I Became The Necromancer Of The Academy Chapter 111

Chapter 111 – 111. Epilogue

The moment I saw the scarlet hair seen from the rooftop, I already knew her identity.

Dina, a monster surgeon who transplanted a magical beast into her body.

Among Dante’s monster surgeons, she had unique abilities and was a monster who ate everything.

When I was playing Retry, the woman who appeared as a named mob when dealing with Dante.

By then, you’ll be good at playing the game, so you’ll be able to deal with it without difficulty.

When I saw it directly in front of my eyes, the momentum was extraordinary.

Well, it’s only natural that Aria was the one who easily dealt with Dina in the game.

[Have multiple demonic beasts been transplanted?]

The returned dark spirit is calm, so he observes Dina and gives his opinion. It was certainly persuasive, but I shook my head.

“No, there is only one demon beast.”

[yes? but… … .]

“The human body is not strong enough to implant multiple magical beasts.”

But still, the reason why it looks like there are multiple demons in it.

That’s because I put that type of demonic beast into my body. And when I saw it, it wasn’t just a magic beast.

“There may be some demonic beasts that eat mana. But I have never heard of a demon that can even eat a soul and digest it as its own.”

I continued speaking while looking at Dina, who was turning into something hideous with a crackling sound.

“That is not a simple demon, but something that combines a demon and a monster.”

[And then he transplanted it back into his body? That sounds really crazy… … If it’s Dante, it might be possible.]

“Yes, I guess so.”

It was an eccentricity that was entirely possible for Dante, who had several warlocks gathered together.

To give an example, there was a human bone bug.

It was a monster, but it became a parasite on Emily’s body and materialized.

A youkai and a high-level demon were fused together, and Dina transplanted that into her own body.

Truly a stroke of luck.

It was a crazy act worthy of the term ‘mad wizard’, but Dante had the skill to make it possible.

I thought it might have similar characteristics to a Chinese monster called Tam. A monster that ate everything and eventually even ate itself.

This is because it can eat not only the whole body with its mouth, but also intangible things such as mana and soul.

[So what are you going to do? Can you solve this?]

“You’ll be surprised at how simple it is.”

At my words, the dark spirit is grinning from behind the black cloth. She says she is dumbfounded and leans on her shoulder for no reason.

[Then shouldn’t you have moved a little earlier? Me and Findenai had a hard time.]

“If the goal was to kill Dinah, that would have been the case.”

But my purpose was to see the monsters off. After the darkness realized that she was Dina, he decided that there was no need to chase after her.

Anyway, if it were her, the procession of monsters would come to her on her own.

All I had to do was send the monsters off and deal with Dina as a bonus.

[What are you going to do?]

Dina gradually becomes hideous. The sight of her with her entire body turned into a mouth was so bizarre that people screamed and stood back.

No matter what, you can’t look at something like that while smiling.

That’s why I planned to kill Dina as quickly as possible. She was already disrupting this procession just by her presence.

Once again, I took out the Lemegeton.

Originally, it was something that would have struggled quite a bit. Even when he appeared as a named mob, his persistent stamina and resilience were impressive.

“We need to let them know that if they put anything in their mouths, it will hurt their bodies.”

I took out a black gem from my pocket. It’s a pity, but the game is ultimately a mess. This is a world that represents games.

And I was given a jewel that could only be called a fraud.

He turned into a complete monster and threw the Remegeton towards Dina’s mouth, who seemed to have lost all thought.

gulp.

Dinah’s steps stop after eating it. In an instant, black light begins to emanate from her body, and spirits pour out from the mouth of her entire body as if escaping.

[…] … is this right?]

Although he fought so hard, it seemed a little unfair to the dark spirit that death was so meaningless.

Findeneye and the dark spirit fought for their lives, but I just threw a Remegeton and it was resolved, so I guess I’m upset.

“That means she wasn’t an important character in this story.”

Of course, there was a reason why the two had to fight.

If Findeneye and the Dark Spirit hadn’t fought beforehand and drained Dina of her physical strength and mentally pushed her into it, she wouldn’t have turned her whole body into a monster like that.

In that case, of course I wouldn’t have swallowed the Lemegeton I had.

In the end, everything happens so well that if the build-up is solid, the results come out so well that it’s almost in vain.

[It’s a little unfair.]

Still, ignoring the grunting dark spirit, I feel the Remegeton inside him.

Actually, this was also an experiment.

I felt the energy of Lemegeton stronger and I became convinced that it was looking for me.

I also felt confident that the connection with Lemegeton was becoming stronger.

I clearly knew at what point this started.

‘Ever since Stella fell asleep.’

Former saint Stella.

After she started sleeping inside me, the assimilation rate of Remegeton began to increase even more.

I was convinced that this was probably because the Great Devil Velika had assimilated with Stella.

Originally, I felt like I was simply borrowing and using Remegeton.

Now he has become the real owner.

Although it was unintentional, it could be seen that Remegeton recognized me as a person thanks to the presence of Stella and Velika.

“Kyaaaaaaaaa!”

Dina screams and twists her body. As her back spins, she breaks and is unable to digest all the evil spirits running rampant inside her body.

Of course.

“They say it eats up everything, but that’s just a formula. There’s really no way you can eat everything in the world.”

If she truly eats everything without limits in her stomach, wouldn’t she be the ruler of this continent?

“It’s just a demonic beast with a bit of appetite.”

Dina, who was twisted, eventually falls down without being able to control her body. And a procession of monsters passing over it.

thud!

thud!

thud!

The monsters walked past Dina without even recognizing her presence, and she was gradually crushed and lost her human form.

