I Became The Academy Necromancer chapter 191

191. Cold love

Take Findenai and Erica. After asking Owen for the two of them, she returned to Ophelia.

She was grinning as she slung her already-worthy bag over her shoulder.

I was rather displeased because it showed on my face that I didn’t care that I was late.

After that, we continued to spend time together. Most of them were luxurious places where a lot of money was spent, and the more they did, the more a bright smile spread on Ophelia’s lips.

It’s late at night.

The dense stars cover the sky over Lovern, and the chilly January night air calms the mind.

“How was your day?”

“I loved it!”

There was no lie in her bright smile. I cherish the things I bought today, of course it would have been nice.

“Lastly, if there is a place you want to go to, I will go to it.”

Once I told Ophelia that I would take her to the place she wanted at least because I took her with me all day today, greed flashed in her eyes again.

Licking her lips like her snake, Ophelia twisted her body naturally.

“Actually, I took my annual leave today, but I have something I need to tell my co-workers.”

“… ….”

“Can you come with me?”

Ophelia leans her upper body forward, accentuating her breastbone subtly.

Without saying anything, she nodded her head and gestured for guidance.

‘That’s superficial.’

Ophelia is a bar woman.

She induces and receives incentives to order a lot of expensive alcohol in the room she enters, or affects her work performance.

Looking at it today, I have to like myself, and since I have a lot of money, it must be their intention to take me to the store and eat them.

Follow Ophelia and enter Glass Street. She only visited during the day, but when she came late in the evening, it was a completely different street.

People who had been seen sparsely were wandering around in all directions as if they had just woken up, and it was quite a while in the solicitation of men and women.

At least I was with Ophelia, so no one approached me, but I heard gossip among those who knew me, her soul mate.

“Isn’t that Deius Verdi?”

“Shh. Originally, high-ranking people pretend they didn’t see it.”

“Well, he is a man.”

I heard some annoying noises, but rumors of that kind of thing are already widespread in Northweden.

Not even a message comes from Lovern to the extent of adding a few words.

[Oh wow.]

[Oh wow.]

At that moment, I heard the voices of two women who responded the same way.

The Dark Spirit and Stella were walking together behind me before I knew it.

The two look around with both hands covering their mouths.

[It’s my first time in a place like this.]

[Me too, senior. That person is only wearing underwear, is that okay?]

[Hee! Why is that guy wearing only triangle shorts?! Is it a beggar?]

[May God take care of him.]

“… ….”

The Dark Spirit, who has been confined to her laboratory all her life and studying only her necromantic arts, and Stella, who has lived a clean life praying for others.

This is the first time I’ve seen such a blatant yet busy street at night, so I show quite a flurry of reactions.

[Hhehehehe! Kiss the two over there!]

[Oops! Oh! Oh!]

“… ….”

I cover my eyes with both hands, but I’m staring at the kissing scene between my fingers.

It was such a reaction that I couldn’t even say anything to the two people who suddenly appeared.

[Large, that’s great.]

[It can be so obscene.]

The Dark Spirit exclaims in amazement and Stella prays with her hands together.

I understand the reaction of the two.

However, this place was uglier than they thought.

Especially, I hadn’t even set foot in a bar or brothel in my previous life.

[Yeah! Mmm! Aye!]

[Mom, what are you doing?]

[Ahhhhh!]

The deeper you go into the city, the more you hear cries from here and there.

It was usually for children, and in fact, it was mostly babbling.

Hearing that, the Dark Spirit and Stella looked around with shocked expressions.

The spirits of young children who can be seen everywhere were unable to sleep, grabbing their parents by their collars, or crying and wandering around looking for their parents.

[This is…….]

[Ah, the benevolent Goddess Hertia.]

After slowly slowing her pace and opening a distance with Ophelia, she opened her mouth.

“The souls of children who were never born, or who were abandoned even after they were born.”

These are poor children.

Most of the streets lined with bars, motel villages, brothels, etc. Created this kind of scenery.

That’s why I didn’t want to step in.

[Can’t you comfort me?]

The dark mage’s question was a bit unexpected. Isn’t she a necromancer who used to treat souls as objects?

It was a question that suggested that she has changed a lot since she was with me.

I shook my head.

“Most souls rest after death.”

The so-called sleep.

However, after death, those who have strong emotions, will, and resentment that cannot fall asleep wake up.

Usually negative emotions are the majority, and if you go further, you become a demon.

