I Became The Academy Necromancer

82. twisted case

The harsh atmosphere was relieved as the priest managed to curry favor with Darius.

Actually, Darius was also looking for a moment to let go of his anger naturally.

anyway.

“You are truly amazing.”

The priest licked his tongue while watching Darius and the garrison of Northweden.

After being defeated by Finden Eye and the scrap metal dealer, Darius has been focusing on training, leaving the family business to Deia.

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Maybe it’s because he let go of the weight of being the family head even though it hasn’t been a long time.

The skills of the soldiers training with him grew explosively.

“They… … .”

The cleric points to the ragged group of people laughing and giggling among themselves in a corner.

Darius felt a drop of cold sweat flowing down the nape of his neck, but on the surface he replied that it was nothing special.

“They are slaves from the Clark Republic.”

“Are you saying that you are a foreigner?!”

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at Darius. Darius instead looked down at the cleric and replied, “What’s the matter?”

“Immigrant slaves know how to handle guns. Among the same ethnic groups, there are some who bring them from time to time, so we pick them up and train them.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

In fact, even though it was an action that would not hear very good things if it was known, it was because of Darius’ confident reaction.

The priest couldn’t say anything and had no choice but to accept.

“They’re pretty important to us now.”

Darius looked at the scrap dealer with delight and said, One of the biggest reasons Northwedon’s garrison was able to grow so strong was because of the scrap metal dealer.

Having opponents to compete with and compete with, the motivation to grow has been great.

“So what do you want from me?”

Darius, watching the soldiers training with his hands behind his back, asked the priest all the way.

The priest replied as if he had waited, putting his hands together.

“It seems that the spirits are feeling quite tired while in the kingdom.”

“Ha, it’s like that. That bastard can’t do anything right.”

Seeing Darius’ tongue-clicking reaction, the priest smiled even more.

“Also, it seems that there are people who are aiming for the life of the memorial service commander.”

“… … .”

This time, Darius also kept his mouth shut and glared at the priest. What answer will the northern giant give?

The priest quickly hardened his expression and swallowed his saliva.

“We can’t just leave that bastard who insulted the family in a guest house anywhere. Even death is not his own.”

The stiff-necked giant quickly realized what the priest meant and pierced the core.

It was just a roundabout way of saying that they were aiming for their lives.

Darius replied with annoyance.

“Tell me honestly. Deus is annoying, I want to kill him, but he needs my help. Isn’t it like this He will be hiding in the palace right now.”

“Oh, well. That is… … .”

“Why. Are you afraid that the god you serve is watching?”

Darius laughs, saying it’s absurd. Cross your arms while dragging.

“I will write to Deius to return to Northwedon. It must be difficult for the owner of the house to easily disregard my orders.”

“… … !”

“I want to kill him, but I don’t want to let him die in a place I don’t know about.”

Thick fists stained with hatred and disgust clenched tightly.

“When the wagon arrives in Northweddon, I will make arrangements for the funeral right away.”

The cleric bowed his head deeply in the sense that he would create the environment, so take care of yourself.

“Sending wreaths and believers, we will mourn his death together. The gods will take care of it.”

“Tsk, you’re talking nonsense.”

A clergyman who quietly raises the corner of his mouth. Darius’ hatred towards the spirits is considerable.

Any chance he’s lying?

To be honest, I was convinced that even if it was low, it was very low.

‘What kind of crazy family owner would like a guy who does drugs in a manor and goes to brothels!’

Before visiting Darius, the cleric toured the city of Northwedon to gather information about the memorial service Deius.

Garbage.

Lovelace.

drug addicts, etc.

Truly a crazy guy who has lived a life without such a dog car class.

If it was a different family, even if he had been kicked out right away, the priest was dumbfounded to see the stories that he had nothing to say pouring out one after another.

Now the cleric decided not to think that God had chosen him. I was convinced that I had obtained divine power by using some other method.

However, public opinion is already trending that he is a saint chosen by God.

After a little more time, it will eventually turn completely towards accepting the memorial service.

‘Even if I didn’t say that I could use divine power, I wouldn’t have killed him.’

