I Became The Academy Necromancer

56. Crying

widely.

When I returned to my room, my body felt weak and it was difficult to stand properly.

As I sat down on the bed, struggling to get my body together, the Dark Spirit cautiously appeared.

Because she was by my side and saw everything together, she must have sympathized with the emotions I am feeling right now.

[…] … .]

That’s why the dark mage also didn’t bother to talk to me in confusion and just waited in silence.

Until I come to my own answer.

It didn’t take as long as I thought. I was calm as always, and I just went into the current situation as if I was slowly solving a problem in silence.

As I close my eyes and tidy up my tangled hair, the image of Eleanor who has been approaching me flickers in my mind.

“after.”

After breathing out and calming down, the Dark Spirit looks a little surprised.

[Did you get better soon?]

She says it hasn’t even been 5 minutes yet. However, the agitation I felt after a long time came longer than I thought.

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

But in the end, that was the end.

The tingling only accompanied the pain for a moment, but I became the original me again.

[of course. I’m asking because I think it’s better to be sure. Today’s Princess Eleanor… … .]

“Yes, a being from a dream we knew took over the body.”

[…] … .]

This was certain, and there were no different opinions between me and the Dark Mage.

As soon as he first saw me, he didn’t ask if this place was real.

Also, not answering my password the way she had it prepared.

There were two reasons.

Now, the problem arises here.

The Dark Spirit crosses his arms and asks, just in case.

[Isn’t there a possibility that the youkai called Mac you made is wrong?]

“For now, it definitely worked. Mac swallowed the nightmare, did his part well enough, and disappeared.”

Immediately after eating the dream, Mac performed his final role and disappeared.

The Dark Spirit looks at me for a while with a disgusted expression, then replies in a gloomy tone.

[Then, wouldn’t there be only one answer? The Eleanor we originally met was a nightmare.]

“… … .”

[Honestly, it’s a little surprising. Originally, among evil spirits, there are often people who do not believe that they are dead, right?]

Yeah, I’ve seen too many.

In addition to that, there were also some evil spirits that actually tried to take over the body.

[She wasn’t even aware that she was a nightmare. As a result, Mac ate nightmares normally. Freedom has finally come to Princess Eleanor, who has been deprived of her body for a long time.]

“… … .”

[The body owner has returned to normal, so we should congratulate him.]

The Dark Mage seemed to be telling me to strike it down on purpose. I get up and head for the teapot again.

I answered as I started brewing the tea I had brewed in advance yesterday.

“That is impossible.”

I also thought that Eleanor, who was lively at first, might have been a nightmare.

But that was impossible.

[Yes? Impossible?]

A steaming tea kettle. After pouring the tea slowly into the teacup, when you hold it in your hand, the warmth comes in.

I didn’t bother to sit down, I took a sip and answered on the spot.

“If the Eleanor we saw was an unknown fake, there’s no way we wouldn’t have noticed.”

Right now, the Dark Spirit was spinning his thoughts from the perspective of a necromancer.

Unfortunately, however, Eleanor’s case was far from necromantic.

“For that to be possible, the premise must be that Eleanor is covered by something. But we didn’t see anything.”

[ah… … .]

The Dark Spirit and I continued to speak.

Eleanor can’t see anything.

Even the saintess couldn’t properly grasp the cause.

There was no external action in this case surrounding Eleanor.

“The part we need to look at is the nightmare side.”

[Nightmare?]

“Mac ate a nightmare. But what a nightmare. I am not familiar with the concept.”

[…] … It means that the nightmare is not established as an absolute concept.]

“right. And in this case, the concept will be determined by the will of the person being eaten.”

Again, Macs are like AIs made of mana. We have no choice but to act according to the way we think.

We, who can’t properly define what a dream is, gave Mac a vague information about nightmares, but couldn’t give a clear definition.

It was highly likely that he ate what Eleanor, the subject, defined as a nightmare.

back.

You can feel the deep weight from holding it in your hand.

The puzzle is now firmly put together.

Admit that you have stumbled by blinding yourself to simple problem-solving.

but.

There is still a way to get it back.

So, as much as it was twisted, I thought of putting this incident back on its own track.

I pour all the stinky tea I brewed yesterday into my mouth. Looking at the teacup with not even a single drop left, I boil a new bottle of water.

This was not a case of nightmares.

This wasn’t an incident where an evil spirit or a monster haunted the girl.

This wasn’t a mysterious, terrifying ghost story.

This wasn’t a twisted trick that required a brilliant detective, nor was it a case that required the unrealistic powers of a necromancer and priest.

This wasn’t some unfunny skit about saving a little girl from the clutches of evil.

This wasn’t even a trial that required Solomon’s judgment to distinguish the real from the fake.

This… … .

* * *

The party held in the royal garden in the evening was more luxurious than expected.

Literally all the nobles in Gray Pond are invited and congratulate the princess on her recovery.

I was wondering how to solve the story about the nightmare, but it was simply introduced that the disease I had since childhood was cured.

It was naturally known to the nobles that I was the one who healed the disease.

Before revealing that he was a necromancer later, the king had laid the pavement in advance.

“The last ordeal remains, but let’s forget about it and enjoy it today.”

The words of the king who smiled at me from behind were quite impressive.

In fact, he was able to gain the trust of King Orpheus already.

Also, I was confident because I could roughly predict what he was preparing for his final ordeal by recalling the game story.

nobles, clergy, and even knights.

Today, they stopped fighting for each other and congratulated the princess on her recovery while laughing together.

“It was a great achievement.”

Right now I was with Archmage Rockpelican. As if he was drunk, he kept tapping me on the shoulder and trying to persuade me if I had any intention of becoming a disciple.

