I Became The Academy Necromancer chapter 128

128. Time to Give Back

“What?”

Maybe it was because of my confident answer. Arya was rather embarrassed.

Before she even reacted properly, I proposed to her.

“Then, let’s find out where the real Deus is, together with me.”

“…… Shall we go find the professor?”

“Yes, if you go up to the roof and look down at the academy, wouldn’t you be able to find Deius?”

As if Arya was confused by my words, she started following me in a pushy atmosphere.

Even so, it was cool to hold mana as if it were ready to pierce my body at any time, so it approached me.

Once I and Aria arrived on the roof of the dormitory. It was thanks to the other party that I controlled it so that no one else was in the middle.

“If you look down at the academy, you will see something.”

At my words, Arya slowly approaches the railing, she pauses and glares at me.

“Why is the face similar to the professor’s but the way he speaks is different?”

It’s like her reaction when she sees her beloved character ruined.

Aria didn’t seem to like my way of speaking, and because of that, I let out a subtle laugh.

“Because you don’t see me as a Deus.”

I hated talking like Kim Shin-woo in the body of Deius.

I wanted Kim Shin-woo and Dayus to be different people.

That’s why I deliberately changed my tone to a unique style that wasn’t similar in the slightest, and I didn’t bother to tell my story unless it was really necessary.

“I am someone other than Deius.”

“…… Yes.”

Is it because he thinks he is being manipulated by something? Arya agrees, frowning slightly.

“So just take it easy. I’m just someone you don’t know.”

“… ….”

A confused Arya looks at her suspiciously, but I slowly reach out and point to her playground overlooking it.

There were first-year students who were training in preparation for the upcoming practical training.

Among them, Eleanor stood out by far, and the original supporting characters such as Happy, Forencia, Leorus, and Jin also stood out compared to other students.

“Yes.”

Seeing that, Arya slightly frowned as if she had a headache.

But I asked her as gently as possible towards her.

“Those kids were your friends.”

“…… No. Everything is fake.”

Aria still thinks even the students are fake because of Capgras Syndrome.

But I nodded in reverse. Because Arya was actually saying the right thing.

“Right, they are not the friends you know. The friends you had in your memories who had adventures, friendships, travels, meals, and shared happiness and unhappiness are no longer there.”

“… ….”

Arya’s head turns slowly. Her gaze was staring at me.

“But not fake.”

“Go, go, go…… No?”

“Yes, because, you know, I started over.”

We don’t know why she got Capgras Syndrome. Was she unable to overcome the sense of distance from the previous episode, or was it a side effect of regression, or was she simply mentally pushing herself out of the burden?

I don’t know what it is.

She was always moving towards her correct answer, and she was probably thinking that the disease that was entangling her was also a step towards her correct answer.

“You can no longer meet the people you used to know.”

“Ah.”

“You know that. To the point where I feel like all of this is fake.”

“Ah, ah.”

Arya’s gaze flicks around again. Looking at old friends from far away laughing hahahahahoho and enjoying each other’s youth.

“Why, I…… It’s not there.”

The horse suddenly falls.

It was difficult to say that the reason she showed excessive aggression was simply because of her obsession with me. Then there was no need for her to show a prickly attitude towards the other students.

I didn’t like Arya.

That her friends don’t remember her.

She

She unintentionally abandoned the world to save her friends, but in the end she realized that even those friends forgot her tragedy.

She refused because she didn’t like it.

I continued talking as I looked at Arya’s bent back as she wept bitterly.

“And even the Deius you loved is no longer in this world.”

“…… !”

I wince and Arya’s back trembles. Her shaky hands were forcibly placed on the roof railing.

Otherwise it seemed to collapse.

“You saw it yourself. Seeing Deus die.”

“Ah… ….”

What can I do for you?

I really thought about it a lot.

Deus in the first playthrough.

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No, what can be done to restore the distorted aria made by Kim Shin-woo in the first playthrough.

