I Became The Academy Necromancer chapter 105

105. comforting pianist

Owen’s grandfather.

Auster Baltani.

We left Owen, who had fallen asleep in Illuania’s arms, probably tired, and the place we found late at night was in front of his grave.

Rather, the number of souls in Claren Cemetery was small. Not only because most of them are at rest, but also because all the demons have fled because of the monsters that now roam the city.

in front of the tomb where he sleeps.

A soft light spreads from the black jewel he was holding, offering a brief morning to the artist who has lived his entire life with the piano.

The image of a man with a white beard and messy hair came to mind, and he slowly opened his eyes.

[here is?]

“It is a cemetery, Oster Baltani. I am Deus Verdi, the necromancer who woke you up.”

He won’t know the name of the memorial anyway, so when I introduce myself briefly, Oster takes a quick look at himself.

[Did I not reach the land of abundance prepared by the goddess Demeter?]

Were you a believer in the goddess Demeter?

After death, they believed that they could live to their fullest in the land of plenty prepared by the goddess Demeter.

I have no intention of telling him the truth about the afterlife.

I asked right away because I didn’t want to disturb the rest of the dead or expose the cruel reality.

“Owen Baltani. I have a question about the abilities the boy has.”

[Owen… … .]

With a pitiful look on his face, Auster thinks of his poor grandson.

[What a pitiful child. I lost my parents since I was young, and I took care of raising him, but at best I was the only one who knew how to play the piano, so that was the only thing I could teach him.]

“He is still following you.”

[Poor fellow.]

There was a wrinkled, heavy sadness on his face.

“I heard that you comforted and saw off the monsters here in Claren.”

[If you are a black magician, do you know that?]

Oster had no intention of hiding it. He wasn’t very happy with me as a black magician, but he continued talking for now.

“Owen wants you to follow what you have been doing. The boy feels pity for the monsters here and is obliged to see them off.”

[…] … .]

“It is also necessary. As the monsters in Claren overflow, the spirits are afraid, and because of that, they become evil spirits and harm the humans in the city.”

Looking at it this way, I thought that the city of Claren owed quite a lot to the old man in front of me.

The old man thought differently.

He felt this was a burden.

[What does that have to do with Owen?]

“… … .”

[The reason I consoled the youkai in this city was because they were pitiful and simply because they could.]

Oster looks at his palm. The rough, rough palms were hard to see as those of a pianist.

“But I don’t want Owen to shoulder the burden. I feel sorry for the youkai, but I don’t want my grandson to shoulder this burden.]

“… … .”

[Do you know why there are so many monsters in this city?]

Auster pours out as if pouring out.

[It is because of the artists gathered in the city. It can be said to be a kind of excrement created from their imaginations and desires.]

I said it when I made the mac that ate Princess Eleanor’s dreams.

Yokai and thought forms are beings created by someone’s wishes and desires piled up.

The desires and desires of numerous artists in Claren were mixed, and a number of monsters with overly bizarre shapes were pouring out.

[Unless this city disappears, or the artists leave. They will continue to multiply and appear.]

“I guess so.”

After agreeing without difficulty, Oster gritted his teeth and clenched his fists in reply.

[I hope Owen gets out of this bondage. I hope you don’t waste the rest of your life buried in the excrement of other artists.]

It was indeed a guardian-like choice.

A boy didn’t have to pour out his whole life for this city.

I get that, but he hasn’t answered my question yet.

“What exactly is Owen’s ability?”

[…] … .]

“Every time he plays, youkai come to visit him. As long as you don’t know exactly about that ability, Owen will eventually be followed by youkai for the rest of his life.”

Oster let out a heavy sigh. He seemed to think I had other intentions.

[It’s not the kind of talent you want as a warlock. Inherited from me, that is simply my talent as a pianist.]

“… … .”

[That kid is a genius. piano genius. If there is a god of art, you can say that he dwells in that child.]

There was sincerity in Oster’s voice. Indeed, he was praising the child’s talent.

[A talent that would surpass me in an instant! That’s Owen! I swear that it is a loss to dispose of the scraps of other artists in a place like this!]

“Answer me correctly. What abilities are you and Owen hiding?”

If it’s a flaw that you can only see it while playing the piano, it’s a flaw.

Being able to see youkai and ghosts is not an ordinary ability. Even necromancers can’t see it unless it’s a powerful evil spirit.

It was the same as the eyes I had, so to speak, it was no different from seeing a new world.

But Auster gave an unexpected answer to my question.

[sh*t! I don’t know either!]