But those children are not negative emotions. A grown child may not know this, but fetuses or children who cannot speak properly do not recognize that their parents have abandoned them or that they have died.

“A strong desire that overcomes even rest. Those children have only one desire.”

[You are with your parents.]

Stella gave a bitter answer.

I nodded and looked away from the spirits.

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“Unfortunately, I cannot give anything to those children.”

Even if they want to comfort them, all they want is their parents.

No matter how hard I try, the void won’t be filled.

[Can I join the kids for a moment?]

Stella stopped walking.

With a wry smile on her face, her hands were still neatly folded as if in prayer.

[Even if I can’t comfort you, I want to be with you for a little while.]

“Yes, please.”

After bowing her head in gratitude, Stella walks toward the children’s souls.

The woman who did not lose her true nature as a saint even after death was truly beautiful.

When she sees Stella while looking at Ophelia, her heart becomes calm and warm.

She felt that her tired mind had been healed.

[…] … I’ll go too.]

“Do you have an idea?”

Stella thought it was possible, but she was a little surprised by the Dark Spirit.

The dark spirit dweller seems to have a lot in mind as she lowers her head while holding the robe she is wearing with both hands.

[I just want to see what Stella does.]

She didn’t bother to answer.

If the Dark Spirit wants it, she can do as she pleases.

‘Looks like he feels quite a lot.’

The change of the dark mage wasn’t bad.

“… ….”

After already losing everything.

She was worried that the realization she gained from her position, which would eventually wander into her soul and someday enter her rest, would remain with her as her deep regret.

No matter how well you say it.

After all, the Dark Spirit is dead.

Things that change through enlightenment and influence through change.

Only those who lived were permitted.

The previous Deus case was just a very unusual case.

“Comforter! Here!”

Ophelia’s voice breaks my thoughts. Ophelia, who had walked away before I knew it, raised her hand and called for me.

A signboard of a pretty flashy store and the touts standing in front of it greet me 90 degrees with a smile.

“Welcome!”

“Welcome!”

“… ….”

I didn’t even want to answer.

After passing them and entering the store, Ofelia casually led me to her room.

Suddenly, I wondered if I had won her love.

‘Is it a failure?’

Wouldn’t it be a simple recognition of the level of good to use?

Rather, it may be that her charm has declined even more because she has been too overbearing.

She sits on the sofa, recalling the events of the day in her head, as if organizing notes for incorrect answers.

Huge tables and soft sofas are common in movies and dramas.

There are no windows so that you cannot notice the time outside, and an ambiguous orange light shines down whether it is day or night.

The tobacco scent lingering on the sofa made me uncomfortable, but I didn’t show it with my expression.

He opened the door and came in with a grim face. However, her expression was bright and she rubbed her hands together with her waist slightly bent.

“Aigoo! Thank you so so much for coming to such a shabby place.”

Huge dishes come behind the man who seems to be the owner of this place.

At the top, numerous side dishes such as sashimi, nuts, and various fruits are laid out, as well as a large number of alcoholic beverages placed at an angle in a basket with ice.

I’m thinking of sucking it in earnest.

“There are so many fans of Memorial Commander among our children!”

Women wearing revealing clothes come in as soon as the waiters serving snacks and alcohol leave.

Everyone wears fancy makeup and sends me a subtle and explicit gaze.

‘Did Deus play like this in North Whedon?’

Suddenly, I had an idea.

“Ophelia alone is enough. And don’t let anyone come in until I’m called.”

“Oh, of course! This poton will protect you like an ironclad!”

Poton and the women go outside at my word.

Ofelia, who was left alone, had the corners of her mouth raised.

If I drank with another woman, she must have been anxious because the results would be shared that much.

She tried to come right up to me.

“Sit there.”

When I pointed to a sofa a little further away, Ofelia trembled and sat down naturally.

If you don’t open the drink, the bill won’t be processed, so your hand seemed anxious to reach for the drink and the cup.

“Did you come to love me?”

Ophelia’s mouth trembled slightly when I asked a blatant question, so she replied with a bright smile.

“Sure! This is the first time anyone has been so nice to me!”

“Yes, it failed.”

Because I am calm, Ophelia’s expression hardens as she sees the truth.

As expected, the problem was that we did everything we were told to do. It was clearly revealed in the scenery unfolding in front of me that he looked like a hukou rather than a man when he came out with a low profile.

I asked, crossing my legs without touching the food and drink in front of me.

“I’ve been thinking a lot while staying with you today.”

