I Became The Academy Necromancer

 

“I hope that you are in a deep sleep where you won't ever remember any wounds.”

 

I placed a single white flower in front of the gravestone.

 

It was a flower known as “Seolhwa,” which was said to bloom and wither briefly in the short spring of North Whedon.

 

I couldn't find the yellow flowers that Emily liked, and since those yellow flowers weren't particularly good either, I brought a substitute.

 

Hoping that she would at least like it a little, as I paid my respects, the gentle breeze made it flutter, giving me the feeling that Emily was caressing the flower petals.

 

Warm sunlight floated above the mountain range.
It was a famous spot in the North Whedon Mountains.

 

As there was no corpse, it was agreed upon to only erect a gravestone.

 

As we descended the mountain and returned to the mansion, there was a carriage waiting in front.

 

It was the carriage that had taken Finden Ai to the Robern Academy and had just returned.

 

Ahead of it, Deia was giving instructions to the porters who were loading the luggage, while a new coachman brought the horses and connected them to the carriage.

 

Since the dean and Professor Karen had already left that day, it was the carriage for me to ride to Robern.

 

Deia, who had been preparing, looked at me and approached, folding her arms.

 

“All preparations have been made.
You can leave as soon as you are ready.”

 

“Okay, thank you.”

 

“Phew.
Now that you're leaving, I can finally relax a little.
And about the maid you brought… Illuania, right? Since she’s pregnant…
Don’t do too much.”

 

“…I won't.”

 

“Well, I don't really want to know about that.
Just don't forget my advice.”

 

Deia waved her hand, indicating that she didn't want to imagine what I would do.

 

A few moments passed.

 

As she stood there awkwardly, about to say something, but closed her mouth again and while I waited for her to speak indefinitely, Darius popped out from behind.

 

“Oh, are you leaving now?”

 

Look at his pleased expression that he couldn't hide.

 

Nodding slightly, Darius chuckled and seemed to want to say something witty, but when Deia gave him a sharp glare, he turned toward the carriage without saying a word.

 

“How's the horse's condition?”

 

“It's fine, no problem.”

 

Even for Darius, it must be a bit embarrassing to ask the coachman about the horse's condition for no reason.

 

“Hoo.”

 

Finally, as if determined, Deia took out a pocket watch from her bosom.

 

Click.

 

Five minutes started to pass, and Deia looked at me directly, taking a deep breath to calm herself.

 

“You asked for five minutes daily because you wanted to talk to me, right?”

 

I nodded my head in affirmation, and Deia’s hand holding the pocket watch trembled slightly.

 

“Then don't lie to me.
At least for these five minutes.”

 

Since I felt that the atmosphere was unusual, I responded without hesitation.

 

“Understood.”

 

“Hoo.”

 

Another deep breath. 

 

I could tell how nervous she was.

 

“You…”

 

Very cautiously, her mouth opened.

 

“About the time when you behaved like a scoundrel.”

 

I instantly knew what kind of hope she held and what kind of future she envisioned, but…

 

“Was it all because you were possessed by an evil spirit?”

 

I couldn't give her the answer she wanted.

 

“…”

 

Unable to lie, I remained silent, and Deia swallowed anxiously. 

 

Eventually, I couldn't avoid answering.

 

“It's the opposite.”

 

“What?”

 

Deia could hate me.
She could despise me as the monster who took away her family and insult me, but…

 

I had no intention of building a relationship based on lies.

 

If she rejects me, I will simply accept it humbly.

 

“I took over Deus’ body.”

 

I honestly explained the current situation.

 

“……what?”

 

Deia, who stared blankly at me with a shocked expression, couldn’t say anything more.

 

She was just stepping backward, trembling in bewilderment.

 

Seeing her like that, I was calm and continued to speak.

 

“It must be scary for you.
But I just want you to know that I struggled only to survive.”

 

“…”

 

“If you feel repulsed, it's okay to feel repulsed.
If you hate me, resent me, or hold a grudge against me, it's fine.”

 

“…”

 

“But I will continue to live as Deus until the moment a blade is plunged into my throat.”

 

Deia was just staring at me blankly, seemingly thinking, ‘Could it be possible?’

 

Carefully, I reached out my hand.

 

Was it because her mind was paralyzed by the shocking situation?

 

Or was it because she was immobilized by fear?

 

Or perhaps it was another emotion?

 

I didn't know, but…

 

Deia stood still, seemingly firm, without avoiding my touch.

 

My hand gently touched her black hair.

 

“Perhaps this could be our last.”

 

The chance for me to speak to her.
There might not be another chance after this.
A bitter smile of regret appeared on my face.

 

“I…
I…”

 

Without even considering removing my hand, Deia stammered. 

 

I calmly continued speaking to her.

 

“It's probably very complicated for you right now.
Take your time to sort out your thoughts.
On the day we meet again, I'll be waiting for your response.”

 

“Ah.”

 

And that will determine our future.

 

Slowly retracting my hand, I passed by Deia and climbed into the carriage.

 

Soon after.

 

With the shout of the coachman, the carriage wheels began to roll.