I Became The Academy Necromancer

r away from the academy.

 

It was not like she never talked it out with him.
She told Deus several times to stop, but…

 

'Never mind.'

 

She really didn't want to recall that conversation.

 

“Haah! Actually…”

 

In any case, Erica needed to reveal everything now – that in fact, Professor Deus was suppressing the spirits, and she was the one who didn’t care about others;

 

That she was the one who abandoned the academy and students because she couldn't see Deus suffer like that.

 

But when she tried to tell the truth-

 

[Shh.]

 

-suddenly, her whole body shuddered and her vision went dark. 

 

Erica felt a strange sense of weightlessness in her body, and before she could realize what was going on, her body hit the ground with a creepy sound.

 

Thud.

 

Erica fainted on the spot.

 

“Erica!”

 

Gideon hurriedly tried to hug her-

 

“Get out of the way.”

 

-But Karen intervened and examined Erica.

 

“She just fainted.
It must be due to lack of sleep… Hmm, she should be fine after getting a good night’s sleep.
I’ll bring her to the infirmary just in case.”

 

“….”

 

Though Erica’s words were cut off due to the sudden situation, the dean seemed to have decided their course of action already.

 

“I will write a letter to Professor Deus again! Ah, it will take some time for him to come from North Whedon to the academy; If we delay any longer, he might not arrive before the start of the semester.”

 

Then, the dean gritted his teeth and added.

 

“After all the incidents are resolved, we will hold Professor Deus accountable.
If the situation is resolved, he will not be able to return to his hometown easily.”

 

Now it was a race against time.

 

Evaluation of students was scarier than evil spirits after all.

 

After asking them to tidy things up, the dean returned to his office with a throbbing headache.

 

Just at the thought of writing a letter to Deus, his headache worsened even more and his heart pounded in frustration.

 

*

 

“Reject him.”

 

“…Are you serious?”

 

As usual, Deia came to my room for 5 minutes.
She asked with a bewildered face while fluttering the letter she held in her hand.

 

I didn’t know why she read my letter without asking me, but anyway…

 

Deia continued with a subdued expression, “I'm not saying this out of self-interest, you know? I don't want you to leave quickly just because I don't want to see you, or because I don't want to waste five minutes or anything like that.”

 

“Uncharastically, you’re talking a lot, Deia.”

 

“Ahem, it's not that.
It’s just hard to get such an opportunity.
The new semester is going to start soon, and this will probably be the last chance.”

 

I knew.

 

If I missed this chance, it would be difficult to return to the position of professor at the Robern Academy.

 

Originally, the plan was to delay as much as possible and return at exactly this time.
But-

 

“There is still work to be done.”

 

-I was not in a position to leave the Verdi mansion just yet.

 

‘Sigh, I feel sorry for not getting the position back, but it can’t be helped.’

 

Looking at the letter, I felt regretful. 

 

The dean’s promise of the research materials and financial support was something I was really looking forward to.
After all, it was an unconventional proposal that instantly made even Deia tempted.

 

And even if the dean had not promised me such benefits, I could have built a direct friendship with the golden generation of students at Robern Academy, where the main characters and many key characters would be present.
But in the end, I still decided to give up…

 

“Is it because of Emily?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Even after recognizing the downcast expression on Deia’s face, I answered calmly. 

 

The little girl’s resentment had not yet been fully resolved.
Moreover, I had the intention of saving not only her but also all of the evil spirits surrounding the mansion.
It was a necessary step for the future of my necromancy. 

 

“…….”

 

When the topic of Emily came up, Deia opened her mouth as if she wanted to ask something, but closed it again.

 

Click.

 

Five minutes were up.

 

Without hesitation, Deia turned around and left my room.

 

Simultaneously, Finden Ai’s approaching footsteps echoed.

 

As Finden came in, I unfolded the previously folded map and raised my pen.

 

‘If I can't help from within, then I'll have to help from outside.’

 

In the end, the goal was to prevent the destruction of the continent.
So, there were plenty of ways to help the protagonist besides being a professor.

 

The pen continued to mark places on the map, which included major game episodes or places from where important items could be obtained.

 

One might ask what about the evil spirits left in the academy?

 

Well, I decided to give up on that part.

 

‘Come to think of it, it's strange.’

 

Because even though there were episodes centered around ghosts or spirits in the game, they weren't as excessive as this…

 

‘Is it because of me?’

 

Did things get to this point because of my presence…? 

 

‘It's either because of me that things got to this point, or the things were the same even in the original game, and when the protagonist entered the academy, the evil spirits must have gone into hibernation…’

 

But… wasn’t it too far-fetched?

 

‘Even the protagonist can not do that… right?’

 

Which meant…

 

“Sigh.”

 

If I hadn't meddled with them so excessively, the evil spirits must have been just sleeping on their own.

 

….

 

…………

 

………………

 

“Is that really the case?”

 

Thunk.

 

As I put down my pen, I furrowed my brow and closed my eyes, leaning back on the backrest.

 

Really.

 

'Did the evil spirits who were sleeping peacefully wake up just because of my presence?'

 

How many times did I think about it?

 

How many times did I come up with hypotheses?

 

After thinking about it several times, I pondered the same question again.

 

My answer, which had continued since the academy, was eventually the same.

 

“It can’t be.”

 

Everything has a reason.

 

Like how Deia hates me to the point of being disgusted just by looking at my face.

 

Like how Erica Bright had me fired because of my stubbornness.

 

Like how In-gol-Chung awakened again with the presence of Marks.

 

Like the faint screams still coming from the basement of the mansion.

 

Like the deep cut on my wrist.

 

So… even the spirits of the academy must have their own reasons for behaving like that.

 

I exhaled.

 

Then, raising the pen again, I marked the location of the Robern Academy on the map.