“Yes?”

Ophelia’s expression hardens as things turn out in a different way than she thought.

“At Claire’s General Store, you bought ‘Real Love and Living Life’.”

“Oh, yes. That’s right.”

“But the general store granted your wish in a rather drastic way. I didn’t make you fall in love, but on the contrary, I put my ex love away from you so that when the love cools down you can find someone else.”

“… ….”

“If you think about it that way, it would make sense to have a tattoo on your chest that attracts the opposite s*x. It makes it easier to find your next love.”

Ofelia’s hand wiggling on the sofa. Although her desire to avoid this place was very visible.

Of course I had no intention of sending it.

“The method was also quite eccentric. The daughter you paid for kills men.”

It was terribly disgusting.

Devils who think of humans as toys naturally emerge as suspects.

“I asked Paul, the chief of the guard, to investigate the sudden illness that occurred in Lovern for a year.”

“…… !”

The eyes of Ophelia tremble.

“I only searched for young men in their 20s and 30s, so they came right away. It was seventy-seven in total.”

“That, I couldn’t have killed them all!”

“Yeah, but your share will be substantial.”

Took.

Today, I present a list of the dead that I carried in my arms all day.

“How many names do you know?”

Ophelia bit her lip. Eyes glaring at the list.

“You said your daughter could be faked as an accidental death, so the number you kill is probably twice the number of people you know on that list.”

“That’s not true! You can’t say I killed them all!”

“Don’t clump together. You know.”

I jumped up and took one step closer to Ophelia.

She got up in a hurry and tried to run out of her room.

Quad Deuk!

First, my hand reached for the door, and the doorknob melted in the heat and hardened in an instant.

“Ah.”

Ophelia panics at the fixed door. I shake my head and click my tongue.

“You foolish woman, only you. I knew the injustice of those who died innocently.”

“Oh no! It’s not my fault!”

“Even when they died, they probably didn’t know what they were dead for. I fell asleep without even realizing the resentment. I didn’t even get a chance to hold a grudge.”

Ophelia stares at me with her back against the door, trembling. But my words are not over.

“Enjoying luxury and pleasure. Do not use others merely as tools. I am also saying that I am a victim.”

I clenched my fists in intensified anger.

It wasn’t just because I was swung around today.

“On the contrary, he could have enjoyed it as if he had become a god.”

Flinch.

Ofelia’s shoulders trembled.

She shouted with her mouth quivering.

“Float, get off! What if I loved you If my feelings cool now, you will die!”

“Did you like it?”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. In response to my question, Ophelia gave an expression that she had no idea what it meant.

Put a dagger into her chest with words.

“Was it good to make the daughter you killed into a murderer?”

“Ah… ….”

“Ugly woman.”

“Oh, it’s you.”

Ophelia slipped to her knees, clutching her head with both her hands.

“Wicked woman who has enriched her stomach by devouring her own husband and her daughters.”

“Nooooo!”

Kung-kung-kung!

What’s up!

Hearing Ophelia’s cry, Potten knocked on her door outside her.

However, the noise was driving Ophelia even more nervously mentally.

“And yet, did she come to claim that she did not have a drop of blood on her hands?”

I meet Ophelia’s eyes as she tangles her hair and weeps.

The tattoo on her chest, her longing for affection, wiped Ophelia’s tears and gave her a hug, but she cried out wildly.

Bullsh*t.

“Actually, you probably know that too, right? How dirty and disgusting you are.”

“…… Heh, ugh.”

“Are you still in love with yourself?”

Dude.

I felt like I heard something cut off.

The moment Ophelia, extremely driven, shook her head.

“Quaaagh!”

A skein of black thread emanating from Ophelia’s chest.

As soon as I pulled myself back, a skein of thread began to gather at the place where I was standing, and soon it took on the shape of a stooped, skinny human.

“You, do not take my words lightly. At least this wouldn’t have happened if I had genuinely tried to solve the case.”

But Ophelia only took advantage of me. She only wanted material, and she must have thought it was a manageable money line.

“The opportunity has already been given. It was you who tried to use it.”

Then I had no choice but to use the last resort.

“When your love cools off, your daughter will appear and kill the target.”

Because tattoos only apply to the opposite s*x, because Ofelia is heteros*xual.

The execution of daughters was not unconditionally applied only to men.

“I must pay the price for not loving you.”

The daughter’s red eyes, who have killed countless men, are now pierced by her mother.