I Became The Academy Necromancer chapter 106

106. boy who can’t be comforted

Once Deus Verdi, the memorial spirit, began to move properly, rumors that he was in Claren, the city of artists, spread quickly throughout the kingdom.

As time passed in the big debate, it became less topical than before, but it was still a controversy itself, and since he appeared for the first time since his reinstatement at the academy, many people’s eyes were focused on Claren.

The bishops and nobles all stood up and paid attention to his actions.

In fact, what Deus Verdi did in Claren was a proposal to hold Claren’s own festival, Artist’s Day.

Someone took a chance and accused him of pretending to be an artist and acting out of his own way with narcissism and artist disease.

Someone else guessed that there might be a reason Deius hid something that appeared.

However, the person most dissatisfied with his casual identity was the woman staying at the moneylender’s office.

The main character is Dina, a monster magician belonging to Dante, a secret society of black magicians who is shouldering the heavy responsibility of saving the world.

From Dina’s point of view, the current situation was on the verge of bursting into flames.

“Bastard! You came out like this after hiding so tightly?!”

As she smashes the desk with her fist, the owner, loan shark Bolfras,’s expression contorts to the level of crying.

Volfras had always been a usury man. It’s not to the extent of ruling the Claren area, but it’s the leader of a gangster organization that’s competitive enough.

But when he fell in Dante’s eyes, his life began to change.

Clarence, where monsters originating from artists’ delusions are produced infinitely, was a good prey for Dante, and while making a base, he extorts money from loan sharks with his fisherman’s geography.

It wasn’t that the moneylenders were forcibly ripping off everything.

Dante’s side was lending their strength separately, but it was to teach them how to leave an imprint on the person borrowing money.

Thanks to this, the moneylenders were able to find the person who borrowed the money even to the end of the continent, and this was the driving force behind the 120% collection rate for Bolfras.

For reference, the reason why it is 120% is because most of the people who escaped have their organs neatly emptied.

The price of human life is more expensive than expected, so it was possible to collect more than the principal amount.

Should the money go to the debtor after paying off the debt?

Since the organs have already been sucked, what will they give you back if you return the money?

Even if you could pay for it with just the liver, it was this place where you pulled out your heart and ate it.

anyway.

Dante’s members come from time to time, so Volfras thought it was a profitable business, as he only needed to please him once in a while.

It was different this time.

After learning that a memorial service called Deus Verdi is in Claren, Dina continues to stay.

So I had to keep an eye on it every day. Especially lately, she’s been in a very bad mood.

“Ah-oh! I was forced to hide it from the members, but in the end, they all found out! I was secretly trying to taste it myself!”

Bang bang!

It unilaterally slams the desk that has already been split in half and smashes it.

“Whoa, what is this time? What did you say? What did you say you were doing?”

Her crimson eyes were intense, so she glared at him, and Volfras responded quickly.

“Go, I heard it’s a masquerade festival! Artists disguise themselves with their own creations and enjoy the festival!”

Deius’ proposal, which I thought would be far-fetched, was well received beyond my expectations.

It is a unique festival that is not found anywhere else, and artists can show off their creations without any burden.

With only a few days left, the artists were refusing to perform and trying to showcase their work that day.

“Ha, do you have any strange hobbies? Our memorial commander.”

Even after muttering like that, Dina felt puzzled.

“… … Is it really because of that?”

For the first time since the academy vacation, the man who served as a memorial service took his first steps. Did it really just come up with a good idea and show itself to an event on Artists’ Day?

“Come to think of it, he’s a black magician just like me.”

In particular, I heard that he is a necromancer with very sharp senses. A crazy talent to notice all the little souls that even ordinary black magicians can’t properly recognize.

“Then you will be able to see all the youkai in this land too?”

Dina also saw some monsters with strong power, but not all of them.

That’s why he needed that boy who would attract monsters when he played the piano.

“Heh, heh. I don’t know exactly what you’re trying to do, but I do know what you’re trying to do anyway.”

Looking out the window, Dina drew a sinister smile on her lips.

I don’t know what menu was prepared, but I thought that I might be an uninvited guest at the table set by the memorial service.

* * *

“hehehehe.”

Artist’s Day coming soon.

All of Claren’s artists were eager to show off their work and become it themselves.

Thanks to this, the performance that resonated in Claren 24/7 even stopped for a moment.

Even so, Owen continues to play the keyboard.

Since that day, private moneylenders have not come to visit, and the money made from playing has been saved.

In addition, the owner of the inn Leon was sorry to hear of Owen’s story and gave him a room at a cheap price, so he sold the house he lived with his grandfather, which was difficult to maintain, so he could afford it.

Is that why?

I really enjoyed playing the piano recently.

Again, stand at the piano in front of the central fountain. Late at night, people pass by without much interest, but Owen sits down with a neat mind.

I put the sheet music up, but I didn’t really need it. It was just put in case of an unexpected situation.

“after.”

Gently closing my eyes, I gently press the familiar keys again.

As soon as a sound pops out, other sounds begin to follow, and it soon becomes a rhyme and permeates the city.

And the pouring monsters.

I could already hear the rough breathing of the monsters around me. I knew you were waiting.

Normally, I was afraid of their bizarre appearance, so it became a habit to close my eyes and play the piano.

The words of the memorial service pass through the mind of the boy who presses the keys out of habit.

‘Soon, all youkai will disappear. Until then, do the best you can.’

“The best I can do.”

The boy continues to hit the keys. Still, he slowly opens his eyes.

My shoulders are shrunken by the bizarre monsters crowding around the piano.

They know they’re only getting close, and they’re not doing any harm to the piano or themselves.

therefore.

Owen cautiously turned his head.

The little boy catches his eye on the bizarre audience that has come to hear him play.

A monster with eyes and hands, a monster with excessively large teeth that cannot keep its mouth shut, a monster with dozens of hands, and so on.

Even just looking at them, they had a terrifying appearance, but Owen struggled to keep his mouth shut.

“I will say goodbye to you soon.”

A muttering that no one will hear, buried in the sound of the piano.

However, the monsters look at the boy as if they understand.

“The person called the memorial service said he would do something.”

What feelings do they have?

He comes to listen to his performance in order to annihilate himself.

What was the reason, why did they come looking for him while being so sad?

“ah.”

The answer was unexpectedly in their eyes. The information in your head and the sight your eyes are showing merge together to reach the truth.

In the meantime, I played countless times, and even though they came.

Even so, he was able to know the things he hadn’t known, only now that the end was approaching.

“You guys knew you were doing damage.”

Strange monsters born from the mixing and tangle of artists’ wishes and aspirations.

They weren’t born because they wanted to, but they knew that their existence was harming the dead.

they wanted to perish.

Through playing the piano, I wanted to be comforted and disappear naturally.

wished to commit suicide.

With that thought in mind, Owen felt apologetic towards these monsters that had gathered around him.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t fulfill your wish.”

Emotions are brought to the keyboard.

“I’m sorry for not being enough.”

Even now, even just a little bit.

Wouldn’t even one of them be able to see them off?

With such a wish, the boy sincerely continued to play.

Before long, the performance ended with the last key being pressed, and the monsters nodded as if consoling Owen and dispersed again.

until the very end of the end.

no one could comfort me

To the youkai who chose death for the sake of others, even that death was not properly given.

Realizing his own shortcomings, Owen takes his hands off the keyboard.

“at all… … .”

A bitter taste lingers on the tongue. In front of the piano, where there are no ghosts or even people left.

Owen vomited his candid feelings.

“I am not happy.”

The piano, which he had enjoyed all his life, was now hated.