I Became The Academy Necromancer chapter 169

169. Family Time

Let’s talk.

Deus realizes his situation that he can’t even remember how far back it was when he heard those words.

If you say it well, you can go as you please, if you say it badly, the family gave up Deius, who was just living.

Darius only repeated the words, as if warning him from time to time, not to make any accidents and to marry the daughter of the Bright family.

Deia doesn’t even give a glance, and if she’s in the same room, she’s disgusting and angry.

Remembering how he had reacted emotionally and decadently to Deia’s reaction at the time, regret as harsh as sand rushed in.

“Is your right hand okay?”

It was the start of what could have been a clichéd question. The right hand of Deius, whose traces no longer remain.

Staring at the empty part, Dayus nodded his head bitterly.

“It’s just a little throbbing now.”

There was another moment of silence in response, but eventually Darius continued his question.

“You are the real Deus Verdi.”

“…… Uh.”

It was a short answer, but with that alone, the difference between him and Kim Shin-woo was already clearly felt, so Darius let out a bitter breath and wiped his eyes with his thick hands.

“Yeah, somehow I thought it changed too suddenly.”

Darius has already heard the whole situation from Deia. Even Daya couldn’t figure out how he would react, so first of all, she watched the situation with her mouth shut.

“You are already…… Are you dead?”

A question that falls heavily.

I was so saddened by just that one word that it brought tears to my eyes.

“Uh, uh… that’s right.”

Spitting out a crying voice.

A sigh filled with self-reproach as to why his situation had become this way.

“Why?”

Unlike Darius, calm.

No, it was pity and sadness disguised as a mask of calm.

“Mo, I don’t know. About before going to sleep… I also did Have a drink and…….”

A number of reasons are listed.

Looking at it like this, he thought it was good that he hadn’t died until now.

The more he heard those words, the more Darius’ expression darkened.

“… ….”

Darius couldn’t even sigh when he heard all the reasons he had sprung out. He just lowered his head and looked at the floor with his shadowy face.

Then, naturally, he turned his attention to Deia.

“Why did you hide it from me?”

“I want to know what to do.”

“What?”

With her arms crossed, Deia did not back down a bit even against Darius, who couldn’t hide her anger.

“Let’s say that, will he come back? You’re a backwards guy anyway. But you can make it look like you’re not behind. You don’t know how much trouble we’ll be in if you tell the Bright family that he died at the time, don’t you?”

“Deia!”

Darius scolded Deia for saying something she shouldn’t say, with veins protruding from Darius’ forehead, but Deia still didn’t back down.

“What! You were good too! That idiot! Not my family, not my brother! Even so, the person who took care of me even more than his brother!”

“… ….”

“Whether drunk, drunk, or emotional. Than that bastard who made women moan and resound throughout the mansion every day, saying that he should have s*x with his own blood!”

Unable to hold back her anger, Deia held her fists tightly and held them up high, but slowly lowered them back down as if suppressing her emotions as much as possible.

“Much, much better.”

A bowed head.

Teardrops falling under it.

Daya sobbed like a child, with tears wet her feet.

“Take it back, you bastard. That person my real brother…… Bring it back.”

“… ….”

“You said you came to help? For that person? Don’t give a damn. I had gradually forgotten about it, but when I saw your face, the good things came to my mind before the disgusting things.”

Deia glares at him with reddened eyes as she wipes away her tears.

“I don’t need a bastard like you.”

I couldn’t even answer anything.

Darius knew how stressed she was.

In fact, it was safe to say that the kind of man hatred she possessed was created by Deius.

In the past, it was Deus who would have been swearing right away and spitting out even more obscenities.

He slowly got down from the bed, got down on his knees, and banged his head on the ground.

“Sorry.”

“…… !”

Deia’s eyes are shaking. The Deius he knew was never the kind of person to kneel down and apologize to others.

But on the threshold of death.

Accepting his own end.

Deus, who made a decision for others only at the end while being sent off by Kim Shin-woo, had changed a little.

“Gee, Ral.”

It’s natural that the victim can accept it, but it wasn’t.

Cleaning her teeth, Deia tried to spit out her anger again, but Deius’ voice echoed through the room as she ran down the floor.

“I am already dead. But before you leave, let me do something for my family.”

“… ….”

“The reason I am here now is for the person you wanted.”

“Cee…… Foot.”

I want to tell him to stop immediately, but I can’t. I don’t know what Kim Shin-woo is doing, but it must be a serious matter enough to reawaken the already dead Deus.

He knows with his head, but he doesn’t understand with his heart. Although the anger hits and rises to the tip of his head.

“You… ….”

Slowly holding his face with both hands, Deia holds his head high and hides his tears.

“The scars you gave me will never go away.”

I was hurt too much.

Because we were so close to each other as a family, those sharp words and actions flew into us with nowhere to escape.

The deep wounds created in that way were the kind that could never be healed.

“But on top of that.”

Above those deep scars.

New voices and memories are overlaid.

– Just 5 minutes every day, give it to me.

It started when I asked for 5 minutes to show my changed self.

– Opposite. I took over Deius’ body.

A man who revealed his identity without the slightest hesitation when asked not to lie.

-He was a pitiful man, but he was not one to be pitied. Still, he left regretting his life in the end.

He told me about the real Deus Verdi’s end, but even those words contained consideration for himself.

– You may not want to, but I will try to be an older brother you will be proud of.

Does he know?

The teddy bear keychain that I got from the time we ate together at Gray Pond was actually very precious to me.

“Because the memory of that person has been covered. I’m like you No forgiveness, no hate, no denial.”

“… ….”

