Chapter 19: Mess

Chapter 19: Mess

Emily, who had become a blue flame with the power to judge the dead, calmly walked toward Marks.

It was a calmness that was the exact opposite of the seething anger and resentment she was feeling, but Emily had learned it through experience - rather than a sudden attack, it was way more horrific when something you were afraid of approached you slowly, giving your brain enough time to imagine all the horrendous future that could happen next minute.

In fact, she had learned it from Marks himself; Stuck in the iron cage, every time the sound of the researchers footsteps was heard, she always trembled in fear thinking that she might not be herself at the end of the day, just like the other people who were once locked behind bars.

Remembering those days, even the momentary time to reach Marks was being used as revenge. Which was indeed effective as Marks could do nothing but tremble and kneel.

[I, I was wrong! I had no choice but to listen to Detros Verdis orders!]

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[I mean the victim! Yes! I am a victim too! He said that if we dont do that, he will kill us all!]

Emily looked down blankly at Marks, who was pounding the ground while shedding tears.

He shouted as he frantically ran his hands through his chest.

[Please! I beg you, please have mercy on me... just a little mercy!]

It seemed that even if he was asked to lick her feet, he would.

Emily suddenly stopped and stood motionless.

Where did Detros Verdi find out about the existence of the monster named In-gol-Chung?

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Thats why when I intervened, Marks glared at me with his eyes.

If I could have joked at a time like this, I would have definitely made one with a sneering face. But the only way I could treat someone like him was in a cold, emotionless way.

"Why did Detros have to choose a soul-stealing human-Centipede? There were many other monsters. Why did he choose one that requires human bones so desperately and is not well-known to people?"

[De-us!!]

Marks spat out my name like he was vomiting. I recited a page from Detros Verdi's diary like a biblical verse, ignoring him.

On November 25th, a man named Marks came to see me. He explained that the recent surge of immigrants crossing over the North Whedon Mountains was an ominous sign of war.

His words were so intriguing that I found myself caught up in them at one point during our conversation. I didn't realize it at the time, but as I'm writing this journal, it occurred to me that he may have been using me to fulfill his own desires instead of serving the kingdom's cause.

However, what does it matter? If he succeeds, I'll only gain from it, and even if he fails, it's no different from killing the immigrants crossing over the mountains.

He has the knowledge, and I have the materials.

There was no need to say more. After speaking, I glanced at Marks, who was grinding his teeth and shouting from afar.

[Damh! Verdis will always be idiots! I told him not to leave such records even if we fail and die! What a fool, exposing his own ignorance after his death!]

Marks, who was revealed to be the real instigator and the originator of the plan, looked up at Emily.

But despite having heard the whole truth, Emily just stood still.

Seeing her, I let out a sigh with a soft smile.

Ha.

She was truly a delightful girl.

Her bubbly personality had made even me, who was supposedly an adult, think of myself as only an eight-year-old kid.

What, what? What did you just laugh at?

....

Finden Ai was surprised at my sudden laughter, while Deia made a complicated expression.

The two of them could only see the flames in the shape of Emily, but Marks was invisible, so they couldnt understand what was going on, but I had no intention to explain.

[Excuse me.]

Finally, Emily opened her mouth. Marks trembled with flattery and slammed his forehead on the ground.

[I'm reflecting! I know how foolish I was! That's why...!]

[Did you expect something?]

[W-What?]

Marks' pupils slowly crawled up, like a bug, and when they reached Emily's face, his eyes widened and his mouth involuntarily opened, speechless.

[Ah, ah Ahhh!]

Seeing her smile and realizing that Emily never had any intention of forgiving him, he let out a strange noise.

[Why, youve already done that to us a few times, didnt you? Making us hope you'll spare us and then taking us away for the experiment, a fate worse than death.]

[Ahh.]

[This is fun. I think I know why you laughed so much while doing that to us.]

Snap.

Emilys hand grabbed Marks wrist.

[Kuaaaah!]

Marks wrist began to burn, and he screamed, thrashing around.

For him, a delicate girl's palm had turned into a flame, and there was nowhere to escape.

