I Became The Necromancer Of The Academy Chapter 106

Chapter 106 – 106. The inconsolable boy

Once Monumental Master Deius Verdi began to move properly, the rumor that he was in Claren, the city of artists, spread throughout the Kingdom of Sapsigeneral.

As some time has passed since the great debate, it has become less of a hot topic than in the past, but even so, as he, who is still a source of controversy, made his first appearance since being reinstated at the Academy, quite a lot of people’s attention was focused on Claren.

The bishops and nobles were all alert and paid attention to his actions.

In fact, what Deius Verdi did in Claren was to propose an event for Artists’ Day, a festival unique to Claren.

Some people took this as an opportunity and criticized him for pretending to be an artist and behaving as he pleases due to narcissism and artist’s disease.

Someone else was guessing that Deius might have a hidden reason for revealing something.

However, the person who was most dissatisfied with his casually revealing his identity was the woman staying at the loan shark’s office.

The main character is Dina, a monster surgeon belonging to Dante, a secret society of black magicians who carries the important responsibility of saving the world.

From Dina’s perspective, the current situation was on the verge of bursting into flames.

“You bastard! “You were hiding so tightly and then you showed your face like this?!”

When she smashes the desk with her fist, the expression on the owner, loan shark Wolfras, becomes distorted to the point of tears.

Wolfras was a man who had been engaged in usury from the beginning. Although he is not at the level of taking over the Claren area, he is the leader of a fairly competitive gangster organization.

But when he caught the eye of Dante, his life began to change.

Claren, which produces endless monsters born from the artists’ delusions, was good prey for Dante, and as he established a base, he used fishermanlike tactics to extort funds from loan sharks.

However, this did not mean that they were forcibly ripping off everything from private lenders.

Dante was lending power to them separately, teaching them how to leave an imprint on the person borrowing the money.

Thanks to this, private loan sharks were able to find borrowers even to the ends of the continent, and this was the driving force that allowed Wolfras to achieve a collection rate of 120%.

For reference, the reason it is 120% is because most people who run away have their organs completely emptied.

Since the price of a human life is higher than expected, it is possible to collect more than the original amount.

After paying off the debt, the remaining money should go to the debtor?

All of the organs have already been sucked out, so what’s the point of returning the money?

This was a place where you could repay by just removing the liver, but they also took out the heart and ate it.

anyway.

Because Dante’s members came occasionally, Volfras thought it was a profitable business that only needed to please them occasionally.

This time was different.

After learning that a memorial service named Deius Verdi was in Claren, Dina continued to stay there.

So I had no choice but to pay attention every day. Especially recently she was in a very bad mood.

“Ah-oh! We were trying to hide it from the members, but they all found out in the end! “I was trying to sneak a taste of it myself!”

Bang bang bang!

He unilaterally slams the desk, which was already split in half, completely shattering it.

“Whoa, what is it this time? What did you say? “What did you say you were doing?”

Her crimson eyes were fiercely glaring at him, and Volfras quickly responded.

“I heard it’s a festival! “Artists disguise themselves as their creations and enjoy the festival!”

Deius’ proposal, which was thought to be far-fetched, was received more favorably than expected.

Not only is it a unique festival like no other, but artists can show off their creations without pressure.

With only a few days left, artists were giving up performances and working hard to showcase their works that day.

“Ha, do you have any strange hobbies? “Our memorial service.”

Even as she muttered that, Dina felt puzzled.

“… … “Is it really because of that?”

The man with the memorial sign made his first move since the academy vacation. Did you really show up simply because you had a good idea for an event on Artist’s Day?

“If you think about it, he’s a warlock just like me.”

In particular, I heard that he was a necromancer with very keen senses. A crazy talent that allows him to recognize even small souls that even ordinary warlocks cannot properly recognize.

“Then you will see all the monsters in this land?”

Dina also saw some strong monsters, but not all of them.

That’s why the boy who attracts monsters when he plays the piano was needed.

