I Became The Academy Necromancer

73. Holiday in Greypond

“It’s a good novel.”

The man’s calm voice without exaggerated or flashy packaging felt like a bigger compliment.

Rosemary meant a good novel, to the extent that even a person with such calm emotions would think it was good.

“is that so? Can you tell me what you liked about it?”

Did it seem too out of the blue?

But even if I was curious, I was too curious.

It was the first time she had met her readers so directly because she couldn’t let people know that she was writing a romance novel impurely as a saint.

Even though the editorial department said that the reaction was good, Lucia wanted to hear the opinions of the readers directly.

“The female protagonist’s emotional line itself was very colorful and rich. Especially, the fight with Rachel in Chapter 3 was very surprising.”

As if he had prepared it, he unraveled the contents of the novel, but he persistently pointed out his opinions and even the parts that were a little lacking.

Lucia put it into her head, thinking that she could make up for the missing parts.

It was a situation where they naturally sat together, but Lucia thought it wasn’t too bad.

When coincidence and coincidence overlap, it is inevitable.

Couldn’t God have prepared this meeting for you today?

This time, the man on the other side asked.

“What part was the most impressive to you, lady?”

“Oh, me?”

To ask me, as a writer, about the impressive parts of my writing. It felt like they were playing a practical joke, but Lucia thought seriously.

“The last part. In the end, the scene where Mary leaves everything and leaves in search of love left a deep impression.”

“… … .”

The man nods his head in understanding.

“It was a part that felt like the writer’s wish. I want to cut off everything in the world and take a step towards where my heart is going.”

“ah.”

How did he know his intentions so accurately?

For Lucia, Mary, the main character of Rosemary, was nothing more than a projection of her own ideals.

Lucia forcibly turned her head away in embarrassment when she felt as if her heart had been revealed.

The coffee ordered at the counter is placed on the table just in time. The server looked at the table, which unexpectedly became a meeting place, and left with a wink.

‘It’s not like that… … .’

I thought I might have caused a strange misunderstanding, so I grabbed the coffee cup with both hands and brought it to my mouth.

While pretending to drink coffee, she examines the man’s face.

The gauze attached to the cheek was to cover the wound, but other than that, the skin was smooth and fine.

Northerners usually have a lot of pure white skin, so I thought maybe they were from there.

The more I looked at it, the more it looked like it made many women cry. As a saint herself, she had been courted by many handsome men, but all of them were bright and radiant.

But he was the exact opposite.

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Moonlight, if you have to ask.

Although it is abstract, the image that comes to mind when looking at him is the bluish moonlight lightly beating down on the quiet night sky.

“Ah!”

As I followed the man’s face, I forgot to drink hot coffee.

Lucia was startled as her tongue was burnt by the coffee that burst into her mouth.

Normally, I would have used divine power to heal right away, but now I was hiding my identity.

Strangely, he did not want to reveal his name to this man.

a saint

not a writer.

I just wanted to talk with people as people.

That’s why Lucia endures bitterness and wipes spilled coffee.

As I was slightly sticking out my tongue, saying it hurts, the man carefully reached out his hand.

“Eh?”

I couldn’t even react to such an unexpected situation. His hand, which stopped in front of his face, was very kind.

A frost-like chill flowed from her fingertips and carefully covered her burnt tongue.

The bitter pain disappears naturally.

‘It must have been a wizard.’

The man withdrew his hand again and calmly drank coffee. I felt grateful for the meticulous consideration as if nothing had happened.

It was a bit embarrassing to stick out my tongue.

After that, the conversation between the two went on for quite some time. Cozy yet warm time.

When I was thirsty, I refilled coffee, and when I was hungry, I ordered bread and cake.

Watching him pour out the artist’s heart projected through rosemary in appreciative reviews, I felt as if I had met an understanding of myself that no one knew.

I admired his wisdom in broadly understanding while naturally unraveling his own desires and ideals that he had put into the book.

The story of the book spreads and spreads, such as simple personal history or thoughts about the current Gray Pond.

The topic continued and the conversation continued, and Lucia was surprised to see him with a wider knowledge than she thought.

Even after a long conversation, the two did not reveal each other’s names.

It felt as if it were an unspoken rule for each other, and it was regarded as a proof that our hearts were right even without saying it.

Why does such a happy time go by so fast?

It was already dark outside, and as a saint, she could not waste any more time.

In fact, even now, it was pretty close to the end.

“I guess I should just go.”

As Lucia slowly stood up, the man on the other side also stood up calmly.

He murmurs with a slight sigh.

