I Became The Academy Necromancer chapter 199

199. Pseudo

“Loanes? It’s a pretty old-fashioned name.”

“Certainly, it looks noble even from the outside.”

The Dark Mage and Hanso were behaving favorably towards the boy named Luanes who saved them, but I couldn’t help but harden my expression.

It was obvious that the boy deliberately withheld his last name, but he didn’t bother mentioning the other two.

But I couldn’t let it go that easily.

Luannes Luden Griffin.

The youngest son of the Griffin royal family 200 years ago.

However, he is a half-brother who must not reveal his true identity.

Although the name Luanes was never mentioned in history books, on the contrary, the boy was an indispensable figure in Griffin’s history.

The source that made the oppression of the black magician that continued from the beginning even more spurred, and made the black magic obsessive level obsessive.

A black mage who leads an army of corpses and souls that single-handedly dragged Griffin to the brink of destruction.

It was the boy in front of me who was known as Heralhazard rather than the name Luanes.

Of course, the truth was a self-made play that was only ordered by the royal family.

But he couldn’t say he was innocent.

“But what was the magic just now?”

The dark mage quietly asks Luanes. She realized at once that what Luanes dealt with was black magic.

“Uh, um.”

He hesitates openly, saying he doesn’t want to say anything, but the Dark Spirit doesn’t back down and waits for Luanes’ answer.

“Don’t stay here, let’s go down and talk.”

As I interrupted, Luanes nodded and hurriedly descended the stairs. He said he gets hurt when he runs, so Hanso chases after him, and the only ones left are me and the Dark Commander.

I’d like to look around the third floor a bit more, but I needed to get down and clear things up a bit.

As I and I went down the stairs alone, the Dark Magician asked indirectly.

“You know that was dark magic, right?”

“Yes.”

I don’t know what the process of growing up as a Heralhazard is for a boy named Luanes.

But given his talent, it didn’t seem particularly strange for him to use black magic at the age of 10 or so.

“Are you calm? Do you even know who that kid is?”

I pondered for a while at the black mage’s question. If it was a dark mage I knew, I would have answered without much worry, but the current black mage doesn’t know where it might bounce.

If I told her the truth about Heralhazard, I would rather have a different mindset.

You might wonder that a person from 200 years ago is here.

Adequate truth.

I tell you another truth about Heralhazard, thinking that that would be fine.

“You know Dante, right?”

“Hmm? Crazy guys shouting to save the continent? I know.”

“… ….”

“I only heard about it as a rumor. I heard that you’re approaching an outstanding warlock, but I haven’t seen you yet.”

The dark mage crosses his arms in a pity. Since he is still 18 years old, it seems that he is not skilled enough to receive Dante’s offer.

After all, you don’t have to tell him that he’ll get it later.

“I am the head of that place.”

“Oh?”

The dark mage suddenly turns his head to an unexpected truth. Even then, he asked with a curious mind.

“Are you Dante too?”

“It can’t be.”

“But how do you know?”

I met him many times in the game, and I killed him many times.

In fact, that boy’s life was like a trigger to a game over.

Such an answer rode on my tongue, but I swallowed it and arrived on the first floor without answering.

The dark mage looked embarrassed, but I didn’t bother to answer, so I didn’t ask any more.

When I came down to the first floor, Luanes and Hanso were talking to someone.

A person who covers his whole body with a white cloth-like robe and wears an expressionless iron mask.

“Do you know who that is again?”

Ignoring the black magician who asks me just like poking at a dog or a cow, I approach the three people.

“That’s how you live your life. Romuleus tells us so many things.”

‘Romuleus?’

A name I’ve never heard of.

Tall but thin.

It is only after hearing a mumbling voice inside the iron mask that he realizes that he is a man.

Perhaps one of the guests.

He sees me and the Dark Spirit and greets him with a shrug.

“Ah! Others are here! I am happy to be able to spread my gospel!”

At those words, the Dark Spirit and I both glared at Hanso at the same time.

“Wasn’t he saying that he would suddenly come and deliver a good message? I was wondering if you could tell me some rules we didn’t know about.”

I wanted to ignore him as it is, but I still wondered if the people here had some skills.

“Ha ha, everyone. It seems that he did so because he did not yet know the mercy of Romuleus. Please go to the restaurant and talk with me.”

“Come after you clean up this idiot.”

The Dark Spirit turns to the restaurant and leaves, saying he doesn’t even want to talk.

