I Became The Academy Necromancer

47. Necromancer

“your majesty!”

Judge Tairin hurriedly stepped aside and knelt on one knee on the dirty prison floor.

In fact, since he was one of the few people who had to go out of this kingdom in a low profile at the same time, he couldn’t say anything more.

Looking down at him, the Great Mage Rock Pelican chuckled and laughed.

“It looks like the referee was looking for this man because he had business. Could you please make a concession to us?”

“Yes, I understand.”

Under pressure from the Rock Pelican in the name of a favor, the big Tyrn rolls his tail and retreats.

However, there is still a dark murderous feeling towards me in his expression, so when he leaves, the Rock Pelican clicks his tongue and grumbles.

“Eh, it’s a problem because people are too fiery. If you’re in the position of referee, it’s a bit grueling, so you have to be cold.”

King Orpheus smiled and replied to Rock Pelican.

“Since he is defending our kingdom with such a passionate personality, we can trust him that much.”

“Well, if His Majesty is like that.”

When Orpheus wrapped up the referee, Rock Pelican didn’t bother to say anything else.

Only now their gaze reaches me.

“Yes, you are the madman who handed himself over to being a warlock himself.”

Orpheus looking at me curiously with his arms crossed. I felt like I was a valuable item in the hands of a connoisseur in the act of spinning around me.

“You must not know about the laws of our kingdom, right? A black magician can be summarily executed at the discretion of the Sorcerer Judge.”

“I know.”

The kingdom’s oppression of warlocks is stricter than expected. A summary execution without even going through a trial was a right that was rarely seen even in the Middle Ages, and it was a method that could not even be imagined in modern times.

It’s medieval and it’s a game.

In particular, looking at the kingdom’s past, the suppression of warlocks was understandable to some extent.

“Are you going to be like the reincarnation of Heralhazard? Are you thinking of destroying the kingdom alone?”

Herald Hazard.

A name that any citizen of the Griffin Kingdom would tremble just by hearing it.

A monstrous being who, as a black magician, drove the kingdom to the brink of destruction alone.

Even in the main story of the game, there was a content to follow his footsteps and dig up the secrets of the kingdom.

“no.”

When he answered calmly, King Orpheus let out a long sigh as if he was frustrated and asked.

“Then why did you embroider? Have you ever felt remorse for your evil deeds? I’ve heard of a strange incident happening at the Robern Academy, but there hasn’t been a report yet, so it might be related.”

Less than two days had passed since the incident at the academy.

No matter how much the king was, he could not immediately know the information of an event that was nothing short of a supernatural phenomenon.

“It’s just for the sake of the kingdom.”

“Hmm?”

The eyes of King Orpheus and Rock Pelican, who were sitting silently behind him, shake at the assertion.

“You must have seen my letter.”

I never wrote a letter to the king. There’s no way there would be such a hotline in the first place.

I sent the letter to the Mage Tower where the Archmage resides. A simple letter would of course not have been able to reach the Archmage.

I had enclosed in the letter a special device of my own that he could never ignore.

The Rock Pelican slowly reaches out.

Then, a transparent membrane resembling a fishbowl emerges. There was a briskly moving ball of blue mana in it, which I had put in the letter.

“Even if we put aside the content of the letter that he embroidered himself.”

King Orpheus looks on with amazement and interest.

Rock Pelican seemed to have a lot to say, but he couldn’t open his mouth because he was in front of the king.

“How is magic moving by itself? Is this some kind of black magic? It was only 30 minutes ago that the Archmage, who had mastered most of the magic, brought this to me wide-eyed.”

“Kuhm.”

Rock Pelican clears his throat and looks away as if he is ashamed for nothing. However, he did not deny it and the archmage took the word.

“For magic to move on its own is a truly staggering thing. If done well, it is an epoch-making issue that can create semi-permanent power that does not require resources.”

“… … .”

When I looked at him as if he was saying something obvious, the archmage smiled and nodded.

“Yes, I guess. Indeed, there is no way that the person who invented it himself would not be aware of the greatness of his achievements.”

Then the Rock Pelican asks me with a low moan.

“If it wasn’t a lie to say that you are for the kingdom and your majesty, could you explain this principle to me? This mysterious miracle where magic has a will.”

I replied without much inspiration to the archmage who praised my magic as being brilliant.

“It’s necromancy.”

“… … .”

“You are right. It is said to act as if it has a will, but in reality it is magic that thinks and acts on its own.”

because.

“Because it was made through the souls of the dead.”

The expressions of the archmage and the king were visibly distorted. I would have expected it, but hearing it with my own mouth made me feel various emotions.

The Archmage tried to catch his breath and pretended to be calm.

“I understand that you are a rare necromancer among black magicians. However, the necromancers I know draw mana from the soul and mix it with resentment to treat it as magic.”

“… … .”

“I have never heard of a soul moving with its own self and becoming magic like this.”

Of course.

Because there is no necromancer who can communicate directly with the soul like me.

“That’s what makes me special, and why the kingdom needs me.”

“Hmm?”

King Orpheus, who was listening to our story with interest, secretly looked at me.

“Your Majesty, I am a necromancer. He is one of the few wise men on the continent who knows the truth after death.”

“Hoo?”

Realizing that I am trying to persuade him, Orpheus smiles and leans his back against the bars with his arms crossed.

“I feel sorry for those who believe in God, but there is no world after death. The dead simply close their eyes and rest.”

After death, they will be held in the arms of Goddess Justia, and they will always have a banquet of pleasure and luxury in the palace of the god Velas.

There is no future, such as becoming a beloved angel who praises the goddess Hertia.

For people, rest comes only after death.

