I Became The Academy Necromancer - Chapter 136
I Became The Academy Necromancer chapter 136
136. The memorial service
“Turn it off!”
“Ooh! It’s heavy!”
“Is a piano really this heavy?”
Owen bows his head in gratitude to the soldiers who moved the piano while sweating profusely.
At the boy’s greeting, the soldiers accept the water bottle he gives and leave after cheering them on to work hard.
This is the mountain road village that was first attacked.
After the Great Warrior was defeated by me, the Marias abandoned their stronghold in the mountain village and fled back into the great forest.
It was a situation where a mouse had gone into the mouse hole, but Gloria, the leader of the knights, had no intention of letting it pass.
Even if he went into the great forest, he even received the king’s order to bring back the person who slaughtered the kingdom’s citizens.
But I had no intention of following.
Because I had other things to do.
Just as the saintess Lucia appeared warmly welcomed by the soldiers and boosted their morale and added strength.
On the contrary, I needed to give rest to the dead.
I was forced to airlift the piano and stood in the village square on a ruined mountain road.
After waiting for a while, the Dark Spirit approached.
[Even the soldiers who just moved the piano have all left. There are only you and that child in this town.]
“Yes, thank you.”
[I’ll fall too. Even if I was a black magician, I wouldn’t have a good influence.]
The black magician who disappeared as it is.
Calm down, close your eyes and calm your mind. Even though it is summer, the cool wind blows and the dark clouds naturally take their place and cover the scorching sun.
It might rain.
Thinking that, I slowly reached out and made a round curtain on Owen’s piano.
Even if it rains now, it won’t soak into the piano. There were even water bottles next to the piano, in case the boy got tired.
Owen, who took out the old-fashioned musician’s clothes he wore while touring the old city, slowly sits in front of the piano and moves his fingers.
The falling keys and the ringing notes.
Such notes are connected as one and become a performance.
A funeral song that invites the souls who died in resentment and suffering.
Late at night, like moths flocking to a light.
Hundreds of spirits heard Owen play and started flocking towards me.
Remegeton could be used to summon them much more efficiently, but that was a kind of compulsion, so I didn’t want to do that.
I did not want to take away the freedom of those who suffered an unwanted death, even after death.
Looking up at the crowd of souls, I asked.
“How was it?”
No one answered.
They just calmly waited for my back story.
“Yesterday, did you drive out the Great Warrior? Did you feel a little more at ease?”
Countless answers pouring in now.
Someone replied that it was refreshing.
Someone said they were relieved.
Someone was afraid and trembled.
Some complained of resentment along with tears.
Some lamented that it meant nothing.
Listening to everyone’s answers, I calmly nodded.
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Meanwhile, a spirit asked me.
[What was the correct answer?]
“… … .”
[Since you summoned us, you probably know the answer. What were we supposed to do?]
Among the different emotions, I smiled at the request to give me the correct answer.
“The emotions you have are all correct answers.”
[…] … .]
“I met an unfair death. Unfortunately, you have to accept that your life has ended here.”
It was sad.
It was also a cruel declaration.
But it needed to be said clearly and unequivocally.
There were quite a few spirits who believed they were alive, and most of them often became demons.
It’s not like you can only hold grudges before you die.
It was an ordinary soul, but it can become a demon through the emotions it has after death.
In particular, if so many people closed their eyes at the same time, there was also a good chance that they would become a thought body and wander like a ghost rather than a simple evil spirit.
“No more, there is no place for you on this continent.”
I firmly declared that they had their own feelings, and were divided into those who accepted it and those who did not.
[Cruel. You are cruel.]
[I didn’t do anything wrong!]
[Please help save our children! please! They are still children!]
[I will live! Why should I die! I’m not dead yet!]
I know it’s a cruel act.
that was what i had to do It was the only thing I could give them.
[Then why did you arrange this place for us?]
The spirit of an old man who seemed to be the village chief slowly approached me.
From the point where I met his eyes, I slowly turned my gaze. Starting with young villagers, children, village women, vigilantes guarding roadblocks, and dead knights dispatched.
Looking at the crowd of people, I answered softly.
“It’s for listening.”
[…] … .]
“Your story, the sadness you contained inside. Unpack it for me and go.”
I am Deus Verdi, the memorial lord.
“There must be many stories inside. You will fall asleep for a long time in the future. So that the time is not disturbed.”
A person prepared for the dead.
“Let’s sit around with me and talk. Oversleeping is acceptable.”
Slowly bow toward them and bow.
“Please, give me a chance to be your comfort.”
A slightly lengthy send-off has just begun.
* * *
Before leading the knights into the Great Forest of Marias, Captain Gloria was watching the mountain village with her childhood friend Lucia.
In the gloomy sky, it seemed that it would rain at any moment, and the piano performance was softly flowing out of the village to match.
People’s cries mixed with tears, shouts of anger, and heavy sighs of resignation.
Finally, a voice of thanks.
Gloria was experiencing complex emotions for the first time in her life at the various sounds she heard.
Is this joy, disgust, or excitement? I don’t know what it was, but it was clear that the memorial service in the village was doing something for the dead.
In front of him, Saint Lucia was praying with her eyes closed.
Not wanting to interrupt the prayer, Gloria waited for a while, and Lucia opened her eyes slowly after about 10 minutes.
She also had to go into the Great Forest of Marias, so she didn’t have much time.
At Lucia’s words after the prayer, Gloria hesitated for a while, but eventually couldn’t hold back her curiosity and asked.
“What is Deus Verdi doing in there?”
“No, I hear something terrible. Doesn’t it look like it will end in a day or two?”
That was right.
It will probably take quite a long time.
I won’t let go of not even a single soul. Because he is such a person.
And that’s why it was something Lucia could trust.
“I am comforting the dead.”
Because it’s a pseudonym.
Because it comforts the soul.
As if waiting for those words, Gloria makes a subtle expression.
“Is that really possible?”
Lucia tilted her head as she did not know that she, a knight, would ask such a question.
Even though these words don’t suit her, Gloria continues.
“After all, they are people who died unjustly. What can he, a de facto stranger, do for the victims of the massacre?”
It was not wrong.
Lucia also knew that completely releasing everything was impossible and a form of arrogance.
“That’s right, at best you can only act passively.”
Listening, empathizing, talking, debating, arguing. It will take a very long time for the dead.
“But on the other hand, he is the only one who can do that.”
At those words, Gloria was momentarily speechless. That was right.
It was the only act that even the saintess herself could not do. This was an act that only Deus Verdi could do.
“He is not comforting anyone with sweet words. I’m not trying to convince you to close your eyes anymore.”
I’ll just cry with you
Hearing that, Gloria wondered if Deius Verdi had tears.
He was cool-headed, and it seemed as if the tear glands didn’t exist at all.
“There must be our knights in there too, right?”
“… … I hope you do well.”
Gloria slowly closed her eyes, recalling the members she had been with.
I wasn’t praying to God.
I wasn’t in the mood for that, and it felt like my wishes were being sent in the wrong direction, like a letter addressed incorrectly.
The knight commander’s prayers were directed to the man who was shedding tears inside.
I feel a little more at ease.
It wasn’t simply because he was comforting even the dead members.
A deep relief settled in my heart at the thought that if I ever closed my eyes on this battlefield, he would see me off.