I use my mana to create a light fog that prevents people around her from seeing her devastation.

“You seem to be a bit of a picky eater.”

In the end, what was left there was a stone of evil spirits, emitting an ominous light even among the soggy mass of corpses.

It is not an item comparable to the Holy Grail for nothing.

The effect was clear.

[This is how I learned everything about you from Dante.]

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Dawn was gradually rising. The procession of monsters was coming to an end, and people were applauding us for putting on a great performance even though we were exhausted.

[Remegeton and my presence were both discovered. From now on, Dante will prepare well when dealing with you.]

“Know.”

When I stretched out my hand, Lemegeton wrapped itself around my hand, recognizing it as its owner. It was a little dirty, so I used magic to create water and lightly wash it.

“But I, too, will continue to become stronger.”

Extends the Lemegeton and absorbs the souls of those who have just died. This is the second time.

I have a soul that I have arbitrarily bound.

I needed to replenish my strength to fight Dante, so the soul of Dina, a warlock, would be of great help to me.

[…] … be careful.]

The dark spirit saw that and looked at me, saying he was worried. He wondered if he was like that because of the battle with Dante, but the story behind him tells us that’s not the case.

[You are like me and Dante. I hope you don’t get too caught up in black magic.]

“… … .”

[When dealing with souls, no matter how iron-willed a person may be, they end up seeing them as expendable items.]

I understand what she’s worried about. She was afraid that I would abandon my current beliefs and become like ordinary warlocks.

[If you start to break down due to lack of strength, you will eventually forget that you are human, like the current monster surgeon.]

“okay.”

[To fight monsters, please do not become a monster.]

“Keep that in mind.”

At my words, the dark spirit carefully hugged me and then quickly disappeared.

End of the festival.

As the sun rises, people clean up after themselves, laughing and chatting about how much fun they had.

They were happy to reflect on the memories from just a few hours ago, and were thankful to the monsters who gave them a unique time.

And among the crowd.

A boy walked towards me.

She seems to have stopped dressing as a woman and has taken off her wig and changed her skirt into pants.

I asked, looking at Owen.

“How was it?”

Before the festival starts.

I told Owen to feel and learn a lot from today’s festival.

“I think I understand now why the monsters couldn’t disappear.”

Owen opens his mouth and I listen calmly. I was relaxed and ready to wait.

“They wanted more from me than a grandfather. That’s what I was looking forward to. “I wanted it to go away with joy, not comfort.”

Owen always followed in his grandfather’s footsteps, so he never thought or acted independently when it came to monsters.

That was the failure of the boy who walked down the wrong path.

“You showed that to me. “It’s the first time I’ve seen those kids smile like that and disappear with such satisfaction.”

The corner of the boy’s mouth slowly rises. She smiles as she looks at the brilliant light of the sun and thinks of the poor people who have left.

“Thank you for the enlightenment.”

I stroke Owen’s head again.

“Your grandfather, Auster, was a comforting musician.”

But Owen is different.

If you recall that Auster’s last performance to Owen was an impressive song with heightened excitement.

“You are a pianist who plays with joy.”

“… … !”

A small fist clenched.

But the sense of mission contained within it.

It seemed as if the boy could already see the future of how many people he would bring smiles to with his small hands.

“Come with me, Owen.”

“yes?”

“I value your abilities highly. “You have the ability to walk the same path as me.”

However, it will be in a different way than mine. That’s why I needed him.

“When I’m lost, I might need your playing.”

Owen swallowed hard and tried to take my hand, but stopped for a moment.

“B-but if I’m not there, monsters will appear in Claren again.”

Ultimately, Claren is a city of artists.

Monsters born from their imaginations will continue to appear.

“That’s why we held this festival.”

Of course, the opposite was also possible.

“I plan to turn today’s event into a form of thought with the name of Hundred Ghost Nights.”

“yes?”

Thought forms were not limited to monsters. Thoughts could become attached to any unique phenomenon itself.

Things like school ghost stories were representative examples of that category.

“Just as artists’ imaginations become monsters, the hopes of people who look forward to this event to be held every year will once again create today’s scenery.”

Just one day every year.

There will be a day when monsters will appear.

“ah… … .”

Owen lets out an exclamation. They seemed to realize that if this were to happen, there would no longer be a problem with the monsters disappearing every year.

“There is no need for you to be here anymore.”

Just as Auster wanted.

I wanted to show the boy a wider world.

I planned to teach and show the boy as much as I needed.

“okay.”

Kuuk.

Owen’s hand slowly reaches out and holds my hand tightly. It was a hand filled with a firm will to accompany me.

So we head back to the hotel. Now the story of Claren, the city of artists, has come to an end.

The time has come to leave again.

Like an epilogue, Owen trembled and turned his head towards me.

“But why did my grandfather and I have abilities?”

I gave a gentle answer to him who said he couldn’t understand this much.

“What were your powers?”

“yes? “When I play the piano, I see spirits.”

I continue to ask questions to Owen’s confused answer.

“What were you trying to do with that ability?”

“Uh, I was trying to make the monsters become Buddhas.”

“Okay, then think about who needed that ability the most.”

“… … “Youkai?”

Owen looks at me with wide eyes. I smiled slightly as I looked at the innocent boy’s emotional expression.

“They didn’t come looking for you because you have abilities.”

An old virtuoso who can comfort even monsters through his outstanding technique and playing that touches people’s hearts.

A boy who fully empathizes with them, has a good heart, and will never let go of the piano.

“They chose you.”

It will also be the last gift left by the youkai to the boy who did not give up on them until the end.

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