I Became The Academy Necromancer chapter 101

101. pianist boy

Doo doo doo!

Numerous monsters chasing after the carriage.

However, people around them were not aware of whether or not they were strong enough to have substance.

Right away, Findenai was also humming along and enjoying the tobacco, and Illuania, who was driving the carriage, was not particularly impatient.

The problem was why they were running so wildly.

[Shall we respond?]

“wait.”

Although it looked very ugly from the outside, it didn’t feel particularly threatening.

Because I didn’t even feel light living right away. I was curious about what their purpose was, so I tried to watch it.

“Ooh, noisy.”

As Finden Ai gets annoyed by clearing his ears, he realizes the piano sound he has been missing because of the monsters.

“Wow, is that good?”

Contrary to Findenai, Illuania was so engrossed in playing the piano that she hummed while driving the carriage.

And soon I realized that the monsters that had caught up with the carriage were passing us.

[We weren’t the target, were we?]

“… … All the monsters seem to have the same destination. Follow them.”

[Nope… … .]

The dark mage grumbled, but at first obeyed my words and went out of the carriage to follow the monsters.

The piano performance seemed to be coming from the center of the city and grew louder as we approached.

“Didn’t I say it was a city of artists? It’s not a place for me at all.”

Pinden Eye is annoying and irritable. Illuania said it was good and criticized me for doing it, but honestly I agreed with Finden Eye.

Because I wasn’t that interested in art.

From a long time ago, I hated arts such as music and art in general. As I said before, there were strangely many ghosts involved in that field.

I got tired of not being able to stop paying attention naturally.

anyway.

The place we arrived at was an inn with a rather dignified feel.

On the signboard, ‘Leon’ was written in elegant cursive, and the building itself was quite old, but it still remained solid.

The foundation work seemed very solid.

“It really is a place that demons would love.”

Being strong without worrying about collapsing and being old were the most desirable conditions for a nest for evil spirits.

In fact, screams were already echoing in the inn.

“Owner. They say they don’t do business here?”

Findenai, still dressed as a nun, knocks on the poster on the door of the inn.

I passed her, grabbed the inn door, and pushed it forward.

A door that opens softly.

What I felt inside was not old dust, but the unique scent of a neatly organized inn.

A place that wouldn’t be strange to do business right now.

The innkeeper’s earnestness was evident from the clean management and ready-to-go operation.

“I wrote that it was not open for business… … !”

A middle-aged woman sitting at a counter reading a newspaper gets up nervously when she hears the door open.

But the words couldn’t continue. Knowing that I am not an ordinary customer through my long business skills and discernment.

“who are you?”

I take out a piece of paper from my bosom at her awkwardly tilting her eyes.

“Sheripod Philen, is that right?”

“Yes, yes! I am Sheriford Philen.”

While embarrassed that I know his name, he opens his eyes and checks the document he took out.

Then, this time, in the opposite direction, the pupils gradually widened. It must be a paper quite familiar to her.

The traces of tears on her face, no matter how hard she tried to write, the ink remained thick and the letters were mangled.

It was a petition sent by Sheriford Philen to the royal family and the church to solve the strange incident that occurred in his hotel.

“It is Deius Verdi, the memorial spirit. I’m here to solve the anomaly that happened in this hotel.”

The moment she heard that, Sheriford covered her mouth and immediately burst into tears.

He didn’t stop there, and immediately knelt down and put his head on the floor.

“Ah, ah! at las! You are here! Finally!”

A pretty wild welcome.

It was a part that showed how much she was suffering from psychic phenomena.

However, as if she had remembered something, she was terrified and suddenly lifted her head.

“Yeah, but I actually called several priests to resolve the situation.”

“… … .”

“Everything, I had to donate under the name of travel expenses at the time, so now I don’t have any money left.”

If I’m in a hurry to turn around, I spit out words.

“I will arrange it soon! If you just get the hotel back on track, I’ll start working right away and somehow… … !”

“Not required.”

“… … yes?”

I don’t know what you’re talking about, but this was a reaction that reflected the times.

It was a natural time for the king’s envoys and some kind of public servants who came for the citizens to take back money.

A representative example was that the guards guarding the gate immediately settled down as a kind of culture to receive back money from the merchants.

But I wasn’t acting for that.

Of course, changing the perception of a black magician is additional, and since I was a necromancer in the first place, it is important to deal with as many demons as possible.

Especially in the fight against Dante, he couldn’t show himself being pushed back by the opposing necromancers.

Of course, even if there is Remegeton, there are situations that you don’t know about.

