I Became The Academy Necromancer

54. Before the Storm

While staying in the royal family for a few days, he was in the midst of research to make mac.

The wizards of the kingdom are definitely outstanding talents, so the results were coming out much faster than I expected.

Due to the nature of magicians, they have considerable intellectual curiosity toward the unknown, so they always resided in the laboratory and worked overtime without being urged.

Apart from the satisfaction of pioneering the unknown, the promise that Orpheus, the king, mentioned that he would give a big reward if they solved this problem also played a part in their passion.

I, too, stayed in the lab as much as possible and was with them.

It was a very precious time to naturally absorb knowledge from high-level wizards.

“For now, how about holding onto the concept like this?”

In the center of the laboratory, there is a floating shape of a vein made of huge mana.

It has the trunk of an elephant, and its body is thick and sturdy like a bear’s.

Its claws were impressively sharp, like those of a tiger, and its eyes seemed to be searching for something greedy.

“Good. Let it go like this.”

I nodded my head because it was almost perfectly similar to the concept of the Mac I knew.

This study is not simply made through rational results.

All researchers should grasp the same concept and work towards creating the same youkai.

At my answer, some wizards cheered and started working again.

Now I had to go into a meeting to come up with a fine-grained setup for a proper Mac.

How does the nose used to detect nightmares move, how to eat dreams, what happens to dreams after eating, and so on.

It was literally a realm that was no different from the act of creation, so the wizards were nervous but couldn’t hide their excitement.

“Deius!”

The door to the lab opened and Princess Eleanor entered. She strides forward, as she has done many times, and looks at me with a slightly dissatisfied look on her face.

The wizards who were preparing for the meeting squeezed their tired eyes or sipped coffee during the familiar break time.

“Is it real?”

There are quite a few things I felt while listening to this question several times.

Among them, the strongest realization was about the field that the princess was interested in.

“Krong. As a friend of the penguin I mentioned earlier, it is a dinosaur with a green body.”

“Hmm? Isn’t that the green-bodied dinosaur you said about Dooly?”

“It’s like that, but different.”

I told the princess quite a lot of information.

Starting with historical figures, he has also told me knowledge about difficult theories.

He also talked about tools used in real life, which were taken for granted on Earth, and Internet-related memes.

However, in the end, it was the characters in the anime that attracted the princess’ interest the most.

In fact, she got a little annoyed when I asked her to tell me about the character, putting aside boring theories like ordering food.

“Similar but different? Come out for a second! Go and explain!”

Now I can’t help but feel that they are looking for me not really because of nightmares, but just because they are curious about new knowledge.

As I stood there silently with the feeling that I did not like it, the princess secretly raised her voice and shouted to the other wizards behind.

“Everyone is suffering. Get some rest.”

“Yes, I understand!”

listens well

The princess, who forced me to take a break using her power, eventually grabbed my wrist and began to drag me outside.

The place she took me was the garden of the royal palace. Sitting on a bench in front of a large garden flower bed, Eleanor hands me a notebook and pen.

“Draw it.”

I don’t know how many times this has already happened. On the back of the notebook, starting with a character with a penguin motif, a troublemaker who is forever five years old, and a cat robot that takes out anything from his pocket.

Many famous characters were drawn.

As I move the pen accustomed to it, the dark priest who was holding his breath next to me whispers cautiously.

[Is the princess not looking at the picture and only looking at you?]

Know.

So I just want you to shut up.

The princess, who had only glanced at me at first, was now staring at me openly.

In fact, I wondered if asking me to draw a character was just an excuse.

“How is your nightmare these days?”

I move the pen and change the topic naturally. Princess Eleanor answered urgently, as if she had suddenly come to her senses.

“ah? uh, yes Lately, thanks to Deius, I’ve been able to spot it easily. Actually, there is one more difference between the reality I know and my dream. Thanks to that, I can go undetected.”

“Hmm?”

Since she does not have to distinguish between reality and dreams through it, the nightmare is also in a stalemate because it can no longer find the difference between dreams and reality.

“Aren’t you following me?”

“Okay, follow me. But either say something you’ve already heard, or say something weird in a jumbled mess. It’s in my dream, so of course it’s information I know.”