Divine power has an absolute and unchanging position that only a saint can handle.

A saint who deals with it must always be virtuous.

But what if Deus spreads these moves?

It can damage Deius, but on the contrary, the absoluteness of divine power is broken.

The church came to a situation where they denied the divine power with their own hands.

Deius’ ugly past is rather a situation where the church has to actively hide it.

But can it be hidden forever?

Do I have to wait for the suspicion of divine power to grow because of the existence of Deius?

In the end, there was only one thing they could do.

Assassinate Deius.

If he doesn’t do it now, Deius will eventually become an old tree standing in the same position as the saint.

Suspected as an assassin, even if he was bleeding, Deius was an existence that had to be pulled out now.

Because once you kill the person, you can somehow make up words and decorate it.

Of course, there are people who are on the side of Deius and want to acknowledge him. Although they are called moderate factions with saints as the main axis.

‘This is nonsense.’

Warlock comforts the soul?

Don’t talk like a dog.

‘Do you think we can play on your wicked palm?’

this is an ordeal

The ordeal given to them by God to uncover the truth and exterminate demons.

“Oh God.”

The priest closed his eyes and just chanted the name of God.

“… … .”

Darius was glaring at him with his arms crossed and eyes wide open.

* * *

While staying in Gray Pond, a luxurious office given by the royal family for me, a memorial service.

In fact, he said that he didn’t need to give him an office because he intended to go back to Lovern Academy once the situation started to come to an end.

King Orpheus said that it was important to prepare a place like this in advance, and finally gave me a luxurious room.

A total of three people came to this office.

Saint Lucia Saint.

Sister Deia Verdi.

Finally, the maid, Finden Ai.

Lucia and Findenai were sitting on the sofa in the room and listening to what they were saying.

Deia was relaying to me what she had heard from Darius yesterday via telecommunication.

“So a letter from Darius will come soon. Let’s get ready to leave.”

The bishops’ plan to assassinate me. The plan was to use it as a counterpoint to catch those who would assassinate me.

“Get on this wagon and return to Northwedon.”

“… … I’m from Greypond.”

Deia shamelessly crossed her arms and turned her head away. I think I liked Gray Pond a lot.

“After this incident, I will be completely estranged from the bishops. Of course, since I’m here, it won’t cause any direct damage, but there will definitely be parts that make you uncomfortable.”

“… … .”

“There will also be pressure coming into Northweden. Without you, Darius would have a hard time solving it alone.”

“Ha, is the vacation over now?”

Deia’s shoulders droop, saying she’s sorry. I look at her and say something for no reason.

“A Northwedon heroine is more beautiful than a Greypond maid.”

“… … Aren’t you happy to hear that from you?”

Even as she said that, Deia twisted her body and walked out.

“I’m going to pack my things back to Northweden, so bring me something like a souvenir.”

Looking at Deia’s back as she left, I shook my head. I felt like I was dealing with a younger sister.

“Right.”

Finden Ai is convinced by looking at the ceiling while leaning back on the sofa by herself.

I wanted to say something trashy again at such a sudden statement, but I wasn’t curious.

“So you liked me living in a gore place beyond the wilds of the Clark Republic?”

“Findenai, that’s enough to make you sick.”

“Anyway, the owner doesn’t know jokes. It’s a black joke.”

“Ahem.”

Lucia interrupted, clearing her throat, as if the conversation between the two of us was showing signs of getting longer.

The expression on her face was full of concern.

“Please, I hope you are not connected in many sects.”

You don’t know how many hardliners are trying to assassinate me.

“It’s the opposite of me.”

Being calm, I opened the book next to me and answered.

“I hope that as many of God’s messengers as possible have aimed at my neck.”

* * *

A week later.

An unmarked carriage passing through the main gate of Greypond.

After receiving the letter from Margrave Darius, the memorial serviceman Deius goes to North Whedon without being able to obey the command of the head of the household.

In order to move as secretly as possible, it was no different from an ordinary carriage, and they boarded the carriage with their faces covered outside the royal family.

