Chapter 22: I don’t want to know.
[The girl is not dead...]
After reading the text, Erica was overcome by an incomprehensible sensation;
Having lived as a wizard and also as a distinguished instructor at the Robern Academy, she had interpreted spells of such difficulty that would make one's head spin.
She had also solved many malicious problems that seemed to emanate the author’s ill intentions. Typically, such things were filled with dense passages throughout the entire problem sheet. However, Deus' note - with just a few words - presented Erica with a sense of helplessness that she had never felt before.
It was unlike the challenging problems she would usually convince herself she could tackle, as it was a phrase that eluded her comprehension from the start.
“If she’s not dead in the first place… does that mean she's not the one who possessed Deus?"
She had thought she had caught a clue, but in the end, she was back to square one.
Even Erica understood that restoring anything more than the palm size note in her hand would be impossible, so she didn’t expect to get any more details to help her.
“Huff… Huff...”
[Hehehe.]
Amidst the sound of Professor Perr's heavy breathing, the sound of the girl's laughter reached her ears.
Furrowing her brows, she realized that the girl was actually there.
“Who are you?”
Honestly, she didn't expect to get an answer, and it was a remark blurted out with frustration more than curiosity. Like a passing breeze.
But amidst the playful laughter, whether sincere or not, a sudden reply came.
[Angel?]
* * *
"......!"
Kwaddeuk!
The neatly written letter could not withstand the rage of the dean’s grip and was crumpled miserably.
It soon turned into a ball and the dean threw it to the floor, venting his anger.
It had been three days since the necromancer died.
Once again, a response arrived from Deus.
A letter with a simple and clear answer stating that he refuses to be reinstated as a professor at the Robern Academy.
"How dare he underestimate and mock me! Deus!"
Bang!
The desk, which was harshly struck with his fist, trembled and made an uncomfortable ‘bang!’ sound.
Even among the experienced professors in this industry, Deus had been offered the best treatment, but he still rejected it.
In truth, the dean didn't mean it.
After the incident was resolved, he intended to hold Deus responsible for the current situation.
Given this situation, it couldn't simply be explained as a natural phenomenon after all.
Even if Deus had nothing to do with it, or even if he tried to protect the academy by leaving a note behind, someone had to take responsibility, and Deus seemed the most suitable candidate.
So, the dean had to somehow bring him back to the academy, who was firmly rooted in North Whedon’s Mansion like a stubborn, old tree.
How could he bring that guy back?
“Haah!”
Only two days were left until the start of the semester.
When the students returned to the academy, he could see nothing but a future where things would get even worse.
"Even calling the priests has no effect."
He had summoned priests from the nearby cathedral. However, as the dead necromancer had said, they were just worshiping every day without showing any results.
"Perhaps I should invest money and call for a saintess instead."
Unlike the priests who simply offer prayers or use mana while uttering words about the power of God, the saintess is known for using her unique ability called divine power to truly obliterate evil.
However, in order to keep her at the Robern Academy for even a day, he would have to donate about a quarter of the academy's operating budget.
"Haah!"
The dean sighed again and wiped his forehead.
At that time, Professor Karen opened the door and came in. Since the situation was so urgent, she didn't even bother knocking.
“Dean, the situation is getting serious.”
“Whoa. Has it worsened again?”
After the necromancer was brutally killed and eaten, the evil spirits got even more rampant.
In the past, it had been a rare occurrence, but now, they constantly revealed themselves, tormenting and causing suffering.
They were literally like disturbed beehives.
The good news was that no one had died… yet.
"Yesterday, all the students who fell asleep on the second floor of the dormitory are in a coma."
However, with Karen's report, the dean could barely regain his collapsing sanity.
"W-What, what did you say? All the students on the second floor of the dormitory are in a coma?"
Karen nodded heavily with a dark expression.
"There is no immediate threat to their lives, but there are no signs of them waking up."
It was vacation, so there weren't many students left, which was the only reason the chaos hadn't escalated yet.
But if such an incident were to occur again when all the enrolled students returned…?
It would be dreadful.
“And there are other incidents as well. Initially, only the central entrance on the first floor and the gymnasium were controlled. But now, there is another man with a twisted body walking around the stairs on the right side of the third floor.”
"Haah!"
He sighed, knowing that nothing would change, but he couldn't help but let it out.
Seeing the dean in agony as if his head was being squeezed, Karen spoke firmly.
"Let's go to North Whedon."
"...."
The dean slowly raised his head and made eye contact with Karen. Even though his expression clearly showed his reluctance, Karen firmly stated that there was no other way.
"Since letters won't work, let’s go and persuade him in person. Professor Deus is the only solution to the current situation."
"Ugh."
"We should leave right away. I will inform the academy's coachman.”
The dean also knew that it was the correct choice, but he really didn't want to do it.
He had just received a rejection despite promising the best treatment. It would be a relief if he didn't punch Deus in the face as soon as he saw him.
But he still didn't stop Karen, who was about to leave the door…
Creak.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Professor Karen entered the office.
“Dean, the situation is getting serious.”
A sword scar on her nose, gray hair tied in a bun, and strangely pale eyes - she had the same appearance, tone, and atmosphere as the Karen who was about to leave and inform the coachman to prepare for the journey.