Smiling brightly, Eleanor is pleased.

“I don’t think I can say the first time I hear it in a novel way like Deius.”

After drawing a rough sketch of Crong, I hand her the notebook.

Princess Eleanor saw Crong and smiled brightly.

“I like this.”

I present my own hypothesis to the princess I like more than usual.

“He doesn’t share everything about the princess.”

If you are listening to all thoughts and words, there is no need to figure out the difference from reality one by one through dreams in the first place.

“Also ignorant. They don’t even grasp the basic gist of the world.”

Representatively, scent and mana were not reproduced in a dream.

He didn’t know that basic but invisible part.

“Creativity is very low. You can imitate, but you can’t recreate something yourself through it.”

“Well.”

Princess Eleanor is making a displeased expression, but I continue talking.

“He’s going to be nervous now. So you can easily reveal your desires. How are you? Can’t you see the guy’s goal or action principle?”

“Mmm.”

Eleanor, who crossed her arms and pondered for a while, thoughtfully gave her opinion as she rolled her head around.

“I like following me. Things like etiquette, the way you talk to people around you, and the way you walk.”

“… … .”

[They openly intend to become Eleanor.]

I agree with the Black Mage’s opinion.

but.

something felt different.

It was true that she would become Eleanor, but there seemed to be a crucial difference.

Anyway, now it’s clear.

‘The Eleanor I met in the game was already deprived of her body.’

The Princess Eleanor I see now and the Princess Eleanor in the game are similar, but there is a clear difference.

Eleanor didn’t seem to want to talk about this topic, so she naturally changed the subject.

“Have you been having trouble sleeping lately?”

“I’m used to it now. Thanks to that, I can continue studying without taking a break, so wouldn’t it be bad?”

There was a slight shadow around her eyes when she said that. However, he glanced at me and smiled as if to tell me not to worry.

“Are you happy? Even if I go back to Robern Academy, there is no need to follow the progress. Rather, the preparations are thorough, so this time, can I win first place?”

“… … .”

“You’re a princess, but you can’t be embarrassingly behind your grades.”

I didn’t bother to answer.

I don’t think it matters much, but it seemed that her royal duties included sexuality as well.

“And Deus. Won’t you keep your promise to me?”

“… … .”

Appointment?

When I look at her asking what kind of promise she is talking about, Eleanor is heartbroken.

“A password. If you see me first, you promised to tell me before asking.”

It seems that this was the reason for the displeasure from earlier.

“Doesn’t the princess visit me every time?”

So, of course, I don’t have a chance to speak first. Having said that, the princess folded her arms and grumbled that she had nothing more to say.

“Sheesh, I’ve prepared an answer for you.”

“… … ha.”

Looking at her puffy cheeks, I wonder if she’s really the princess I knew.

The main character, Aria Rias, had a problem with being too mature compared to her appearance in the game, but one of the bosses, Eleanor, was too childish.

I tell a story that Princess Eleanor would like.

“There is such a thing as a magical girl. It is a story about girls living ordinary lives meeting animals with mysterious powers and defeating evil wearing fancy dresses.”

“… … !”

Before she even asks, I release the information first. When I glanced at her asking if she didn’t want this, Eleanor cleared her throat and cleared her throat.

He triumphantly strikes out the lines he has prepared.

“Of course this is reality!”

“… … Did you just want to say that?”

“yes! I wanted to declare that I was certain, not Deus.”

Eleanor, who smiles if I’m in a good mood, hands me the notebook right back.

“But a magical girl? What else is that? Does it look like a lot of fun?”

It was something that the princess would like, so I put it in my mouth. When I was young, I only watched TV at my grandmother’s house, so I knew magical girls.

To be honest, I didn’t like it, but I liked that they defeated the villains.

Usually, magical girls often defeat ghosts, and I felt a kind of vicarious satisfaction through that.

“Explain!”

“… … I can’t give you details.”

It’s a childhood memory.

I started to describe what came to my mind roughly.

Eleanor says it’s really fun and likes it, then suddenly looks at me and asks.

“But Deus, do you like things like this?”

“… … .”

I thought I just said it for nothing.