Thanks to that, Deia’s butt hurt at the rattling sound of the carriage, probably because it was cheap.

“cadet.”

Even so, the situation is prepared so that the magic power gun in the waist can be taken out at any time.

The moment Greypond disappeared over the horizon from the carriage window.

Hee hee!

When the coachman pulls the horse’s reins at the gangsters who appear in front of the carriage, the carriage stops in a hurry.

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Masked assassins blocked the carriage. Each of them holds a cross-shaped dagger and makes the sign of the cross.

“Deius Verdi, the wicked black magician, be punished with me.”

Assassins approaching with strides. They genuinely believed that they were doing the right thing, and they seemed unwilling to hide that they belonged to the church.

Or maybe he’s thinking of killing all the witnesses.

profit.

The carriage door opened and Deia came out.

“Are they church assassins?”

A large number of assassins continued to pop out from nearby trees, probably conscious of Finden Eye.

With this number, he seemed to have judged that even if he couldn’t kill Finden-Eye, he would be able to assassinate Deius while keeping his feet tied.

“Sister of the wicked black magician. It must have been a plan to destroy the Griffin Kingdom, but today. God’s punishment has come.”

Assassins approaching with strides.

The wagon was completely surrounded, the dagger he was holding glowed because it was cool, and mana fluctuated in an instant to see if there was a wizard.

“Hmm.”

A man’s yawn is heard from inside the carriage, reducing tension.

The man hiding his face with his robe pulled down gave an answer while looking around at the assassins.

“The plan is to destroy the Griffin Kingdom. I am very curious about that.”

“uh?”

Some of the assassins exclaimed involuntarily, as if they thought it was a voice they had heard before.

Of course, I thought it was Deus Verdi, but when I checked it up close, I had a better physique than him.

“by the way.”

swish

The radiant blond hair of a man who takes off his robe comes out into the world.

According to God’s will, the power in the hands of the assassins who came with the cause of killing the black magician is relaxed, and the dagger is slowly lowered.

“From what I can see, you guys who are trying to assassinate me, the king of the griffins, are much more evil, right?”

The owner of the Griffin Nest.

A wise young king who is currently building absolute royal authority through an alliance with Deus Verdi.

King Orpheus smiled and looked at them one by one.

“ah.”

Assassins who finally realized that things were wrong.

Now, they are not the executioners who execute God’s judgment.

He realizes that he has quickly become a high-ranking criminal who wants to assassinate the king of a country.

Orpheus said with a grin.

“If you kneel down now, I won’t show you the slightest bit of mercy.”

In a truly coercive manner, the assassins began to notice each other.

They are not experts in assassinating factors for money.

They were just martyrs who believed in God and stood up with their swords for their faith.

Assassinate the king, Orpheus, not Deius, the memorial service?

It is impossible even for religious leaders to take care of such a degree.

In the first place, they had no intention of doing so.

“I, I, never meant to!”

When one begins to kneel, you and I all kneel in a row and bow to the king.

Looking at them like that, King Orpheus smiled with satisfaction.

“Your loyalty is well known. I was thinking that perhaps the masters who sent you were rude people who are still holding a noble meeting.”

“… … Yes?”

aristocrats?

What do you mean?

The assassins made faces that couldn’t understand what they were talking about.

“They must have been wicked people who used to raise the tax on the territory and exploited the profits as if they dared to challenge the kingship.”

A deep smile is drawn on Orpheus’ lips.

Watching the assassins’ joarim, I felt like appreciating the art work created by Deus Verdi.

Unfortunately.

Their martyrdom for God will be obscured and tarnished, and used in a viciously political way.

Because Deius had no intention of ending this case simply as the assassination of the memorial spirit.

The assassination case was merely a stepping stone. For nobles full of greed and high-ranking officials secretly negotiating with other countries.

The smirk of King Orpheus, who suddenly became a victim, will reach out to nobles located across the continent, and they will have no choice but to be nervous.

“No need to say. I know everything.”

It was the moment when the king’s iron fist, dotted with false wrath, was created to pour down on the insects that were eating away at the kingdom.