I Became The Academy Necromancer

oaching one of the scattered corpses, Musah lifted the severed arm of an enemy soldier and put it in his mouth.

 

His sharp teeth, like a sword, chew on the flesh forcefully.
Blood filled his mouth like juice, unfortunately, unlike juice, it was accompanied by the stench of blood.

 

He knew how evil the act of consuming human flesh was.

 

Even the goddess of Setima might have turned away after seeing him.

 

But to protect, he had to become a demon.

 

Chomp, chomp.

 

For the countless residents of Setima who trust him and are praying inside.

 

Chomp, chomp.

 

For those who turned him back into a human despite being broken and destroyed in the tragedy of losing everything.

 

Chomp, chomp.

 

Musah forcibly filled his stomach with chunks of meat only to replenish his strength.

 

That's how he endured that day.
And even another day.

 

The voices of the residents who went inside still could not be heard, and there was no sign of the other village tribes who promised to send reinforcements.

 

Yet, Musah didn’t show any signs of despair.

 

Unfortunately, the end still came.
It was in the form of a blade piercing his back and coming out of his chest.

 

Thunk!

 

Gazing at the kingdom soldier's sword thrusting through his chest, Musah let out a hollow breath, although he could no longer feel anything other than the remnants of blood in his mouth.

 

His thick blood spurted out through his throat and splattered like vomit.

 

“Kuahak!”

 

How could someone come out from inside when not a single person was allowed in?

 

The man who stabbed Musah from behind, amidst such confusion, laughed and answered.

 

“Most of the people inside died on the first day.
Didn't know they could move underground using magic, huh?”

 

“……!”

 

“The tribes you were expecting to come for support? They're all dead.
You should've seen how they foolishly charged in and got themselves killed.”

 

The man, whose face couldn't be seen, chuckled and smiled.

 

“Thank you anyway.
Thanks to you, the rival family’s forces have been greatly depleted, and I will reap the merit.”

 

Thud.

 

Musah's knees, which had never bent even in the face of any hardship, gave in.

 

“I've beheaded the enemy commander! I, the eldest son of the Zeronia family! Ger—-!”

 

Now, he could barely see ahead.
The sound, reaching his ears, became faint.

 

Musah realized that this was the end of his life.

 

Like everyone else, Musah had imagined his own demise.

 

He thought it would be a satisfying end.

 

A neat conclusion that left no lingering regrets.

 

He thought he would rejoice in escaping from all this tragedy.

 

He thought he would feel indifferent to his meaningless life.

 

But now, as the situation unfolded, the end was like a smudged inkblot, chaotic and meaningless.

 

‘Damn it.’

 

To be so powerless, so ravaged.

 

To have foolishly delivered himself in the clutches of the enemies.

 

To have failed to protect the villagers.

 

It was infuriating.

 

‘If there is such a thing as a god…’

 

Musah didn't believe in the goddess of Setima.
That's why he resented and thought.

 

‘You should have protected them.’

 

…

 

…………

 

………………..

 

“So, this is your past.”

 

Wham!

 

Musah regained his senses and swung his sword fiercely.
He pushed away the Necromancer who had his hand on Musah’s heart.

 

He failed to protect.

 

However, whether it was a gift from a god or a devil's prank, he was given one more chance.

 

So this time…

 

[Kuaahh!]

 

He would protect them.

 

* * *

 

“What did you just do?!”

 

Finden Ai, who cleared the way, asked me in surprise.

 

Due to the joint efforts of Finden Ai and Gideon, there was an opening, making it possible for me to absorb magic power near Musah's heart and see a fragment of his memories.

 

“I woke him up.”

 

Since I couldn't explain the situation in detail, I briefly explained it.
Then, I turned to Musah.

 

“Now you must have regained your sanity.”

 

It happened just as I said.
Musah, who had been swinging his sword with fury, momentarily lowered his head as if catching his breath, and then looked in my direction.

 

[Why did you wake me up?]

 

Until just now, Musah had been captured by madness and obsession.
Now, he had finally opened his eyes.

 

“Because I need you.”

 

Naturally, Finden Ai and Gideon stepped aside, and Musah and I stood facing each other in a straight line.

 

However, it didn't mean that he became friendly to us just because we could have a conversation.

 

[Ridiculous.
Dogs of the kingdom.
Tonight, I will soothe the spirits of the children who were killed and died by taking your necks.]

 

“That's impossible.”

 

I outright denied his firm declaration.

 

“No matter how cruelly you murder us, it's impossible to soothe their grudges.”

 

[What do you know!]

 

“I know.”

 

Flick!

 

I surrounded my right hand with blue flames, just like I had done for Emily.

 

It was the Necromancer’s flame used to confront souls.

 

“Because, while you were lost, just lingering here…”

 

[….]

 

“I was the one who comforted them.”

 

In an instant, not only Musah but also the gazes of other people focused on me.

 

However, I continued to communicate with him.

 

“Musah, tell me.”

 

Taking a step forward, I approached him.

 

Musah's fiery eyes flickered, revealing restlessness and unease.

 

“From whom are you protecting them?”

 

[I, I…]

 

“Musah, tell me.”

 

Once again, as I took a step forward, Musah retreated a step back, as if fleeing.

 

“What did the residents of Setima truly desire?”

 

[…]

 

“What did the people of Setima do in the face of the kingdom's army, with spears and swords, and charging cavalry?”

 

[…]

 

“What was the wish of the girl who proudly showed you a doll and smiled?”

 

The tip of Musah's sword, held high, gracefully descended in an arc and gently touched the ground.

 

“Now.
Who are the ones who bear the responsibility of representing them, yet are acting as they please?”

 

Unnamed malevolent spirits gathered in this crumbling academy, using thunderous words to fulfill their own desires, in the pretense of releasing Setima's grudges.

 

“Musah.”

 

I reached Musah, who was standing there blankly, and slowly extended my hand.

 

Blue flames began to spread throughout his entire body.

 

“Musah, who became a protector without letting go of his sword, for the sake of others, for the sake of strangers.”

 

[Ah…]

 

“You have the right to see the end of this story.”

 

Musah's new form, gradually melting into the flames, distorted.

 

And soon, he transformed into a worn-out black sword with an abyss-like dark hue, falling into my hand.

 

“Let us give farewell to these unfortunate souls together.”