Hanso and Luanes naturally followed and left, leaving me and the man alone.

He shrugs his shoulders and expresses his embarrassment.

“Everyone is like that. When you first hear it, you’d think it’s just the stupid people around. But Romuleus is near us.”

“I don’t know about that.”

It was the first time I had heard the name Romuleus itself, so I had no choice but to give a vague answer.

But he thought I had responded, so he put his hands together and bowed his head as if praying.

“Who would have realized the reason from the beginning? Come with me We will tell you more about him.”

“Ha ha.”

Did I get it wrong?

Hanso to the Dark Spirit, and even Luanes.

Seeing only the outstanding characters in The Legend of Dreams, you might have mistakenly thought that the man in front of you would be great too.

It’s much more likely that he’s simply a pseudo-obsessed with a god he’s never even heard of.

“Just go.”

Don’t waste your time, leave him alone and turn around. I also head to the restaurant.

Hopefully he won’t come along and create unnecessary disputes.

According to the sound of my footsteps echoing in the entrance hall on the first floor, he opened his mouth again.

“Why are you so impatient?”

There was a strangely creepy feeling in the low voice. The important thing was that his threatening voice had a similar feeling to the bizarre sensation I had just felt on the 4th floor.

He stopped and slowly turned his head to see that he had taken off his mask.

Ususu Falling pure white hair.

The white eyes visible through the long hair down to the waist contained purity.

“How can you ignore me even though you have the name of a memorial service?”

“Do you know me?”

Did they come from a time zone similar to mine or from the future?

A look that will appeal not only to the opposite s*x but also to the same s*x. If I hadn’t been wearing a mask, I probably wouldn’t have been rejected by others like before.

“Ah, I can’t help but know. For us, you are a love-hate presence.”

“Love hate?”

“We exist because of you, but we really hate you.”

“I guess I need to relearn how to talk.”

Even though I shot at him who was just saying his own thing, his expression didn’t move.

No, unlike her bright voice and bouncy tone from earlier, her expression was stained with hatred.

“Is it from the future rather than me?”

I had never met a god named Romuleus or a fanatic wearing an iron mask, so I asked him, but he shook his head.

“The 11th rule. The further back the room is, the more people from the future. Are you number 110 at the end? I am room 109.”

It was the first time I knew that.

In the end, does this mean that there is no one who came to the future after me?

The question of whether or not I prevented the destruction of the continent did not seem to be so easily resolved.

As he was sneakily looking around the hall of dreams, he gritted his teeth and asked.

“Have you been to the 4th floor?”

“Yes.”

“What a disgusting place, isn’t it? It is nothing short of blasphemy. Tears of blood flowed.”

“…… It was you who found rules 27 and 29.”

The man gestured that it didn’t matter.

“To dare to embody a god is truly blasphemous. Archdemon Raeric will surely die.”

“If you want to enjoy talking to yourself, I’ll leave.”

The conversation doesn’t work anyway.

The words he spits out are interesting, but I don’t mean to keep losing the flow.

“My name is Mule.”

As I start to head back to the restaurant, the man shouts from behind that he is not wrong.

“You will find that the only ones who can truly comfort the soul are me and the followers who serve Lord Romuleus.”

“… ….”

“See you outside, Shinwoo Kim.”

“What?”

Poof.

Poo Woo Woo!

The sound of flesh being mashed was heard. When he turned his head in surprise, there was a mule lying on the floor with a stake driven into his neck.

His white robes are dyed red, and the blood soaking the floor lists the rules just like in the case of Jortu.

-11. The higher the room number, the more guests are coming from behind the times.

-15. There is no daylight in Nightmare.

-27. There are 110 guest rooms. There is no 111. If you find Room 111 and there are people staying there, kill them immediately. This is an uninvited guest.

-29. There is no 4th floor in Nightmare War.

It felt like a storm had passed.

Introducing himself as Mule, he is a zealot who serves an unheard-of god called Romuleus.

Content that was not in the game.

The fact that he knew my real name and the words he left behind, “We exist because of you,” Bothered me.

It’s already going very differently from the content of the game. The boss of one chapter, Finden Eye, has already been on my side, Dante has already started moving, the Clark Republic has collapsed, and Aria has stopped being a hero.

I know it’s hard to expect a game-like flow, but seeing really unexpected and bizarre things pop up, I was dizzy.

“After.”

It was a time when I especially wanted to hear the voices of others in the lab.