I Became The Academy Necromancer

tudent of this year's admission, right?”

 

“Yes, that's correct, Your Highness.”

 

“We're classmates.
There's no need to be overly formal.”

 

“Then…”

 

“Just call me Eleanor.
Feel free.”

 

“Okay, Eleanor.”

 

Huh?

 

Whether it was ignorance or bravery, Aria spoke without hesitation.
But it was enough to pique Eleanor’s interest.

 

“Can you tell me what you think about the current situation?”

 

Eleanor asked, tapping the desk like she was taking an exam.
Aria furrowed her brow for a moment, then calmly expressed her thoughts.

 

“It's probably the misdeeds of the spirits that were causing havoc in the academy.
Besides that, I can't think of anything else.”

 

“Hmm, I see.
But this is the first time I've heard that spirits can use magic in this way.”

 

“That's the same for me… However-“

 

Aria approached the window and brushed away the darkness with her hand, whispering to herself.
At that moment, Eleanor’s next words resounded in her ears, breaking her thought process.

 

“It's probably a type of dark magic.
It must have cost a lot of mana.
I wonder if they extracted mana from missing people.”

 

“Aren’t you quite sure…?”

 

Aria raised her head and asked Eleanor, who scratched the back of her head awkwardly and smiled.

 

“Haa, I was curious about how the academy would sort out the commotion, so I paid special attention.
I couldn't simply stay still like that.”

 

Eleanor planned to report this incident to the royal family, revealing the incompetence and the true state of the Robern Academy, and completely uprooting the academy from the ground.

 

‘Yup, it’s not because I'm a princess or anything…
Hmm, I wonder where the escorts are.’

 

They would have been caught up in the barrier as well, but Eleanor was confident that the highly skilled escorts would come to rescue her soon.

 

“You can't stay still…?”

 

Aria asked Eleanor regretfully, who was absentmindedly twirling her golden hair.

 

It had not been much time, but since she liked Aria's attitude, Eleanor threw her words like a prophet.

 

“Wouldn’t the academy be closed anyway? Even though it's a renowned academy, this is not an ordinary incident.”

 

Eleanor could easily transfer to another academy or invite instructors directly from the royal family, so she didn’t find it too big of a loss.

 

‘I wonder if there was a need to learn in the first place.’

 

It wasn't just because she was a member of the royal family.
Eleanor was also a prodigy in the divine arts, even surpassing the royal court magicians.

 

And Aria, who surpassed even her in academic performance, was quite intriguing to her.

 

‘A very interesting girl.’

 

The moment she smiled, thinking that even if Robern perishes, they will meet again later-

 

“Don't.”

 

-A fierce pressure engulfed Eleanor’s whole body.

 

It was a force that couldn't be felt easily, not even from her father, the highest authority in the country, or the absolute powerhouses like the head of the knights or the grand magician.

 

“What…?”

 

With a hoarse voice, Eleanor looked at Aria with bewildered eyes.

 

Aria's black pupils had suddenly clouded over, and she was emanating a dense aura toward Eleanor.

 

“Don't do it.
This academy will eventually regain its original prestige.”

 

“What…?”

 

Bang!

 

“Kyaah!”

 

“They're here! They're here!”

 

“What about the professor? What happened to the professor?!”

 

“Run for now!”

 

“Nonsense! Let's fight! Where can we run?!”

 

Before Eleanor could barely open her mouth, the classroom door shattered, and corporeal spirits poured in.

 

Amidst the chaos and confusion, students either fled or fought.

 

Eleanor and Aria looked at each other as if they were the only two people in this place.

 

Drawing mana calmly, Eleanor gathered strength in her body and finally uttered a word.

 

“Do you think this situation can be salvaged?”

 

At her words, Aria turned her gaze to the window once again.

 

“Yes, it's possible.”

 

The place was still filled with pitch-black darkness.
Like cracks forming on a shell, suddenly faint crevices began to appear within the darkness.

 

“Because…”

 

The heavy and sticky air gave the illusion of escaping outward through the cracks.

 

The situation was rapidly changing.

 

The evil spirits that had been rushing instinctively turned their heads and gazed out of the window.

 

Some of the spirits seemed tormented as if encountering their arch-nemesis, while others growled and began to flee, cursing that they would die at any moment.

 

The barrier created by the spirits had not yet disappeared.

 

Their forces remained strong, and Robern was still caught in their merciless grasp.

 

However, there was a small crack.

 

And through that crack, a person entered, stepping on the light that poured in.

 

Perhaps there had been an accident on the way, as the edge of his coat was slightly singed, and there were burn marks here and there.

 

Nevertheless, he maintained a neat and cold appearance, and his determined steps showed no hint of hesitation.

 

His calm eyes encompassed the whole Robern academy.

 

Just that alone silenced the eerie screams of the spirits and caused the beings who had forgotten fear to falter.

 

The wind shifted abruptly.

 

The spring breeze that entered through the crack gently embraced him with a sense of relief.

 

The only lantern illuminating Robern… The Necromancer of North Whedon, Deus Verdi, had finally arrived.

 

“You've come.”

 

Aria reached out softly towards him beyond the window, accompanied by a tender smile.

 

“My hero.”