I Became The Academy Necromancer

81. Verdi’s net

“Where have you been?”

After returning from Fernan, the one waiting for me to return to Greypond was Saint Lucia.

It was proof that she had gotten used to me by the fact that she came dressed as a saintess and her tone became more comfortable.

“I have to keep showing that you and I are having a meeting?”

Externally, the two of us continue to draw attention.

The fact that the saintess and the memorial service me spend time together and have in-depth discussions about the future of the kingdom is how we spend our time.

Actually, I was just killing time. We are together because we need to impress the citizens enough that we are not hostile.

“There was something to be done.”

Lucia’s expression strangely distorted at my answer.

“In this situation? You know how many assassins are coming out to kill you right now?”

“Kiyaa! good good!”

At that time, Finden Ai burst open the door and came in. The maid uniform she was wearing was covered with thick blood.

“Today, there were only three people, but their skills were quite good. Now they’ve started sending them to only a small number of elites.”

A satisfied smile hung on the lips of Finden Ai, who deliberately lured assassins into the city and fought to the death.

Lucia, the saintess, said that it was all right, pointing at Finden Eye and exclaiming.

“Okay, I was going to say this. There’s no reason to go out and hunt assassins on purpose!”

“Ah? They are coming to kill us, what have I done wrong?”

Lucia, who says she doesn’t have to go out and twist the assassin, and Findenai, who says that since they’re coming from the other side to kill us anyway, what’s wrong with killing us?

It’s a situation where both sides can understand, but if you have to argue, this time I’ll take the side of Finden Eye.

“Her actions are driven by necessity.”

“hahahahang! look at this! The owner is already obsessed with me and won’t listen to you religious people!”

Finden I, who comes right to me and puts me on the shoulder. Even though I glared at him not to cross the line, Finden-Ei answered with a chest on purpose.

“Are you excited?”

“… … Don’t push the angular thing.”

When I was a little angry and said harshly, on the contrary, Finden-I went into a fit of rage and shouted.

“Are you crazy? How precious is this!”

Pinden-I shouts confidently while sticking out her chest.

At the obscene scene, Lucia blushed and bowed her head.

Findanei, who was sulking, grumbled to herself at my reaction and went to the corner of the room and started doing something.

I calmly open my eyes again and look at Lucia.

“Anyway, Finden-I just did what I needed to do.”

The characteristics of the assassins, the manner of speaking, the name of the god they cried out to, etc.

Overall, reports continued to come in from Finden-Ai, and I was following the root of the assassin based on them.

“At first, the name of the god called Junggu Heating has now been unified as Hertia.”

“… … The bishops who serve Goddess Hertia are friendly to us.”

It felt like he was trying to force her to doubt Hertia, but I couldn’t think of it simply.

It’s possible that the priests of Hertia actually sent an assassin by twisting it.

It was a kind of rock-paper-scissors game.

However, it was too risky to break through the blackout curtain and stab it.

If you stab it wrongly, the image of me appearing as a memorial service and oppressing religion can be covered.

“Judging from the unification of the goddess Hertia, it seems that the group that sent the assassins became a kind of cooperative relationship.”

I do not come out of the royal family, and only Finden Ai, who has information related to me, comes out and slaughter the assassins.

Inevitably, we had no choice but to join forces.

“But thanks to Finden Ai’s good work, he will try to put pressure on me in other ways.”

Even if you want to argue through the doctrines of religion, I dealt with the divine power, and in addition, the saintess is on this side.

Even if he wants to end the situation by assassinating me even if he suffers damage, the yaksha named Finden-Ay is holding on.

So it was obvious that the route was going in the other direction.

“What else do you have in mind?”

A teacup pushed out from the side along with Lucia’s question. Findenai had come to brew tea.

After putting off my answer for a while, I immediately frowned and looked at the teacup.

“You said not to make tea.”

I remember saying that it was a waste of tea leaves because it tasted like pig urine.

However, Finden-Ai exclaimed in a fit of rage.

“Oh really. Boil well now.”

He took it in with a subtle expression, savored the scent, and brought it to his lips.

and put it right down

“Take it.”

“… … .”

“Let me tell you that I grew up from pig urine to pig.”

“I met the wrong owner.”

Finden Ai takes the teacup and says it looks like shit. Then he slurped himself.

“Oooh!”

go to the bathroom

From what I’ve seen, it seems like they’re not simply brewing tea, but adding something else.

“… … .”

Lucia is looking at us with a bewildered expression as if she is watching a play.

I bring the story back to its original subject.

“Yes, rather than directly hurting me, they will try to twist it indirectly. the expected sea. I already sprinkled some food for them to eat.”

“Prey?”

Lucia doesn’t know what that means. I didn’t have to explain everything to her, but I answered with a finger tap on the cheek.