[Stop it! Stop it! It's burning! It hurts! It hurts!]

[Ah, I really like your expression.]

Smack!

Emily grabbed the struggling spirits flailing face with her other hand.

[Gag! Ugh! Aaaaaaah! Spare me! Spare meeeeee!]

Although he felt the pain of his face and wrist being burned, there was no actual trauma. Because

[You are already dead.]

Yes, because he had already died.

Erica frowned, not understanding, but Karen realized what he meant as soon as she saw the man behind him.

You've brought a necromancer. They are quite a rare sight.

"Good, doing a lot of mercenary work has made you quite knowledgeable and sharp."

Thats how Karen and Erica also joined the group.

Trying to avoid standing next to Gideon, Erica stepped forward with determination and stood next to the man in all black.

"May I ask you something?"

Anything.

The necromancer giggled and gave a relaxed smile. An unpleasant feeling surged up, but Erica tried to hold it in and asked.

"There's a professor at the academy who was aware of the circumstances even before the strange incidents occurred."

"...."

Upon hearing her words, not only the necromancers but the others' ears also perked up.

It was Deus' story.

"Do you know how that professor knew that?"

"Hehe," the necromancer let out a small laugh that everyone in the group could recognize as mockery.

"There are sometimes people like that, who have a sensitive sense of the dead. But that's all. When you think about it, they're just third-rate who only know how to run away. They can't control or suppress demons like me. Isn't that why the academy is still overflowing with evil spirits like this?"

"....Is that so?" Erica internally breathed a small sigh of relief. Frankly, the more she delved into the situation, the more she felt that Professor Deus was involved with black magic. Fortunately, according to this strange mans words, that didnt seem to be the case.

"Ugh, sending such a trivial letter with an insignificant ability."

Haha, Professor Deus missed his genius opportunity to be reinstated.

Gideon laughed and sympathized with the Dean, who snorted, saying, Its okay.

Erica pretended not to hear them and continued to ask the necromancer.

Actually, there is an evil spirit I am looking for-

"-Stop."

Saying that the necromancer also stopped in his tracks.

It was right in the middle of the fourth-floor corridor.

"Let's start here. This can be considered the center of the building."

With those words, the necromancer immediately slammed his staff on the floor.

A massive amount of mana began to explode out of him like clay bubbling and soon it turned into the shape of a person's palm.

But the fingers of Mana Palm kept stretching out and their tips also took the shape of a palm. Just like that, the magic of the necromancer split into hundreds of palms in just a few seconds.

And inside those palms, the faces of the dead wailing in agony could be seen.

He is a necromancer with considerable skill. Professor Gideon, where did you find him? With this level of skill, if he set his mind to hide, no one would be able to find him.

"Haha, it's a secret."

To Karen's question, who had seen the necromancers several times, Gideon gave a friendly smile and evaded giving any details.

Indeed, it was an incredible skill.

Even considering that it was a necromantic skill, the moment Erica thought that this strange mans skills seemed even superior to herself, who was a professor-

Thunk. Tunk.

-His staff fell to the ground, rolling to Erica's foot. The mana in the shape of a palm was burned and disappeared into the air.

The Necromancer was looking at the professors.

His body stood still with his back facing them just like before, but his neck was twisted and the eyes behind his mask seemed to be blank as if frozen.

"Huh?"

Thud.

That was it.

With his neck turned, the necromancer let out a scream, not knowing what was happening with his twisted neck, and collapsed, rolling down the stairs.

No one could say or do anything.

Just then-

[Kekekekeke!]

-The dreadful laughter of the girl, the same laughter they had heard before, echoed throughout the corridor.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

And soon, the sound of heavy footsteps also came from the stairs.

"Why is he here...?"

The one-armed skeleton warrior, known to appear only in the central corridor of the first floor, was leaping up the stairs with tremendous agility.

Crack!

He immediately trampled the Necromancers body which was rolling down the stairs, crushing it into a lump of flesh.

Swish! Kwadeuk! Swish! Kwadeuk!

Then drawing his sword in an instant, he started hacking, slashing, and stomping on the Necromancers corpse over and over again.

--- End of The Chapter --

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