I Became The Academy Necromancer

80. parting time

late night.

I didn’t find a separate lodging in Fernan, I built a bonfire near the beach and waited blankly looking at the fire.

Theme and Doben, the sorcerer’s judges, were away on my orders.

The dark mage sitting next to me stretched out her hand towards the bonfire, as if she could feel the warmth.

Then, as if he wanted to throw some roasted sweet potatoes into the campfire, he casually asked.

[I never thought you would know about Dante.]

“… … .”

[It’s not a very good decision to get involved with them.]

“Can not help it. because they called me.”

Dante was a secret organization that was revealed only in the final half of the game.

[Actually, it came to me once. Wouldn’t you like to dream of saving the continent together?]

“… … .”

[Of course, I declined. I’m not interested in things like saving the continent. I just wanted to see the end of necromancy with my own hands.]

The Dark Mage was a woman obsessed with knowledge to the point of being terribly. The reason she still cooperates with me is because she believes that I can show the end of necromancy that she has not seen.

The reason why she hid in her house and came out was to retrieve the book containing her knowledge because Arya had stolen it.

“Know.”

However, I did not mean to criticize her for being selfish.

[Deius, as you may know, warlocks are people who do anything for their own wishes and greed.]

But all of a sudden.

When I made eye contact with her pupils, I felt a vague yet affectionate feeling. Is that really to satisfy the frustration of simple knowledge?

[But if they are given a cause, what if there is a reason everyone can convince?]

The Dark Spirit, who slowly approached, came face-to-face. I didn’t feel any touch, but the look of concern was very pitiful.

[They change radically beyond simply moving with their own desires. And that’s Dante.]

A distance where your lips would touch each other even if you moved just a little. If it wasn’t for the black cloth covering the mouth of the Dark Mage, they might have reached it.

I looked at her bluntly and slowly opened my mouth.

“Here you are.”

Turn it off!

A scream echoes.

The startled Black Spirit was in a hurry, so he took the original body, and then the nasty stench of rotting corpses violently entered as if it would paralyze his nose.

The footsteps and screams heard outside the campfire gradually approached, and soon they broke through the darkness and entered the warmth of the campfire.

A man who covered his entire body with a robe and hood. He was a normal physique, neither big nor small, and had a subtle smile on his lips.

aaa!

In his hand he held the face of a man who was still alive and screaming.

It was Volta.

“Are you still alive?”

To my question, the corpse man shrugged his shoulders and answered.

“About half? If I break the spell, I’ll die soon.”

I didn’t like it very much from the first impression. It was an unpleasant voice, as if a bug had crawled down his throat and he couldn’t make a sound properly.

“Commissioner Deius Verdi. I didn’t expect it to come this soon, but I must have planned it well with a rather interesting incident.”

The corner of his mouth went up like a hook as he pushed Volta’s head out.

“I judged it to be an evil spirit capable of destroying the entire kingdom. But no.”

The guy nodded at my words and sat right across from me.

The dark spirit swallows his saliva and carefully stands behind me.

It was a position to protect right away at any time and under any circumstances.

Suddenly, I wondered if he, a corpse magician, could see the Dark Spirit. It was creepy, and seeing him stroking Volta’s head and making eye contact with me made it seem like the Dark Spirit was invisible.

“So why did Dante call me?”

“Hoo?”

The guy who let out a surprised exclamation when he mentioned something about Dante. However, he does not show embarrassment and answers smirkingly.

“Are you more capable than you think? I guess it wasn’t luck that I was able to annihilate the demon that had been coiling itself around the royal family.”

I know the Griffin’s demon.

The other side seemed to respond that way, but it wasn’t too embarrassing.

“I will tell you directly. Because of you, we have suffered a lot. Since the kingdom is ignorant of dark magic, it was a bonanza for talented warlocks.”

If you had to explain the land called Griffin to the warlock, you could say it felt like a hunting ground for goraps.