“Hmm, the priests say things that will make them go crazy when they hear them.”

“Because it is the truth.”

“However, it is not necessary to know the truth. Because this world is a religion, there are those who are saved and those who make a living.”

“I also have no desire to win through painful discussions with them.”

“… … You are wise.”

If you spread these truths, not only the kingdom, but the entire continent will be swept up in chaos.

In addition, they will fight in sharp confrontation with the religious world. They will never admit the truth.

I also had no intention of admitting it or spreading it.

I have no intention of questioning whether religion is true or false, but I knew that it existed because it was necessary.

“However, His Majesty must not turn a blind eye.”

Eye contact with King Orpheus. My eyes became a spear and pierced him so that he could not escape anywhere.

“Fire is coming to the continent that has received the dead for countless years. There are fewer and fewer places for the dead to rest.”

“… … .”

“Aren’t there more strange cases where the culprits can’t be found? Aren’t you forcing yourself to cover it?”

As if struck by an unexpected blow, King Orpheus’s arms loosened and he threw himself forward as if bouncing.

“Is that the work of the dead?”

“It’s been fine so far. Because there are still places on the continent where the dead can rest their eyes.”

But now it’s different.

“Can you hear the screams of the continent? Can you hear the voices of the ghosts wandering around, unable to find a place to lie down after death?”

“… … .”

“The flesh of the body rots, the bones turn to ashes, and return to the bosom of the earth. But not the soul. Even after eons of time, it will not rot.”

just being there.

“The strange unsolved case must have been covered up. A misery that cannot be resolved will eventually lead to people’s distrust of the royal family.”

“Hmm.”

“But in the end it’s just a cover-up, not a solution. In the end, all of them will come out again and threaten the whole kingdom.”

Rejecting black magicians means not acknowledging all of their studies.

The kingdom, which suffered too deep internal wounds from Heralhazard, forcibly turned its eyes away from black magic and became hostile.

The price of ignorance was coming.

“Soon, countless dead people will try to drag down the brilliant divine beast named Griffin. That is the price of ignorance for turning away from fear.”

“Yes.”

Orpheus intervenes. I don’t keep talking behind my back and slowly shut my mouth and listen.

“Even so, the rejection of warlocks from countless ancestors cannot be broken. That’s almost 200 years of history. We have suppressed black magic for 200 years.”

It was a long, long history.

200 years ago, when a black magician named Heralhazard was active. Only one person went to the brink of destruction.

“Citizens now understand that black magic is evil, and believe it to be absolute evil. The religious world is also using it to solidify their position.”

“… … .”

“Are you suddenly accepting black magic now? Those with convictions will arise from all over the place and plot rebellion.”

It doesn’t matter if that belief is right or wrong. Because it was an unchanging truth to them.

“The wounds left by Heralhazard still remain terribly painful for us.”

The king’s reply was unacceptable.

I spoke again to King Orpheus, who frowned and said he couldn’t help it.

“your majesty.”

“… … speak.”

“If you wear a bandage on a wound forever, you will never know if it is scarred, rotten, or completely healed.”

“… … .”

“How long will the kingdom of Griffin groan from the scars of the black magic? How long does it take for the wounds of that day to dull?”

“Their deaths will be remembered forever!”

Orpheus gritted his teeth and poured out his anger while instantly standing bloody feet at me.

“The countless people who were killed by the wicked black magician will be remembered forever in me and in our land! Don’t insult me carelessly.”

yes.

It is right to remember the dead.

Because their deaths were pitiful, tragic, and mournful.

but.

“your majesty.”

The dead are the dead.

“Look at the living one.”

dead person.

He’s already dead.

“Look at your citizens who work hard outside, drink a drink to relieve the fatigue of the day, and fall asleep promising tomorrow.”

King Orpheus is not the king of 200 years ago. He is not the emperor who ruled over the people killed by Heralhazard.

He must see those who live in this reality now.

“It’s good to remember the past. Honoring the dead is also wonderful. However, don’t mistake the priorities.”

It’s something I can say at my age as a necromancer.

“God Deus Verdi. As someone who has realized the principles of necromancy, and as someone who stands closest to the boundary between life and death, I will steadfastly declare it.”

He is at an age where he can see the dead and the living together, so he can clearly draw the line.

“The dead cannot stand above the living.”

King Orpheus, who kept his mouth shut, lowered his eyes. It seemed that many thoughts were running through my head.

“your majesty.”

A sword of magical power was created and lifted into my hand.

The Rock Pelican Archmage behind him was startled and tried to respond. King Orpheus gestures to dry.

“Look at this sword.”

His gaze reached the tip of the blue mana sword.

“Now it is a weapon that threatens you. Even a little movement can damage His Majesty’s jade body.”

But slowly, I put the hilt of the sword in his hand. He accepted my sword as if pushed by something.

Now the sword was pointed at me.

“Just by slightly twisting the direction, and the person holding it has changed, it has become the closest weapon to protect His Majesty’s prison body.”

With the sword in between, I meet his golden eyes again.

“Just because you got cut once by the sword, will you define the sword as evil and never wield it again?”

Most of the things in the world are full of ambiguous things that cannot be accurately defined by this dichotomy.

“Admiral Lee Dok. It is said to control poison with poison, and to use another evil to destroy evil.”

Numerous wounds and resentment created through Herald Hazard.

“I will touch and heal the open wounds created by black magic.”

“What are you?”

The king’s voice, which opened slowly, had a heavy weight.

I responded with a naturally generous smile to the requested answer.

“A woman who borrows the power of God to save people is called a saint.”

and i

“Borrowing the power of the dead, I am only a necromancer.”