“I forgot. That’s how I get over the past.”

That alone.

It was a thank you enough to Dayus, but he didn’t say it.

He doesn’t deserve it, and Daya probably didn’t want to hear back either.

An end to an already strained relationship.

Seeing that each of them came up with their own answers, Darius slowly approaches Deius and puts his hand on his shoulder while feeling complicated emotions.

“What you did to Deia will surely not be forgiven.”

“… ….”

Deius slowly lifted his head, and Darius met his eyes.

“But, as the eldest son, I couldn’t say that I had any responsibility for what I did to you.”

“Hyung, sir.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t lead you on the right path.”

Darius apologizes looking back on the past he ignored, saying he didn’t want to see his younger brother who was ruined even though he was the eldest son.

“Keuuugh!”

Deia slowly moved away as she watched her eldest son hug her younger brother as she poured out her tears.

Even if she put an end to her relationship with Deius, she did not intend to intervene between her eldest son Darius and Deius.

Deia came out and waited for a while with her arms folded against the wall next to the door.

At this time, if he was a child of Finden, he would have been holding her tobacco in his mouth.

I thought it would be appropriate to pass the time, so Darius stepped out of the room as I stood with my arms crossed.

He looks at Deia and pauses for a moment, but immediately realizes what he’s been waiting for.

“So what are you going to do?”

“What do you mean?”

Deia’s eyebrows furrow at the reaction she already knows.

“Don’t imitate him.”

“Kuhm.”

Darius, who was immediately caught imitating Kim Shin-woo, awkwardly cleared his throat and turned his head around, and Deia kept asking questions as if screeching.

“It doesn’t matter if you recognized him as your younger brother or not. I have only one second brother.”

“… ….”

“Even if you don’t admit it.”

At her bold declaration of Deia, Darius looked down at her for a moment, smiled at her, put her hand on her head and stroked her.

“What are you doing!”

Deia grumbled, annoyed by her sudden touch, but she didn’t push her hand away.

“No, that’s funny.”

“What?”

“To be so old and have another little brother.”

“That means… ….”

“Why aren’t all my younger brothers normal?”

After removing Deia’s hand from her head, Darius replied with a kind smile.

“If I looked a little like you, I would have less things to worry about.”

Darius returns to his office without saying a single word.

Looking at that back, Deia saw it for the first time.

“We are a family.”

She thought it was reliable.

After a while.

“Deah, Deia! How do you do this?!”

If it hadn’t been for an invitation sent from the Clark Republic to her own office.

I would have thought that the eldest son could be trusted now.

“How can you not spend half a day setting the mood?”

“Kuh, keuh!”

Darius cleared his throat and forcibly pretended not to hear, and then Deia snatched the invitation from the Republic and confirmed it.

“A banquet for a peace treaty?”

A banquet to restore the relationship between the Griffin Kingdom and the Clark Republic.

An invitation to Deus Verdi, a memorial service indispensable in this case.

Seeing that, Deia felt a headache build up in her head.

“Why didn’t you send this to the royal family? Send it directly to us.”

“You must have thought Deius was dead in the first place?!”

Darius is right. It felt like this invitation with a bizarre meaning showed one side of the Clark Republic.

“Haa, contact the royal family right away. It’s because the Republic bastards are trying to do some trick.”

“I got it!”

“And some! You bastard! If you’ve just been seriously cool, shouldn’t you try to maintain that image for at least one day!?”

The last one was Deia, who complained, but Darius had already turned his back and went outside, ignoring the cry.

“Ugh.”

I don’t give you time to continue with complicated personal concerns. Looking down at the banquet invitation held in her heavy hand, Deia tightly closed her eyes again.

A situation where attention is focused on Griffin and Clark on all continents.

Ignoring this is the same as ignoring the hand of peace that was extended by bowing one’s head first.

‘But there can be many benefits just by attending.’

I don’t know what the Clark Republic is up to, but I’m going to bow my head first.

It could also make other nations perceive that they had admitted their wrongdoing in the Clark Republic.

‘Something I am not sure about.’

At this time, suddenly bowing your head and holding a banquet.

In addition, the invitation was sent directly to the Verdi family, not to the Kingdom.

Also, inviting Deus Verdi, who was supposedly already dead.

Deia, who doesn’t like all of that, catches her eye at the phrase at the end of the invitation.

I don’t know when it was written.

Written in elegant handwriting gives a strange sense of pressure.

– Please return the items you took.

“Stuff?”

Deia, wondering if she brought something, frowned right away.

He almost made the mistake of crumpling the invitation.

“You want the saintess’ left hand back?”

The other side has been demanding the return of Stella’s left hand, which Deius risked death to retrieve.

“Ha ha.”

Recognizing that the situation is complicated, Deia sighs.

Deia’s personal impression of the Clark Republic is to add honesty to honesty.

Though it sucks.

From the point of view of Griffin Kingdom, it was not possible to put the Clark Republic in a hostile position.

Through the Marias Great Forest Incident, I found out that the desert kingdom, German, was also looking for it.

In a situation where both sides could be attacked, Griffin’s first priority is to regain a neutral position with Clark.

In that case, it would be better to just coolly return the left hand and ask the memorial service to go to the banquet and let’s go peacefully.

The problem.

“Haaa!”

Isn’t the Deus Verdi of today not a memorial service?

“You can’t even ask that bastard to go to the Republic!”

On the other side, Deius Verdi, who was thought to be dead, would be able to deal a blow just by attending the banquet.

“You son of a b*tch.”

Leaning on the back of the chair and looking at the ceiling, Deia murmurs with longing.

“Come when.”