“Heh, heh. “I don’t know the details of what you’re trying to do, but I know what you’re trying to do anyway.”

Dina looked out the window and drew a sinister smile on her lips.

I don’t know what menu was prepared, but I thought I might be an uninvited guest at the table prepared by the memorial service.

* * *

“Gasp.”

Artist’s Day is coming soon.

All of Claren’s artists were eager to present their work and become one themselves.

Thanks to this, there was a situation where the music that was playing in Claren 24/7 stopped for a while.

Nevertheless, Owen continues to play the keyboard.

From that day on, no loan sharks came to visit him, and he was regularly saving the money he earned from performing.

In addition, the landlady of Inn Leon felt sorry for Owen after hearing his story and gave him a room at a low price, so he had some money to spare by selling the house he lived in with his grandfather, which was difficult to maintain.

Is that why?

I really enjoyed playing the piano recently.

I stand at the piano in front of the central fountain again. Late at night, people pass by without much interest, but Owen sits down with a neat mind.

I put up the sheet music, but I actually didn’t need it. He just placed it in preparation for an unexpected situation.

“after.”

I gently close my eyes and gently press the familiar keyboard again.

As soon as one sound jumps out, other sounds start to follow, and soon it becomes a rhyme and permeates the city.

And the monsters pouring in.

The heavy breathing of monsters could already be heard nearby. I could tell that he had been waiting.

I was usually scared of their bizarre appearance, so I made a habit of playing the piano with my eyes closed.

The memorial service’s words pass through the boy’s mind as he presses the keyboard out of habit.

‘Soon all the monsters will disappear. Until then, do the best you can.’

“The best I can do.”

The boy continues to hit the keys. Still, he slowly opens his eyes.

My shoulders are shriveled by the strange monsters crowding around the piano.

They know that they are just getting close and not causing any harm to the piano or themselves.

therefore.

Owen cautiously turned his head.

The little boy notices the strange audience who come to listen to his performance.

A monster with hands for eyes, a monster with excessively large teeth that can’t close its mouth, a monster with dozens of hands, etc.

They were creatures that looked scary just by looking at them, but Owen struggled to keep his mouth shut.

“I’m about to say goodbye to you all.”

A murmur that no one can hear, buried in the sound of the piano.

But the monsters look at the boy as if they understand.

“The person called the memorial service said he would do something.”

What emotions do they have?

They come to listen to their own performance in order to destroy themselves.

What is the reason why they come to us so sad?

“ah.”

The answer, surprisingly, was in their eyes. The information in my head and the sight my eyes show me combine to arrive at the truth.

I played it countless times during that time, even though they came to visit me.

Nevertheless, he was able to understand things that he had not been able to recognize only now that the end was approaching.

“You knew you were causing harm.”

Strange monsters born from the mixing and tangling of artists’ wishes and aspirations.

They were not born because they wanted to, but because they knew that their existence was causing harm to the dead.

They wanted to disappear.

Through playing the piano, I wanted to receive comfort and disappear naturally.

I hoped to commit suicide.

When he thought about that, Owen felt sorry for these monsters that had gathered around him.

“I’m sorry for not being able to grant your wishes.”

Emotions come to the keyboard.

“I’m sorry I’m not good enough.”

Even now, just a little bit.

Wouldn’t there be at least one thing that could see them off?

With that wish in mind, the boy continued to play sincerely.

Before long, the performance ended with the final key pressed, and the monsters nodded as if to comfort Owen and dispersed again.

Finally, until the very end.

No one could comfort anyone.

To the monsters who chose death for others, even that death was not given properly.

Owen, acutely aware of his own shortcomings, takes his hands off the keyboard.

“at all… … .”

A bitter taste lingers on my tongue. In front of the piano, there were not even any people left, let alone monsters.

Owen expressed his honest feelings.

“It’s not fun.”

It was a moment when I started to hate the piano, which I had enjoyed my whole life.

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