“It was more fun than I thought, so I didn’t know the time was passing.”

Was he, too, forced to continue the time because the conversation with himself was so pleasant?

not bad.

Hiding a small smile, Lucia slowly asked for a handshake.

In an instant, my lips parted and several impulses passed through my head.

I really thought that I would like to continue this novel-like encounter.

If you tell me your name, maybe we can set up another time and make an appointment?

Considering her position as a saint, she knew that this should never be the case.

Dating, of course, spending personal time with a man would be a big gossip, and it would take a big hit on her image as a saint.

‘Sigh.’

Lucia decided to admit it honestly. As a member of the opposite sex, even weakly, she was attracted to the man in front of her.

It wasn’t that he was in love, but the possibility of it was creeping up.

“It was a good time.”

However, pretending not to notice Lucia’s troubles, the man gently shook her hand.

That was it.

It might feel sad, but on the contrary, it felt like the man had cut off Lucia’s worries beforehand.

“Someday, if God guides, I hope to see you again.”

Although he was blunt, Lucia also smiled softly at the consideration he felt inside.

“Yes, God will guide you.”

Yes, if the relationship with him is destiny. If God truly foretold it, it wouldn’t end like this.

Somewhere, I’m sure we’ll meet again.

The two men and women left the store together and walked in different directions.

No regrets left.

Lucia realized for the first time that even a brief meeting can be truly beautiful, and that parting can be expected, not just vague.

The feeling of experiencing what a writer should experience. I wanted to play with the pen right away, but there was no time for that.

One of the largest churches in Greypond, and the place where the saintess officially belongs.

As a church dedicated to Goddess Justia, who carries out justice, the statue of the goddess holding scales and a sword was a place that was strongly remembered.

And in front of him, for some reason, stood his old friend wearing a red coat and a hood.

“uh? Gloria?”

“Lucia!”

I wondered if it was okay for the head of the Guards to hang around in front of the church like this, but Gloria immediately hugged Lucia tightly and smiled.

“I kept waiting because they said they would come today, but where did they go!”

“Ahahahaha.”

Up until now, it had been the feeling of literally being inside a novel, but now seeing my old friend Gloria, I felt like I was being splashed with cold water.

I didn’t hate it though.

I’m also happy to see Gloria after a long time.

“Wait a minute, meet someone. Did you even take a vacation?”

“Yeah, since you said you were coming, you only got out for one day.”

I heard that it was quite difficult to use the vacation of the guards, but I thought it made me wait a long time for a friend who must have suffered quite a bit.

“But I have something to do now… … .”

She is a saintess who came to oppose the memorial service chosen by the royal family.

The picture becomes strange when he is with Gloria, the head of the Royal Guard.

Knowing that, Gloria smiled bitterly and took a step further.

“I know. I just came to see you.”

Somehow, they ended up on opposite sides of each other’s positions, but there was no shaking in their position as friends.

“… … Have you ever met a person called a memorial service?”

I wonder if it’s okay to ask such a question, but Gloria, who doesn’t have a big problem, answered with a strange expression.

“Um, I did see… … I honestly don’t know. He is very reticent, but his ability is outstanding.”

“… … .”

“Honestly, as long as there is no preconceived notion of being a black magician. I don’t think he’s a very bad person.”

“yes… … .”

Lucia is in trouble for a while. Gloria waved her hand in greeting.

“I’ll go now, cheer up.”

“Yeah, thank you.”

Leaving behind such an unfortunate breakup with his best friend.

Lucia took off her glasses and put them in her bosom. He takes off his hood, revealing his silver hair, and heads into the church.

“Stand up, saintess!”

“The saintess has arrived!”

The cheers of people from all over the place.

Lucia, who was a writer and friend, is no longer there.

Here is a noble saint who was chosen by the gods to purify all evil in the kingdom of Griffin.

There was only Lucia Saint.

* * *

[Are your skills good?]

“… … .”

[I didn’t believe the rumor that I was a prostitute, but looking at things like this, it must have been true.]

“… … .”

[Can’t you be kind to me too?]

The dark mage who had been complaining as if she was displeased with Saint Lucia and I spending time with her.

I deliberately kept the dark mage far away in case I could get caught, but it seemed like he overheard the conversation skillfully.

[Anyway, now I’m in a position to fight. I think we should be a little kinder to the teacher who is always with us rather than the enemy and who teaches us.]

If left alone, he would be grumbling all day, so I sneakily looked at the dark mage.

Through the black cloth, I could see her smile filled with anticipation.

“Be quiet.”

When I said something out of irritation, he immediately pouted and went somewhere.