"Huh?"
"...."
The dean stared at the two Karens alternately with his mouth open. Meanwhile, Karen who had arrived first tried to rush to second Karen with a clenched fist.
But Karen, who came in second, shrugged her shoulder and burst into laughter, with an unnaturally wide mouth.
“Bi*ch, you come already?”
Swoosh.
The second Keren suddenly disappeared saying that.
Seeing that Karen felt a sense of emptiness and at the same time thought that the current situation at the academy must have been properly conveyed to the dean.
She was right; The dean covered his face with both hands and murmured.
"Let's go to North Whedon."
* * *
"...."
For Deia, the past few days had been filled with inexplicable events.
And the cause was very clear; it was because of her second brother - Deus Verdi, the second son of the Verdi family.
Deia casually referred to him as the second idiot, but anyway. Lately, his actions had been so intriguing that Deia's eyes were constantly drawn to him.
In the past, just him being in her sight was something repulsive. But his recent actions were so mysterious that strangely enough, Deia was captivated by them. Especially, his actions of directly confronting the disgrace of the Verdi family, which was hidden underground, and taking responsibility on behalf of the family head and serving the victim was something she had never expected him to do.
Honestly, if the person doing all this weren’t Deus, she would have considered them someone remarkable.
"So, what is he up to now?"
Deia, who had come to North Whedon Street for patrol, asked Finden Ai, who was standing next to a streetlight, smoking a cigarette.
Even in front of her master’s younger sister - Deia - Finden Ai, without extinguishing the cigarette, confidently and leisurely blew out smoke and shrugged her shoulders as she replied.
"He said he needed something. So he came to buy it."
"What about you?"
Normally, in such cases, the maids would act, and the master would wait outside or stay at the mansion, or so she thought.
"Me? I'm just an escort. He went alone and asked me to wait patiently as I would only bring back something weird."
"...."
Well…
This unruly maid would probably suggest having a grand feast if given money to hold onto, buying alcohol and cigarettes.
Recalling Darius, who was defeated by this unruly woman, Deia could not help but click her tongue.
She shook her head to not think about that and instead asked:
“Deus… he learned dark magic, right?”
"Hmm? Didn't you know?"
Deia was taken aback by Finden Ai's casual reply, causing her legs to nearly give way.
"Technically, it's necromancy. You can tell from the fact that he used it to resolve Emily's grudge. He used the same to stop us when we crossed the mountains."
Finden Ai hurriedly put the cigarette back in her mouth.
If she didn't take advantage of this free time, she wouldn't have enough time to clear her mind due to the master, who was a non-smoking zone himself.
Deia frowned at the smell of cigarettes and asked while waving her hand before her nose.
"Why on earth did he have to learn something like that? If it's known, the family will cut ties, saying they didn't know anything about that."
"Kukuku, won't you expel him first?"
That's true too.
Deia swallowed the words she was about to say.
The recent Deus was so different from what she knew, she was confused about what she would do in those circumstances.
Finden Ai, exhaling smoke, mumbled with interest.
"Well, necromancy is quite fascinating. Do you know? If there's a stronger spirit than yourself, you could be possessed."
"Possessed...?"
"Roughly, it's when an evil spirit enters your body and takes control of it. You might even lose your memory. Kukuk, isn't it funny?"
For some reason, FInden Ai was laughing like an excited little boy, finding it amusing, but...
"Lose... memory?"
Deia felt a sensation as if puzzle pieces were floating up in her head.
‘If one is possessed by an evil spirit, they may not remember what happened during that time.’
‘And Deus… for the past six months, he has been acting as if he has suddenly become a different person.’
‘What if the reason for that… …is learning necromancy?’
“Perhaps...”
When Deus was very young, his body was taken over by a spirit.
If he had managed to regain his senses and learned necromancy to protect his own body...
Also, until six months ago, the second idiot had been saying and doing things that should never be done as a human.
What if, in reality, it was an entirely unrelated spirit?
There was some persuasiveness to it.
First of all, the fact that he would lust after his own younger sister was absolutely unacceptable from Deia’s perspective.
‘His personality has changed too much.’
A personality change that could be described only as becoming an entirely different person.
Could it be?
Is it really possible?
Once the thought was rooted in her head, it continued to spiral.
Without realizing it, Deia was chasing after fragments in her memory that could be evidence for her hypothesis.
“Oh, that woman is here again.”
While giggling, Finden Ai pointed to a woman with her chin.
Deia, who had been lost in a sea of thoughts, slowly stopped thinking and checked who she was talking about.
She saw a beautiful woman with a very glamorous appearance clinging to Deus. She was the woman that Deus often visited.
"Deus! Where have you been all this time! I really missed you! That maid didn't tell me that you were coming!"
"...."
"Why aren't you saying anything? I missed you so much. There's no one as good as you. I'll give you some special service today! Shall we go right away?"
Deus closed his mouth dumbfoundedly and looked at her.
At that moment, Finden Ai chuckled and whispered to Deia.
"That woman said they were licking each other's a*sholes last time-"
“-Oh, please!”
Deia didn't want to know about the second as*hole’s s*x life.
--- End of The Chapter --
