I Became The Academy Necromancer chapter 119

119. The Artist

After summer vacation at Robern Academy is over, it is time for students to return.

In the beginning of this year, there was a lot of talk and a lot of trouble, but the academy has found a period of stability again.

In addition, as the good deeds of the memorial service began to be known, the interest in the Robern Academy, where he is currently working, became more intense.

Even because it became the only place in the Griffin Kingdom where one could learn about black magic, famous wizards were flooded with requests to come and listen to Deus’ lectures under the pretext of a special lecture.

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Now, special lectures by many heavyweights are being held, led by the rice cake called the memorial service.

Parents did not hesitate to support the academy after hearing the splendid lineup, and the expectations of the students only grew.

And the chubby dean’s belly was swelling even more.

“Heh heh heh! Deus Verdi is the best!”

The dean giggled as he could if he had bowed in the direction of Northweddon.

The lecture is only held three days a week, but even the largest auditorium has been prepared for it.

Beyond the students, the numerous wizards who came to give lectures will pay attention and try to listen to the lecture.

“Whoops.”

In addition, he prepared the things he requested at the time of the contract. Under the authority of the dean, he obtained the right to read the Millennium Library’s Index of Prohibited Books, and created a separate application form for research equipment.

I wonder if he will be satisfied with these gifts.

I want to see Deius right away, so the dean smirked and looked out the window and put his hands behind his back.

It’s rattled.

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Now, without even knocking, Keren, the health professor, walks in and says with candy in his mouth.

“Dean, Professor Dayus says he’s coming a little late.”

“What!?”

It was the dean who made a fuss and opened his eyes wide.

* * *

Students gathered in front of a huge bulletin board.

Everyone’s attention was focused on a notice that was relatively small compared to the size of the bulletin board.

“Meetoryeong, are you coming late?”

“Oh, I was expecting that.”

“I heard you solved the Scolia serial murder case that remained unsolved? I want to hear a little bit about it.”

“I was going to write a thesis about the bizarre case that spread the body in the north, south, east and west, and I was going to open it up a bit.”

“No, but did you really say it was all done by ghosts? To be honest, I didn’t really believe that.”

“Since we went through it this year, everyone thinks that ghosts are really influential.”

Because they hate warlocks and are ignorant of evil spirits, everyone talks about them.

But I still wanted to listen to Deus Verdi’s lecture.

This first semester left me like a trauma.

Everybody desperately thought that in order to protect themselves in the academy where evil spirits reigned, they needed to learn from the spirits.

In the meantime, the arrival of the memorial service was delayed and the lecture was delayed, so everyone couldn’t help but be concerned.

“You’re not coming, are you?”

“Ah, but the lecture schedule and schedule are all set.”

“But he belongs to the royal family, so it’s amazing that he also holds a professorship.”

In the middle of the conversation, Eleanor subtly twists her body and escapes from her group.

‘Sheesh.’

Originally, she had planned to come to the academy with Deius, but she had no choice but to come first because his maid had disappeared for a while and she was waiting for it.

Even if she said that she would wait together, if she was a student, she was told to behave like a student, and so on.

‘But he’s really late!’

She was very upset, but she couldn’t help it. She’s caring and she’s got to put up with herself!

She went back to the classroom and Eleanor rushed back to where she had been sitting since the first semester, and then she took out her notebook and pen.

Others see Eleanor like that and exclaim in admiration that the princess has been preparing for her lessons since the first day of class.

In fact, Eleanor was just scribbling with her pen, her tongue sticking out.

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Not only did she enjoy drawing, but she even got permission from the people she wanted to draw.

Eleanor was drawing Kim Shin-woo wearing the clothes of the kingdom of griffins.

She said, ‘A formal outfit like a noble would suit me, but rather than that, wearing a casual robe like a wizard would be more appropriate.’

She drew Shinwoo Kim several times, she was Eleanor, so she was changing her clothes while drawing clothes that suited him.

I’m not sure if Deus would like that, but she was allowed to draw anyway.

With the heart of shopping today, Eleanor was thinking of drawing Kim Shin-woo and matching clothes for him.

“What do you draw?”

“Wow!”