“Ooh, Master!”

“Oh yeah! He is too drunk to say anything!”

The disciples urgently take him away. It is unsightly to see the disciples who are forcibly trying to make something that never happened just because they were drunk and talking nonsense.

I have no intention of becoming a disciple anyway.

[He is my disciple.]

A black mage who is annoyed as if he has a heartache. Everyone is wearing uniforms, but he alone has the appearance of a fortune teller, so even if he wants to ignore it, he stands out.

Luckily, it’s only visible to my eyes.

“Where is the princess?”

[It’s on the balcony. You have to go inside the palace.]

Thanks to the fact that I had been told to find Princess Eleanor in advance, I was able to avoid wasting time.

Although the main character of the party naturally left, no one seemed to notice.

Originally, this kind of place is a bit busy at first, and from then on, it’s a place for everyone to play.

I went straight into the palace. This is a place that only high-ranking nobles can use, and stiff knights blocked me from the entrance.

“You probably don’t know me.”

Since the king had already introduced me once, I thought I would be able to pass, but they do not back down.

“The princess ordered it. Stop Deius Verdi when he comes.”

“… … .”

It’s a pretty straightforward move.

It seemed to take time unintentionally, but the moment I tried to find another way.

A huge palm rests on my shoulder. It was unbelievable that the person who was in the hospital a few days ago was heavy and powerful.

The sorcerer’s judge, Tyrin All Velocus, was confident and took a seat behind me.

“I will let you go.”

And he has been forcibly demanding the knights.

The knights were taken aback by Tyrn’s attempt to disobey the princess’s command, but Tyrn beat his chest and declared.

“I am responsible. It’s okay if I knock you out here.”

“… … .”

“… … .”

When the knights were standing awkwardly, Tyrn pushed my back roughly and stood between the knights and me.

“Get on, Sir Tairn!”

“This is some kind of treason!”

“It’s not like you didn’t notice the little princess’s distraught expression. That man is trying to solve it even if he violates the order.”

Tyren opened his chest wide and declared.

“That could also be seen as twisted loyalty.”

I glanced at him. Tyrn glanced at me, snorted, and said,

“I won’t lose next time.”

[Oh, I never want to fight again.]

Received a strange cheer from a large man, I climb the stairs as it is.

I felt like my head was refreshing every time I climbed one by one.

In life, you can’t always walk the right path.

In fact, the original Deus always walked the wrong path, and Kim Shin-woo also walked the wrong path more than the right one.

But I was confident in myself right now.

I was definitely on the right track.

Reach a dark balcony.

I heard colorful lights and people’s laughter from below, but strangely, I felt like I couldn’t reach this place.

A blonde girl looking up at the exceptionally dark night sky, even though a spectacle that outshines the starry sky spreads out below.

“I actually had no idea what this place was called. They said it was a balcony. It doesn’t fit as well as I thought.”

Eleanor Luden Griffin, who had been quietly muttering, looked at me slowly.

“I thought you would come eventually, Deus. I practiced copying the previous Eleanor in my own way, but it won’t work for you.”

The coldest voice I’ve ever heard.

Thinking that her identity had already been discovered, she hadn’t even thought about playing the former Princess Eleanor.

In her eyes, a burning conviction, at the same time a fierce belief in herself, and a desire for power were glimpsed.

And that’s it, the traitor to the kingdom I saw in the game.

An ambitious man who tried to usurp the throne by killing his brother, King Orpheus.

fallen Princess,

Eleanor Luden Griffin.

“How do you feel? The Eleanor you knew is dead. It’s not in here anymore.”

Eleanor declares with a confident smile. She bursts into madness and spreads her hands.

“You wanted to save me? But what? In the end I won! I! In the end, he won! how is it? I, who you played with like that, eventually became a princess.”

Tboob.

“… … .”

Tboob.

“Your defeat, Deus Verdi.”

Tboob.

“The princess who wanted to be saved from you is no longer anywhere.”

Tboob.

Arriving in front of her before I knew it, I silently looked at Eleanor.

Eleanor, who was looking up at me with an arrogant twist of the corner of her mouth, chinned her chin to say if there was anything she wanted to say.

“You don’t have to say that.”

I comfort you not to say unkind words.

“I know everything.”

“What are you talking about… … .”

“Even if you want to grumble, you won’t be able to, even if you want to beg, even if you want to weep, even if you want to sit down awkwardly, you won’t be able to.”

“… … .”

“Because that was the image of an ideal being who was responsible for the rights and duties you had from birth.”

“Don’t say anything strange.”

Eleanor grabbed her teeth and tried to push me away, but there was no strength in her hands.

“There is no need to hide your heart with sharp words. If you don’t have to say anything else, it’s okay to choose silence.”

Before coming here, Tyrin Ol Velochus said:

To serve the lord, even in violation of orders, is also called loyalty.

I cannot fully agree with that statement.

At least, he couldn’t express his true feelings.

No, I couldn’t honestly define what I was doing for Eleanor, who couldn’t express my sincerity.

This is a clutch play to correct my mistakes.

It is not a situation unfolding from the rigid position of royalty and nobility.

As a professor, the time you spend with your students.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice.”

It was Eleanor who was still glaring at her as if she were going to eat her right now, asking if she was insulting her.

Tears welling up in the corners of my eyes very finely.

Carefully reach out and wipe it without missing it.

The girl’s body trembles gently.

“Fake and real. In fact, there was no need to differentiate.”

No nightmares, no evil spirits, no ghosts, no riddles, no demons, no incidents, no ghost stories.

It was nothing.

It was just a cry.

“Because you, too, were only Eleanor Luden Griffin.”

All the crying girl needed was comfort and hugs.