I Became The Academy Necromancer chapter 123

123. Fake

“Can I have a minute?”

“Whoa! Professor Erica!”

Professor Pere Petra is surprised to see Erica Bright enter her lab.

She greets Erica, wielding the prosthetic arm she has been fiddling with since a while ago.

“Hello! Joe, good morning!”

“Yes, I see. Excuse me, can I speak to Professor Dayus for a moment?”

At Erica’s gentle request, Professor Per immediately leaves with her pink hair flying.

“How can you hear a rocking sound when a person runs instead of footsteps?”

Ai Finden, who was making tea next to me, sticks out her tongue as she sees Professor Per’s ferocious chest.

As she glared at her with annoyance, Finden Ai shrugged her shoulders and took her tobacco from her bosom and put it in her mouth.

“I went to smoke one.”

She thought she quit smoking, but she started smoking again soon. Did she not like it when I saw that she had the tobacco I gave her but she didn’t bother to smoke it?

“I-I will go too.”

Owen, who has been helping Professor Per, also goes outside, making a fuss with her. Ever since she found out that Erica was my fiancée, she seemed to have developed an obsession not to interfere with our time together.

“What happened?”

I didn’t have a lecture today, so I wasn’t very busy because I was thinking of doing research with Dark Spirit Love through the research equipment I ordered before.

The urgency that flowed from Erica’s expression when she came to see me enveloped me.

“Arya is truant from class.”

“… ….”

At those words, my brow furrowed involuntarily.

Is Arya absent?

The student knows that I like being her student, so she is trying to remain a student as much as possible.

That’s the only reason I stay at the academy with nothing to learn.

“It didn’t come to my lecture, so I checked it because something was wrong. I haven’t been to any classes since your last one on Monday.”

A normal student would just say that if he said he didn’t attend class.

Because there are surprisingly many students who skip school, just want to play, or sleep late.

Anyway, since it is a dormitory life and students choose and listen to lectures on their own, accidents happen with high autonomy.

But there’s no way Arya wouldn’t come out with such a trivial impulse.

“I must go.”

She thought she should go to the dormitory.

“I’m going too. Since it is a female dormitory, a female professor will have to accompany you.”

Erica offered to accompany her as if she had waited, and we headed for the girls’ dormitory.

Even though it was 10:00 a.M., There were still many students in the dormitory.

Anyway, since each student’s lecture time is different, there are students who don’t listen to lectures in the morning and drive them to the afternoon, or make a day off.

The female students didn’t seem very happy when I, a male professor, went inside, but since Erica was clinging to her, she just said hello and passed by.

“It wouldn’t have been possible without me, right?”

“Yes, I see.”

Without Erica, she would have been blocked several times before reaching Arya’s door, taking up quite a bit of time.

Smart.

“Aria? Are you inside?”

Erika knocked and asked. But there was no answer from inside, so I glanced at the dark mage next to me.

The Dark Spirit showed off his ghostly identity and quietly poked his head inside the door.

And.

[De, De, Deus?! What kind of situation is this…….]

A dark mage calling loudly. I immediately put on my mana and forcibly squeezed the doorknob and entered.

There was Arya, floating in the air, cross-legged.

The posture of fortune-telling that often appears in Moorim novels. Throughout the room, Mana was swinging violently like her whip, refusing our approach.

“What is this?”

Erika was looking at me as if she was looking for an answer, but I also couldn’t help but wonder what Arya was doing this with.

Watching the mana start leaking out of her door, she thought she had to stop.

Did they feel our presence?

Arya deliberately begins to slowly retrieve her mana back into herself, and soon after, she completely calms down and slowly descends to her floor.

“Professor?”

Arya opened her eyes and tilted her head as she looked at me. She didn’t even look at Erica next to her.

“What are you doing here?”

Aria with an expression that really doesn’t know. He didn’t lie to me, so he didn’t seem to know what the problem was.

She said, “I heard that she has not been to class for the second day now.”

“Yes?!”

Surprised, Aria asks Erica for real with her wide eyes. Exhaling her sigh, Erica nodded her head.

“Yes, your grades are in trouble.”

Erica, who thought it was no big deal, said it lightly, and Aria scratched her head while talking to herself.

“Has it been that long? I think it’s only been about 30 minutes.”

“Haa, Aria. What the hell were you doing?”

What the hell did she do to make two days feel like 30 minutes, and what was the flow of mana that hit her all over the place.

I needed an explanation.

“Oh, that. I think something is wrong with my body. I’ve had frequent headaches lately, so I tried to purify the mana inside and the wastes in my body.”

Is that even possible?

