she didn't know.
“Every time I try to use mana, the corpses move and absorb the power, but I don’t really know how it works.”
“It’s probably a wizard’s spell.”
“A wizard’s spell?”
Orkan nodded. After finishing Simone’s treatment, he searched around the morgue and found that there were quite a few magical spells carved into every corner.
“Most of them were spells intended to conceal crimes, but if there were spells engraved inside the vault, their purpose would have been different from that of the outside.”
“Is there a magic that allows corpses to absorb mana?”
“Of course there is. It’s what is commonly called black magic.”
“Ah, black magic.”
A black magician's magic that allows him to gather and use death mana from outside sources, even if he is not a necromancer.
The head of the institution that is supposed to protect and manage the students even uses the power of a black magician to harm the students.
It's probably not just the director's doing. The young lady lying next to her. If something this dangerous was done, it's more likely that it was the young lady's family who initiated it rather than the director.
“So, I couldn’t use my strength, and the place where I was stabbed hurt, and I was losing consciousness due to the bleeding, and anyway, I was becoming less and less in my right mind, so I suddenly remembered the conversation I had with the God of death.”
Simone paused for a moment and rolled her eyes.
She doesn't remember it well because it was an accident that really took her mind off things, but she actually heard a singing voice among the many corpses at that time.
In the whispering song, as if telling her to fall asleep comfortably, as if telling her to find peace, she also seemed to hear the words from the God of death that day, telling her to die.
Did the idea of meeting the God of Death come to him on his own or did the God of Death indirectly show him the way to live?
'You looked at me like I was really pathetic.'
Thinking about those eyes, it might have been an illusion.
“Anyway, that’s why I tried it. I thought Abel and Geneon would be in danger just like me and wouldn’t be able to come to save me. If things continued like this, they would either die from excessive bleeding or get caught by the corpses and die.”
Simone thought that if she was going to die anyway, she might as well try. She was really scared, but she was able to do it because she wasn't in her right mind.
Simone smiled faintly.
“I was worried that I would die like this, but thank you for saving my life.”
“Simone... Well... Since you said it was an unavoidable situation, I have nothing to say. Rather, I should be sorry. I should have intervened a little more closely.”
“Did you know that? Even the director over there didn’t know until yesterday that she would be the one who would suffer. But more importantly, can I get up now? I think I need to deal with those people before we talk about Anasis.”
Simone nodded to the director and Tiera.
“Oh, yes. Your wounds have all healed. If you feel any discomfort, you may stand up.”
As soon as Orkan gave permission, Simone got out of bed. Then, twisting her slightly hunched body, she approached the director and Tiera.
“Hmm. Didn’t you say that these people weren’t really fainting, but were just pretending to be?”
“Yeah, that’s right. Come on, I guess they're not stupid, they just close their eyes and fool themselves.”
Bianchi said, tapping the two women with his fingers.
Simone sighed and crouched down next to Bianchi. She stared at the director's face for a long time before making a sly grin. As she continued to look, she saw the director's eyelids tremble slightly.
“Director, are you listening? That stabbing you with the knife, didn’t it hurt a lot?”
“...”
“How did you plan on dealing with the aftermath? It would have been a better choice to tear Tiera apart than to kill me.”
At that moment, Abel approached Simone from behind, drew his sword, and aimed it at the director. The sound of the blade rang out eerily, and the director's eyelids fluttered once more.
“Didn’t you say you were going to dispose of this person in Luan, Louis?”
“Yes, and the student next to her too. Serk won’t refuse either. If it means not supporting Luan at the cost of those two people’s lives, I’ll give it to you.”
Louis answered in a calm voice.
“How about the investigation? Judging from the condition, it looks like she has no intention of opening her mouth until her jaw is ripped off.”
“Ask the obvious.”
“If they open their mouths like that, they should just be torn apart. The only necromancer in the Luan Empire, they tried to harm our national hero, so those two are now Luan’s enemies.”
“Child, don’t say scary things too much. I think you’ll understand if I say this much.”
Simone said, patting the director on the back.
“You should get up. Do you really want to get your chin ripped off?”
"...No."
Even the Crown Prince of Luan was speaking in such an angry voice that it couldn’t be a lie. The director slowly got up with a pale face.
There was no need to ask why on earth she did that or how long she had been doing this.
The murderous gaze of the director who had been locked up in the morgue for Simone was now turned towards Tiera.
She lay there pretending not to notice the cold gaze of the director, but she couldn't do that anymore when the director opened her mouth.
“I was simply following the instructions of the House of Tiera, the Duke of Ksaki.”
“Hey, director!”
Tiera opened her eyes wide in confusion and called out to her as if screaming. But the director continued speaking as if he had already put everything down.
“The Duke of Ksaki has maintained its lineage by producing necromancers directly under the imperial family for generations. Until just a generation ago, they were known as the family with the most necromancers.”
During the heyday of the Duke of Ksaki, as many as three first-generation necromancers were born and raised directly by the imperial family.
It was an incident where the Ksaki family, who were only Barons, were suddenly granted the title of Duke.
But God's blessings do not stay but flow.
The Duke Ksaki family, which produced numerous necromancers, no longer produces first-generation necromancers.
“They needed a justification for being honorable even if the first generation of necromancers were not born. At the very least, they had to maintain the position of a necromancer directly under the imperial family. That’s how it started.”
The secret dealings between the Necromancer's Institute and the Ksaki family began over 50 years ago.
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