I Became The Academy Necromancer chapter 174

174. Problem

The corpse of Margan, who was lying limp.

The moment they saw it, everyone’s bodies froze as if time stopped in the banquet hall itself.

It’s a situation where the highest commander-in-chief of that country was assassinated in his own country, especially in the presence of distinguished guests from another country.

It was like showing them how dangerous the place was and at the same time proving their incompetence.

“Les, Resistance?”

The first to speak was the successor of the Republic of Balestan. It could be said to be a reasonable inference.

Because the Clark Republic’s resistance was so famous that rumors spread to other countries as well.

But most were skeptical. It is rather strange that the Resistance has not been able to assassinate the president so far if it can be neatly assassinated in a place where there are so many strong people.

To be.

“Rather than the Resistance, the Griffin with the closest seat is more suspicious.”

Zornia from the desert kingdom of German crosses her arms and looks suspiciously towards the Griffin Kingdom.

I couldn’t help but be embarrassed by the blatantly hostile tone in the griffin.

“It’s a funny farce.”

Princess Eleanor sternly dismissed it without wavering.

“Why us? There is no reason for us, who came to make peace with the Republic of Clark, to assassinate the president.”

“… ….”

“I know that the Zeerman Kingdom has a lot of interest in us. Did you take care of yourself in the Great Forest of Marias?”

Eleanor also responds without retreating towards the kingdom of German, who is looking for an excuse to openly slander Griffin.

Zornia kept her mouth shut and didn’t untie her arms, as if it felt like being stabbed once, but Tyrin was dissatisfied with that appearance.

“Unfold your arms and apologize.”

His mana swirls inside the banquet hall. A secret room from which you cannot escape.

A place where each other can be each other’s eyes, but conversely, if everyone intentionally closes their eyes, it won’t be strange if anyone dies.

“… ….”

Despite Tyren’s warning, Zornia just keeps her silence, her chin held high.

In the end, Tai Ern couldn’t hold back his anger and thumped forward, giving strength to his feet and stepping forward.

“What about the secretary?”

Deia’s words resonate in the banquet hall, drawing everyone’s attention.

Deia, who jumped up to the president’s corpse, looked around along with his corpse.

It was a gruesome death befitting a dictator of a country, but more than that, the secretary with emerald hair was nowhere to be seen.

“The secretary disappeared.”

At Deia’s words, the others also approached the stage one by one. Deia wandered around to see if there was another way out, but there was none.

“Then the secretary was an assassin?”

“Ohhh, there is a possibility.”

“Surely so. An assassination from the inside would be more correct than us, the guests from the outside.”

People expressing their opinions as if being swept away by the current. But I thought it was subtle from Deia’s point of view.

‘Then where did the secretary go?’

If the secretary assassinated, wouldn’t it be natural for the secretary to be in this position?

Isn’t that a situation that means he’s hiding somewhere inside the banquet hall where he can’t escape to the outside?

“Sir Tairn, please protect the princess and the saintess.”

“Um.”

Tyrin nods her head and tells her not to worry. His cane, which resembles a spear and has a pointed tip, thumps the floor to show off his presence.

“Then where is the secretary?”

“Well, that’s it too.”

“You need to calm down a little. The current situation itself is so sudden that everyone has narrowed their view.”

The party, who are talking to each other, quickly recovers their composure as if they are not high-ranking people for no reason, admitting that they were too urgent.

“Have you calmed down now?”

At that time, a strange voice came from the collapsed entrance. Green hair, faintly visible in the darkness outside of the lights.

“Secretary!”

“It appeared.”

Unmanned men step forward to respond immediately. Tom, the shield of the warlike Duchy of Ballestan, and Hanso, an old woman of the Han Empire, take one step forward.

The secretary smiles at them and extends his hand.

“Everyone, do you have a good understanding of how the current situation is going?”

Her voice resonated softly and clearly as if it were wrapping around the eardrum.

At the same time she noticed that she waited until she could hear herself properly. She

She On the contrary, she was known to be a powerful enough person to hide her body in this space without being seen by anyone.

“The President of the Republic has been assassinated. The ringleader of the terror was the kingdom of Griffin, and Princess Eleanor could not overcome the pressure and after confessing, she returned to the kingdom and committed suicide.”

“…… What?”

At the sudden mention of her own name, her Eleanor frowns and glares at her.

But the secretary’s words were not over.

“The Clark Republic is outraged and starts a war against the Griffins. The East German Kingdom will also help us conquer the evil Assassin Nation.”

“Hmm.”

Zornia of the German kingdom listens to her story without saying anything, with her arms crossed. It was hard for her to tell whether he was affirming or denying.