I really thought I could do something similar to Moorim’s Ungijosik. I remember that there was no skill like that in the game, just resting.

“I’m sorry. I’ll go straight to the lecture now.”

Aria, after arranging her disheveled hair, grabs her notebook and leaves immediately while looking at me.

I guess it wasn’t a big deal after all, Erica and I wait for Arya outside her door.

The moment Arya, who had roughly packed her things, came out the door and passed us.

Thick flesh came out and stabbed towards Erica. In an instant, the right hand mixed with speculation aimed precisely at my neck.

Quang!

“Keuk!”

[My, I saved it!]

If the Dark Spirit hadn’t used mana to push me, I would have been the same as Erica, who had her neck grabbed and pinned to the wall.

As Aria tried to subdue me and Erica at the same time, a heavy breathing sound came out of her mouth.

Arya glared at me with her fighting spirit and hostility while suppressing the struggling Erika.

“Who are you?”

“What are you talking about?”

I started looking for a way to save Erica while frowning at the sudden question.

A situation where Erika’s neck could be broken by Aria’s hand if she made a mistake.

It was a sudden situation, but it was dangerous to panic or get excited here, so I asked because I was calm.

Aria’s words were enough to confuse me.

“Professor, where have you been! How dare you disguise yourself as a professor in front of me? Do you think there is only one life?”

“Calm down, Arya. I don’t know what you’re talking about, but it’s me. Deius Verdi.”

I make blue flames burn in the palm of my hand. Necromancer’s Flame.

I hoped that this flame, which only a necromancer could create, would act as proof that I was me.

Arya gritted her teeth as she let out her disgusting sneer.

“Seeing that he is a warlock, is that Dante? Are you here for revenge? I warned you, if you touch the professor, I’ll kill everyone.”

It was almost dizzy even standing in the heavy life of the regressor that was wrapped around the entire hallway.

“Calm down. According to common sense, how could Dante’s warlock infiltrate the academy?”

“I don’t know. But you did it now.”

Aria’s hands are getting stronger. The more that happened, the more Erica struggled.

Erica’s palm is placed in front of Arya’s as she pretends to struggle.

Pouring golden light.

Arya’s body floated and flew through another door behind her, in addition to breaking her window and being pushed out.

It is not simple light magic, but suppressive magic mixed with spirits.

“Heo Eok! Huh!”

Erica is holding her own neck and holding her breath, I pat her on the shoulder once and say good job and immediately run after Aria.

Similarly, it climbs out of the window and lands simply by covering her body with mana.

Even though Erica’s magic was rightly beaten, Arya’s vision was blurred for a moment, but she quickly regained her senses.

“Aria, you’re a little out of your mind.”

At my words, Arya gritted her teeth and replied with still hostility.

“I told you not to pretend to be a professor.”

“Hu, I am the real Deus. The Kim Shin-woo you know.”

With this body, I didn’t really like to say my original name, but I needed to give Aria her trust.

She suddenly thought of me as someone else.

“Yeah, I’ll admit they look similar. I don’t know how you know the professor’s real name, but you are definitely fake.”

I can feel the shock spreading through my head. It occurred to me that I had seen something exactly like Arya’s reaction somewhere.

Slight trouble.

To my amazement, her head spat out the answer to me with unprecedented speed.

“No way… ….”

Chiiik!

Arya’s left foot slides on the ground and her stride widens. Since she doesn’t have a sword, she stances as if she intends to deal with me through martial arts.

“Did you know that the play you did cost you your life?”

“Aria.”

“Shut up, I know they look similar. You are not a professor.”

“Listen to me from now on.”

Why did she change like this?

I’m not sure yet, but it was almost identical to the symptoms I knew.

This isn’t knowledge gained from games, nor is it common knowledge learned from this continent.

Knowledge of the Earth.

Was it a simple common sense book I read before?

Or did you see it on a TV show?

Or did I just accidentally remember something someone told me?

Anyway.

“You are now suspected of having symptoms similar to Capgras Syndrome.”

Capgras Syndrome.

The symptom of believing that a person you are close to has changed into a “Different” Person who looks exactly the same.

They look at their family and believe that someone other than their real family is in disguise, and in extreme cases they even see themselves in the mirror as a stranger.

“You said I was sick?”

I take a deep breath and carefully continue my words to Aria, who looks at me with her doubtful eyes.

“It’s okay, stay calm and take a deep breath. I will help.”

It’s not yet clear for what reason, but Arya is suffering from Capgras Syndrome.

So I tried to calm myself as much as possible.

“After.”

Arya raised the corners of her mouth and clenched her fists tightly.

“You really do talk like a professor.”