Black magicians with low achievements would have been executed by the sorcerer judges immediately after stepping recklessly.

There are no prey that are ignorant of black magic to those with skills.

But now that King Orpheus and I are attempting reforms related to black magic, Griffin will gradually begin to hunt them down.

So it was hostile, but it wasn’t.

Rather, the voice of the corpse was mixed with softness.

“But when I looked at your case resolution and your steps so far. I thought he was a really coveted talent.”

“… … .”

“So Deus Verdi. Come join us. As you may already know about Dante, we do not simply act for our own desires. It is for the cause of saving the continent.”

Yes, there is only one reason why Dante moves.

It was because they knew that this continent was saturated.

The souls of the dead have no place to rest, so they start wandering the continents.

If this continues, the boundary between life and death will disappear on the continent, and you will live in an unclear life.

And Dante was the one who tried to stop it.

“Because I am a necromancer, you know me best. If it stays like this, the entire continent is in danger.”

“So you killed Volta?”

Being blunt, he asked while chinning Volta’s head, and the corpse man glanced down at him and shook his head.

“He deserved to die. And I paid enough.”

“It paid off.”

It was a very intrusive choice of words, but he continued talking as if he didn’t notice.

“We are different. Unlike the savage guys who simply steal. They pay a fair price for everything.”

“So you paid the price to Hernu, the mother?”

The corpse doctor kept silent at my words for a moment. It seemed like he didn’t want to say anything, but he sighed and replied.

“I gave her what she wanted. We gave her freedom from restraint. That’s the price she wanted.”

“Volta’s life belongs to Volta.”

“It was Hernu who gave birth to that Volta.”

The story runs parallel.

Just as necromancers regard souls as consumables such as mana lumps or weapons.

The corpse man puts a price on a person’s body. It’s like selling meat by slicing cows and pigs at a butcher shop.

It was very annoying.

“You’re not saying that the price of a life cannot be measured, is it? You are not a saint, necromancer.”

The corpse magician, who sneers and laughs, turns the story back to square one.

“Dante needs you. You’re a necromancer who can work externally. If you join us, we will help you establish an unshakable position in Griffin in the future.”

“… … .”

“We can make you a being comparable to a saint. If we work together, we can make many times the results.”

If you work together with them, you will surely be able to achieve tremendous results in an instant, and the church will keep its mouth shut and the citizens will gradually acknowledge it.

But.

“Everything, everything, at that time!”

The old woman’s cry came from far away.

Perhaps because of the nasty smell of ash, Hernu was rushing this way with tears in his eyes.

“He said he’d just fix it! You only said you would give me freedom! I really didn’t think you were going to kill me!”

She rushes towards the corpse doctor, spitting out violent curses, but stops when she sees her son’s face screaming.

Despair and anguish dripped from his face.

“Bo, Voltaa?”

Have you lost strength in your legs?

Or did he feel guilty seeing the face of the son he had sold out?

Hernu knelt down and bowed his head. As if meeting the devil, she sheds tears and apologizes.

“M-M-I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry mom. I didn’t know it would turn out like this. It’s just, I’m so tired because of you… … That’s how it was! I didn’t know it would really kill you!”

I stare at the corpse doctor, and he answers with a shrug.

“The son who hit his mother. I offered freedom to the mother who had been tormented by such a son, and she accepted. It’s not me who sets the value, it’s what she decides for herself.”

After weighing her son’s life against her own freedom, she accepted the deal.

As a result, he regretted the situation so badly, but it had already happened.

“It’s already a contract.”

The corpse man lifts Volta’s head and smiles. Hernu was apologizing to his son as he slammed the ground in despair.

Turn it off!

Volta’s head continued to scream. As if reenacting the moment of death, just endlessly desperately.

Perhaps his soul is contained within.

“The choice is yours. Don’t worry about it, do you want to hear the answer soon?”