“I have no intention of asking for anything monetary. I’m just here to help.”

I turn my head slightly and look at Finden Eye.

Seriously, she had her hands on her waist and her legs resting on each other.

“While I address the situation, the nun, take a list of priests who have been referred to this woman.”

“… … aha?”

Findenai, who rolled her head to understand my meaning for a moment, smiles and puts her hands together and pretends to pray.

“According to God’s will, you’re thinking of getting rid of everything.”

“… … It is necessary to check the way the woman received it, whether the donation was used, and the possibility that it was stolen by an individual.”

“I will tell you that the reason for putting your hands together is not just to pray.”

Findenai swings like a mace with both hands together. His voice and expression were soft, but his words and actions were completely opposite.

“Just do your research. Do you intend to delegate the work to the saintess?”

I don’t ask Finden-I that much for nothing. It was enough to apply pressure along with investigation.

Finden I shrugged his shoulders, saying he was sorry.

Sheriford, who was staring blankly at me, had an expression that still did not know what the situation was.

It didn’t matter.

“According to what was written in the petition, I understand that human cries can be heard in each room.”

“No, that’s right!”

“Okay, let’s fix it. Take the key and follow me.”

I said calmly and headed straight to the room.

* * *

Extermination of the evil spirits staying in Leon was extremely easy.

There was no need to use Remegeton, and since it was just a matter of giving rest to the weeping dead, there was no need to inflict pain.

There was only one annoying part.

That the ghosts were all terrified.

I was afraid to go outside even though it was not a separate Jibakryeong, so I had a strong feeling that I was stuck in this hotel.

‘Is it because of the monsters outside?’

As a reward for solving Leon’s problems, the hostess begged to use the room to her heart’s content during her stay in the city, so she decided to stay here.

I didn’t even reserve a hotel, so I was grateful for the favor.

The smile did not disappear from the lips of the headmistress, who was excited about opening the business even tomorrow.

Looking out the window, it’s late at night.

It’s still too early to go to sleep, so I go for a walk outside.

Findenai went to the church in the city with Illuania, but he hasn’t returned yet, as if he’s causing quite a stir there.

Well, you’ll do fine.

Illuania would cover Finda’s outgoing tendencies well, and Finda’s acting as a nun was quite excellent.

“hmm.”

The city of artists, the city of Claren, fits perfectly, and the street had a variety of charms.

Simple flower gardens are also decorated quite artistically, and large and small paintings are drawn on each road passing by.

In the darkened streets, lanterns are deliberately lit to create a subtle taste.

It was a perfectly satisfying place to walk, but what mattered was the sound of music from all over the city.

The sound of the piano playing again reminds me of the forgotten Dark Spirit.

I sent a dark sage to chase after the swarming monsters, but seeing that they still haven’t returned, what happened?

As my thoughts deepened, I unknowingly moved as if guided by the sound of the performance.

The music was playing on an old piano in front of a huge fountain in the center of the city.

In other cities, you might hear it called noise, but Claren was a little different.

All the tourists who came were sitting on the seats in front of the fountain and enjoying the performance of the musicians.

Of course, it wasn’t so crowded that the place was crowded.

It’s moderately wide, so it’s good enough to listen to while passing by.

The outstanding performer was surprisingly a small boy.

If I had to ask, she was the same age as Aria. He was playing the piano quite enthusiastically, but his expression was not very bright.

Besides, one more thing stands out.

“hmm.”

A grotesque audience surrounds the boy.

A crowd of youkai stood in a circle around the boy who was playing.

The performance gradually reached the climax, and the monsters are silent, so let’s just watch it.

The boy’s face gradually turns pale.

I was only focusing on the sheet music and the keyboard, but I even felt the obsession to deliberately avoid looking at the other side.

[what? Are you here?]

Then a familiar voice came from the crowd. The Dark Spirit, who was watching the performance, naturally approached me.

“What were you doing?”

[Joe, I was investigating.]

“… … .”

No matter how you look at it, it looks as if they were playing, so when I looked at it for a while, the dark mage hurriedly changed her words.

[Look at that rather than that. I think that kid is collecting all the monsters in this city.]

“Yes, it seems so.”

[Besides, I’m not sure. I think… … .]

The Dark Spirit hesitated for a moment, then pointed carefully to my eyes and said.

[That child seems to have eyes similar to yours.]

in short.

“Can you see the dead?”

At my words, the Dark Spirit nodded greatly.

[that’s right.]

I look at the boy slowly.

Sweating in a cold sweat, and busy with a pale face, the pianist who was pounding the keys became slightly interested.