As if pouring out a secret, Oster clenches his fist and swings it in the air.

[Suddenly one day! they were seen! Suddenly, comforted by my playing, they disappeared! I just did it because I could!]

“… … .”

[I’d rather ask! Why on earth did they make me oblige because it seemed to me! Now I put shackles on my grandson’s ankles!]

“Yes, I understand.”

I couldn’t detect any lies from the way he shouted. Seriously, Auster felt unjust, saying he didn’t know why he had such powers.

“I’m sorry for disturbing your rest.”

I tried to put him to sleep again, but Oster is in a hurry and reaches out his hand.

It passed me through, but was enough to stop me in action.

[Wait a minute! If you’re really sorry for disturbing me, please do me one favor!]

“… … .”

[Eh, the request of the dead! please! I won’t ask for anything strange!]

“I have no intention of listening to anything unreasonable.”

First of all, I thought I’d listen to it because it disturbed his rest. If it’s not difficult, maybe you can listen.

[It won’t be that difficult! It doesn’t take long!]

Oster put the request full of earnestness into his mouth, and after hearing it all, I nodded my head in reply that it was not too difficult.

* * *

Claren’s City Hall was bustling with people every day.

The only place to blame artists without money is their ability and the environment that made them this way.

However, even if they died soon, Claren’s artists, who could not admit that they had no talent, always came to City Hall and bullied the staff.

“No, why not me!”

“Are you going to handle things this way?!”

“Most of the city is artists! Does it make sense that this is the only treatment towards us in a city that lives off tourism!”

In words, they raise their value infinitely, the mayor is stupid, and shouts that the whole city will be ruined if the artists are not caught.

In particular, when you see them shouting out to take care of the welfare of artists in time for the upcoming Artists’ Day, they know that they are some kind of zealots.

“ha.”

The receptionist feels his head pounding and hurting. I have to quit my job. Every year on Artist’s Day, these things pop up like there’s a seizure button somewhere.

It is true that Claren became a tourist city thanks to the hard work of the artists, but there are too many of them now.

In fact, it was the position of City Hall and the mayor that it would be desirable to reduce it a little.

Of course, the moment I say this, it’s obvious that I’ll stand up for suppressing the freedom of art.

Of course, not all artists are like that. In fact, the number of artists who acted truthfully in this way was less than 10% of the city as a whole.

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Just a loud voice

“Look at this! this! The place where my picture is located is registered as a tourist attraction, so why is there nothing falling on me!”

“It’s a place where a lot of people used to go. Rather, you have to pay a fine for graffiti on a landmark.”

“Kuhm! What are you talking about! Because of me, more people are looking for it!”

I was so used to being forced to do so, so I was responding in a businesslike way.

rattle.

The front door of the city hall opened and a man stepped inside.

A man who suppresses people who were complaining just by being present.

The suit she was wearing was luxurious, and the beauty of the woman wearing a maid’s uniform standing next to her was also outstanding.

It was a flaw that the outfit was a little too revealing.

Claren’s artists, who are roughly picked up and all dressed up, starving, look at them with open mouths and envy, while whispering behind them.

“nobility? Are you a noble?”

“I’m sure the aristocrat came on tour.”

“Look at the clothes of the woman next to you. It will be fun every night.”

Instantly, the woman’s eyes fell on the whispering artists, and they couldn’t help but shut their mouths, terrified to live.

The man exuding that he was a precious being went to the receptionist and asked.

“Where is the market?”

“uh? yes? Poetry, the mayor?”

From the first look at the market, I am sure that he is a person who cannot be treated carelessly.

“You are in the office right now. So, if you tell me your name, I will deliver it to the mayor.”

The receptionist naturally asked to know the man’s identity, and he answered without hesitation.

“Deius Verdi.”

“Ah, Deius Be… … le… d?”

The receptionist who wrote his name slowly raised his head. Eye contact with Deius, she stands up from her chair and exclaims.

“Up, up, spirit commander!”

There were still many people who did not acknowledge the memorial service.

This is the City Hall of a city in the territory of the Griffin Kingdom.

Orpheus, the king’s majesty, personally placed the memorial service on the same line as the saintess, and the saintess also acknowledged it.

In fact, a situation where a nobleman who is ranked among the five fingers in the country came.

The receptionist suddenly had the illusion that light was emanating from behind Deius.

My lips trembled, and my hands couldn’t move properly.

Originally, I would have been embarrassed and couldn’t speak properly, but on the contrary, Deus’ gaze kept poking me.

The receptionist barely came to his senses and answered.

“I’ll call the mayor right away!”