The corpse master rose from his seat and slowly approached me.

Under strange pressure, he demanded an answer from me.

“Let’s go with Dante, Deius. We want you.”

“… … .”

The outstretched hand was full of stench. Since he was a corpse master, he couldn’t help it, but it was disgusting nonetheless.

I reached out and pointed at Volta’s head.

“Remove the magic.”

I didn’t want to let the mother hear her child’s screams anymore.

“That will be my answer.”

Volta’s death, along with the crucial difference between me and Dante, will prove them wrong.

“Well?”

The corpseman tilted his head at what he was talking about. But now that Volta had no regrets, he dispelled the magic.

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My mana fluctuates and wraps around Volta.

To put it bluntly, Volta’s head just died.

I managed to make time for the last word, and the corpse master realized my intentions.

“Are you going to leave a will for your mother? To give her a scar that will never be forgotten?”

With a smile, he took Volta’s head and placed it in front of Hernu.

Soon after, Volta’s screaming spirit borrowed his body for a moment to utter the last word.

“Oops, oops.”

“Bo, Volta! Volta! Sorry! Because of this ugly mother!”

Volta’s words were not coming out properly, as if muddy sand was stuck in his mouth.

Hernu continued to apologize while banging his head on the ground, but Volta spat out a word.

“mom.”

“… … Ball or ride?”

“Sorry… mom.”

That was it.

Volta’s body slumped and his eyes closed, and his soul sank into rest as if he had no regrets.

“uh?”

A corpse doctor looking at his hat with a puzzled expression. Volta, who naturally thought that he would pour out hateful words toward his mother who sold him and killed him.

Rather, the way he apologized to Hernu seemed completely incomprehensible to him.

“When do you think people learn the most?”

I became a professor who solved the problem and opened my mouth calmly.

“The moment of insight when you regret the most and change.”

that was death

Volta continued to suffer without dying. But I know that I will die in the end.

He was in a situation similar to jumping from a very tall building.

I don’t know how long it will fall, but in the end it keeps falling. Even though death is certain, thoughts continue to return.

Even if I had seen the kaleidoscope, I would have seen it dozens of times, and even if I had regrets or resentment, I would have done it an awful lot.

and the result.

I would have looked back on what I had done. I had no choice but to admit my own conclusion.

Volta was an awfully ugly man.

He was a petty villain to the point that the villagers were reluctant to give him a funeral.

He was a mean man to the point of regretting that his mother had given birth to him and making him have the urge to sell him to someone.

Even such a young man.

It changes so much in the face of death.

“Eventually, it can change. Humans are beings who can change while regretting and repenting.”

“… … .”

“You said, don’t say the cost of a life cannot be measured.”

ridicule lingers

Living a life directly related to death, he felt foolish because he had seen the most human corpses.

“Even a foolish young man who can only be called a little villain realized his true nature in front of his own death.”

Hernu hugged Volta’s head and howled desperately. Now I felt the sadness of not being able to be together even though we were meant for each other.

“How can you put a price on their lives?”

“… … You are different from us.”

The morgue shakes his head. They realized that the negotiation itself had lost its meaning.

“It’s too bad, Deus Verdi. You should know how to sacrifice a cow for the sake of the generations.”

“I don’t think you guys who don’t know the preciousness of small things can get big things.”

With the sound of the morgue clicking his tongue, his body collapses on the floor.

A body that was just a corpse.

It was the identity of the terrible stench that had been pouring out from earlier.

“Volta! Oh Bolta! aaa! aaagh!”

The case ended just like that.

The corpse has escaped, and Hernu will be arrested for murder.

Only the screams of the mother hugging her son while shedding tears remained.

Perhaps, Sorcerer Judge Theme and Doben will come soon. I told him to wait nearby, but he heard Hernu’s cry and came looking for him.

until they come

To give the time of separation between mother and son.

pretend I didn’t see anything

I closed my eyes.