“The old woman of the Han Empire will strengthen her testimony, and the heir of the Principality of Ballestan will assassinate his father after returning. He sits in the seat of leadership, but feels burdened and hands over command to us.”

“You’re funny.”

“What, what?!”

Hanso, an old woman from an empire, and Balestan’s heir raise their voices at the same time. I was writing novels in the Republic of Clark that tasted good the way I wanted, so it was hard to just pass by.

“Umm, the assassin… ….”

Kirukkireuk.

The noise of something crawling around. A huge number of something was moving outside the saintess’s light.

“Let’s do it with you.”

The secretary’s hand pointed to a woman with bobbed hair.

It was Deia.

“You, who had a grudge against the raid on Northwedon, received a special order from the Griffin Kingdom and attempted an assassination, and it was a splendid success. You are truly wonderful.”

Party mate mate.

Inorganic applause.

From beyond the darkness came the faint laughter of the secretary.

“We were stupid too. I never thought Griffin would attempt an assassination in a place for peace.”

“Crazy b*tch.”

Deia spat out a word annoyed, but the secretary shrugged her shoulders and walked slowly forward.

“Now, this is the scenario that has been prepared so far. There may be people who don’t like it, but don’t open your mouth. If you don’t want to die.”

At that, Tom of the Principality of Ballestan said he was dumbfounded.

“That sucks. Don’t you know what you’ll be responsible for if one of the people here dies? How shameless to tell us that it was a self-made play in the first place!”

“…… I see.”

Listening to Tom’s words, rather, Deia had a bad realization.

That reminds me of most of them in this place, and the expression of Eleanor, her princess, also darkens rapidly.

“Why is that?”

Darius asked Deia who sighed. He calls in Deus, whose expression is hardened due to nervousness, who does not understand at all, and explains.

“Those bastards already have a way. It doesn’t matter if people here die. That’s why I made this secret room. No one will see what they do to us.”

In addition, they made it so that no one could point fingers at the death of their leader.

After all, it was the Clark Republic that suffered the most.

“Nothing to worry about. If you don’t cooperate, we can make any number of substitutes.”

“Substitutes?”

“Well, please understand that for later pleasure.”

The smiling secretary’s hand stretches forward. Her hand, the only one that came into the light in the darkness, points to her saintess.

“But, just two people. Saint Lucia and…….”

Her hand, which had pointed to her saint, moves again, this time pointing to Deius.

“The memorial spirit, Deius Verdi, will surely die on the spot.”

At the death sentence, Lucia clasped her hands and prayed to her god, while Deus tried not to ruin her expression.

“Ugh, but I need to confirm one thing.”

A secretary who slowly enters the light and appears. Her pupils were doing those of a snake, and her tongue was so long that it was sticking out.

A completely different look from when I saw her on stage earlier. Everyone in this room knew at once.

That she’s a demon.

I couldn’t help but be nervous. From the moment she realizes that she is a demon, the words that she had only heard as nonsense until now feel like a revelation of her heavy curse.

As much as that, the existence of the devil was the object of fear for the people of the continent.

“It’s more like giving you a chance than confirmation.”

“A chance?”

A straight-forward look at Deius, who tilted his head and asked back. Her pupils felt more like testing something than showing her mercy.

And that is clearly inserted in the very next word the secretary utters.

“Are you really a psychic?”

“… ….”

Doubt of existence itself.

In an instant, everyone in the banquet hall focused on Deius.

The Griffin Kingdom, who knew his true identity, couldn’t help but be nervous, and people from other countries couldn’t help but be interested in the secretary’s question.

The only black mage recognized by Griffin, who thoroughly rejects black mages.

Obviously other countries have done basic research on him.

“What do you mean?”

Dayus tries to feign composure and straightens his back.

The corners of the secretary’s mouth went up at the sight of him.

“I don’t think you are the real Deus. The intimidation, atmosphere, calmness, etc. That the person I met had. You are not even halfway there.”

“… ….”

“Okay, I’ll give you a chance.”

The devil always tests humans.

Throw options and enjoy choosing between them.

“Are you a spirit warrior? To be honest, you save me.”

“…… !”

“Because there is no need to kill a man who is not a memorial service in the first place.”

There is a tense silence.

All eyes were on Deius, but he was still acting expressionless and rolling his head.

“Oh, really.”

But I wonder if even that moment of silence was boring. The secretary offers another suggestion.

“Okay, then just one thing. If you answer, I will spare you.”

“What is it?”

“You are a comforter who comforts the dead. Blessed to see all souls, possessed of cursed eyes.”

Chuck.

The tip of the secretary’s long nails pointed to Deus’ eyes and asked.

“Where is the soul of Magan, who just died?”