Chapter 72.1 - The First Year at the Academy - A Pledge (1)

Chapter 72.1 - The First Year at the Academy - A Pledge (1)

Chapter 72.1. The First Year at the Academy – A Pledge (1)

Two days passed in the early afternoon, and I was at home, diligently preparing for the day.

I prepared food and wine, carried them into the living room, and set them on the table.

The council was in an uproar over the Lislia incident.

We, merely hired hands, were dismissed early, and Elphimia, as one of the parties involved, was pressed for questions and asked for cooperation. We had given the keys to the "Trephas Masnito" the hidden house of the ghosts, to the dean, but they needed her ability to break in.Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.

She suspended her search for her grandmother until she settles down.

"Here they come!"

When the preparations were ready, "Battle Axe of Destruction" came in with Markant in the lead.

I had invited them to my home as a thank you for suddenly sending them out to help. We could have gone to a bar, but neither they nor I were in the mood for that.

I was told that the council paid me handsomely for my services as an adventurer. I heard it was a bargain for such a short time of work. No doubt, it included hush money.

"Oh, there's even a table and chairs. It looks more like a house than before."

"It was a house before. Come on, take a seat."

The party began without any formal greetings.

Everyone poured sake and served food as they pleased.

I bought all the food. I've lived alone for a long time, so I've learned to do a little, but I still eat out.

"Cold!"

Markant stirred the ale with relish.

Drinks are kept cold in a large basin.

Since the users of freezing magic can produce ice, they are not sober enough to eat during the summer months. At least at the high-class inns during the examinations, liquor and water are often served cold. Incidentally, when I was in Reedwald, I was producing the ice.

Valerie's casual mutterings met with Danil's agreement.

Unless the entire land is abandoned like a labyrinth, the human realm will be restored even if it is destroyed.

There was little groundwork for powerful undead to arise, and powerful undead like the Revenants rarely occurred. If you wanted to do a full-scale investigation, that would be difficult without going to the Land of the Dead.

"Well, I wondered, was The Axe of Sacred Strike that powerful?"

Lislia's entire body turned to ash at the touch of her fingertips.

Cleansing the upper undead is no mean feat.

Markant shakes his head at my question.

"It's a special effect, though I've never seen anything like that before. I'm not sure."

"That's something that–"

Valerie opens her mouth and continues, troubled.

"I think it's because she accepted death, annihilation."

"That's absurd. They're undead, remember?"

What else could it be?"

He asked her again, and Markant was at a loss for words.

The exchange between the two reminded me of Lislia.

Suddenly, the image overlapped with that golem.

It was like a robot without any substance. I wondered if that was also a kind of golem.

And if Esard had not given the order, or had died before he could give it–?

Her creator is gone, with no role or purpose.

An empty revenant may be born.