Eleanor, startled by the ghostly voice behind her, covers the painting with her hands.

Her long black hair falls on Eleanor’s shoulder, and the owner, Aria Rias, glares at her Eleanor with an eerie expression.

“You didn’t draw me again, did you?”

“Oh no!”

The two of them rode the same carriage to Robern Academy because they were together in North Sweden.

Even in her carriage, Eleanor drew pictures of her, and she was told by Arya what she was drawing.

She did not miss Kim Shin-woo.

Because Eleanor had no intention of showing Kim Shin-woo’s face to anyone.

What Eleanor was drawing was Arya.

And that’s wearing a magical girl’s fancy and flamboyant outfit.

Seeing that, Arya rolled her eyes and tore all her pictures apart, but anyway.

“You didn’t dress me in strange clothes again, did you?”

“No! And those are the clothes the professor told me about!”

Since Eleanor was obsessed with magical girls, Aria’s eyes widened when she shouted out loud.

“The clothes the professor told me about? Could it be that magical girl back then?”

“Yes! He told me directly!”

Arya’s head, convinced that it was not a lie from Eleanor’s expression, tilted her head.

“Do you like it?”

“…… Maybe?”

“Umm, then show me.”

“Because you ripped it all up and it’s gone!”

“You can draw it again.”

Aria naturally sat next to Eleanor. Three peeks and Eleanor’s notebook goes to the next page as she covers the picture of Kim Shin-woo.

Eleanor put a pen on top of her pure white notebook and said.

“Then you model again this time. I’ll draw it when I’m in the posture I’m talking about.”

“…… Is that so? You just need to draw clothes.”

“I hate it! This is my stubbornness as an artist!”

“What kind of artist is a princess?”

Aria sighs, saying she is dumbfounded, but ponders for a moment. Her flashy clothes are quite embarrassing, but she doesn’t really wear them anyway.

Because there is a possibility of seeing at least a fragment of Deius’ taste, such as iron walls.

“Okay, okay.”

“Okay! Then, I’ll draw it right now, so try putting your chin on her chin.”

She didn’t expect it to start right away, but Arya catches her swaying stance.

Looking at her blackboard with her right hand resting on her chin. She was a little unnatural, but Eleanor didn’t mind at all.

Swipe swipe.

Elenoa draws hard. Her pen moves quite quickly, perhaps because she intends to finish the lecture before it begins.

“Didn’t the professor tell you anything else?”

Aria asks as if asking. Of course, Eleanor did not fall for that trick.

Her conversations with Deus Verdi and her knowledge were like a treasure chest to her.

“Be quiet.”

“If you tell me one more thing, I will be quiet.”

“… ….”

Eleanor, who glared at Aria in a new light, sighed and replied.

“Isn’t there a magical girl?”

“Yes.”

“I heard that people who like that kind of stuff are called ‘otaku’.”

“Otaku?”

Aria frowned for a moment, feeling that something was not going well, but Eleanor seemed to be the exact opposite.

“Something just happened. Besides, the original meaning is just a person who is strongly absorbed in something.”

“Really?”

Eleanor grinned, blowing her nose.

“Yes! So I decided to be an otaku! Because I quite like being a magical girl.”

“Something doesn’t seem right.”

Aria muttered as she rubbed her chin and scratched her cheek with her hand. In response, Eleanor pouted her lips.

“What is it? I mean, I finally figured it out because I was begging for more information about magical girls.”

“Yes…… I bet the professor didn’t tell you anything strange.”

But didn’t she just say something to keep the annoying Eleanor away?

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No matter how much Aria listened to it, the pronunciation of otaku did not make her feel good.

“Huh, voila.”

Eleanor flips through her notebook to show that she has finished drawing.

There was Aria, a magical girl who was lost in her thoughts while holding her chin.

A fancy dress and a magic wand on a desk.

And below is Eleanor’s signature.

– By. Otaku Eleanor Luden Griffin

“Don’t you think it would be nice to use it as a little arc? Otaku Eleanor! Do you have a good sense of language? Feeling like a virtuoso?”

“…… I do not know.”

She was Aria, who later decided to go to the professor and ask if she was really a title that a country’s princess could wear so openly.