“Do you remember the gauze on my cheek when we first met at the Mersenne restaurant?”

“I don’t want to talk about it much, but I do remember.”

I smiled slightly at Lucia, who answered with embarrassment.

“It was a wound made by my older brother Darius.”

“The Earl of Northweddon? You seem to have a good relationship with your sister, but don’t you have a good relationship with the count?”

Lucia is immediately worried that someone might not be a saint. It was a bit strange to hear that he seemed to have a better relationship with Deia than that, but anyway.

I shook my head.

“No, it was a deliberate wound.”

on the face too.

It was large, so I had to make it.

Because I needed to make it public that Darius and I didn’t get along.

At the time, it was before the big debate, so it would be more effective.

It is a bait that I have deliberately prepared for the bishops who are trying hard to catch my flaws somehow.

It seems that there is a glimmer of hope. They would be glad that there was a weak hole in the iron wall.

But it won’t take long for you to realize that the place you’ve been swimming so hard is, in fact, already inside the net.

* * *

Even Darius, who was not in the habit of shaking his legs, couldn’t help but be nervous right now.

He takes a deep breath while looking at the letter in his hand.

Before returning to Northwedon, he listened to his younger brother, Deius, for an explanation, but when he faced the situation himself, he couldn’t help but be nervous.

‘I don’t know if I can do well.’

Conversation with the priest who will come from now on. He was worried that he, as a warrior, would be able to deal with religious people like slang with his tongue.

‘I have to do it.’

I couldn’t get my feet wet here.

The moment Darius made a promise, thinking that it was time to show his dignity as the family head.

smart.

“Holy Head, a guest has arrived.”

The butler’s voice came from outside.

“Stop by.”

Darius had a lot of voice, and his expression was full of annoyance.

The one who entered through the door opened by the butler was a nasty man. The clothes themselves were plain, but the smell of perfumed oil was flowing from her body.

It was the behavior of a typical church person.

– First impressions are important. Don’t hide the offending tee.

Deus’ calm voice lingers in my head. Darius asked sighing.

“What are you doing in this periphery? Those gods don’t seem to be very interested in the North either!”

From the first meeting, the priest hesitated for a moment at the rude remark, but calmly bowed his head and greeted.

“Meet the Marquess of Northwedon, giant of the north, great bulwark.”

“Kheung.”

He doesn’t hide the fact that he doesn’t like it. When I actually did it, it wasn’t too difficult.

“Tell me from the point. Because I don’t have anything I want to say to you.”

“I will. Actually, I have something to tell you about Deius Verdi, the Count’s younger brother… … .”

Quaang!

– React passionately when my name is mentioned. It would be perfect if you hit the desk.

– You’ll be fine, that’s what you always do.

Recalling the expression of Deia, who was giving her a pick, she hit the desk as it is. The clergy were also startled by the sound of the ringing sound of the entire room.

“In front of me, do you feed the name of the cub?”

– Also, it is important to deliberately release topics that are difficult to talk about on the other side.

“Before I was expelled from the royal family, I had to kill that bastard. It couldn’t have stopped just beating me with my fist.”

Verdi became the family that produced black magicians. For Darius, the owner of the house, it cost a thousand dollars.

was the scenario.

In fact, it was a reality that the current Verdi was being avoided by the surrounding aristocrats.

No matter how much the royal family acknowledged it, the prejudice and traditions accumulated until now were still the same.

“As expected, the scars he had before the great debate were made by Darius-sama.”

A smiling priest.

He was delighted that the information that it was Darius who had injured Deius’ face had become clear.

Darius was sure he was almost over.

“yes! While staying in Northweden, it was the limit to turn a blind eye to him acting like an asshole, but what? black magician? I have no face raising my head to the successive family heads!”

Darius glared at the cleric with a bloody killing intent.

“therefore. Did you come here to make me feel bad by mentioning that bitch? If that’s the case, it’s been wonderfully successful.”

When Darius growled, asking if he could take responsibility for this, the priest immediately knelt down and shouted.

I thought this was a watershed moment.

“I know very well that the Marquis does not like the memorial service. That is why I have come to help the Marquis.”

“help?”

“Yes that’s right!”

Looking at the back of the head of the man who was bowing his head, Darius couldn’t hide a smile that spilled out of him.

I’ve been through it all, but I wanted to take it like this here.

– Ha, if you think you’ll get caught, just get angry. ignorantly. that’s you

“How can you help me! I organize my blood relatives! You religious people don’t need any help!”

Kwaang and hit the desk again with his fist. The desk split in two because of how intense it was.

Although the priest trembled, he clearly sensed the level of anger Darius had towards Deius.

‘Ah, this is expensive.’

Darius was only worried about Deia’s nervous scolding, who would scold him for destroying an expensive desk.