I pondered over and over again, rethought over and over again, and revised over and over again.

Is there any way to make the pain less painful? Couldn’t she be hurt even a little bit?

But.

There was no such method.

As viciously as that, the obsession and dependence engraved by Kim Shin-woo in the first play took root in Aria, and also sprouted thorns and firmly established themselves.

To pull out.

I had no choice but to kill the root itself.

Kill Shinwoo Kim in the first round with my own hands.

“The Deus you love is no more. He is already dead, and the Deus in this world is a completely different person.”

“Ah.”

Arya didn’t respond.

She was also proof that she had been thinking similar thoughts implicitly. Because the me in the first episode and the me now were very different people.

“That thing.”

“Arya, you have to accept it.”

“… ….”

Aria’s body trembles.

Teardrops dripping wet her feet.

A story that can only be told now, when you recognize yourself as someone else.

Perhaps, if I had thought of myself as Deus as usual, I could have just overlooked this much.

Her heart, her head were screaming.

That Deius is fake.

He’s a different person.

So Arya had no choice but to accept it even more. Everything, even the person himself, is saying that I am not the Deus he knew.

“Why… ….”

It was a kind of complaint.

That’s why she didn’t bother to answer, and she didn’t want an answer either.

“Why, why, why the hell! I did my best…… Family, professors, and friends. I just wanted to save them all!”

“… ….”

“Why are you doing this! Why did everyone leave me! The memories we all had, everyone forgot!”

With her strength drained, Arya, on her knees, holds her face in her hands.

Still, her flowing tears flowed mercilessly between the gaps between her fingers.

“Why do you see it in my eyes? Everyone is different! No one remembers me! We, we said goodbye But why are you still here! Leaving me alone! Laughing and talking! Are you having fun!”

“… ….”

“I am still very sick! I haven’t forgotten you yet! I, I, I still!”

With tears in her eyes, Arya’s forehead touches her floor. The pouring tears show no signs of stopping.

“I want to see you guys!”

I don’t know how much time has passed since then. Just watching the sunset sky, I waited and the girl continued to pour out the tears she had been holding back until now.

She just knew that no matter how much time she had to release the resentment she had stored in her, she would not be enough.

“Tea, Larry.”

With a hoarse voice, Arya crouched and opened her mouth. Even though her body was drained of strength, as if her energy had all declined.

You have been looking for an answer to me.

“If I forget everything, will I be free?”

“… ….”

“Will I be free if I forget my love for the professor, the memories with my friends, and all the things I’ve done?”

I realized it wasn’t until after I heard that it wasn’t a question. It was the wind

What would you do if you won the lottery?

Wouldn’t it be nice to get first place in this midterm exam?

What if your parents were conglomerates?

A wish and a delusion that are perfect for his age, even though he is the same.

I want to forget.

Arya was hoping for that.

But.

“That is not freedom.”

I can’t do that.

I can’t let it go like that.

I can’t make you forget everything you’ve done.

“It’s an escape, it’s just repetition. In the end, you will come back just like you now.”

Slowly.

Aria very slowly raised her head.

Arya stands up, holding the roof railing with her trembling hands once more, and glares at me.

With fierce hostility.

“So! What the hell is wrong with that? No one, no one remembers anyway. After all, no one knows! No one remembers me!”

A clenched fist.

A voice that cracks because everything is rested.

A tear-stained face.

The unfortunate girl is convinced that her past had no value.

“Then me too! Can’t I just forget everything I did? Wouldn’t it be okay to count my worthless life as nonexistent?”

“I remember.”

But that’s a story confined to a simple continent.

“…… I beg your pardon?”

“And I was saved by watching your life.”

A little beyond.

Beyond the world, beyond the dimension.

“I think I understand a little bit why I came to this world.”

A boy who was saved while watching the story of a girl who persevered despite the tragedy.

“It was to give back what I received from you.”

The time has come for her to return the salvation she received to the girl.