I Became The Academy Necromancer

“We have come to collect the savior of this land.”

At the woman’s words, Findenai immediately thrust her axe forward, aiming for the neck.

There was no hesitation; if the woman had moved forward by even a little, a deep wound would have been left on her neck.

However, even though the cold edge of the axe was right in front of her, the woman did not flinch in the slightest.

“Savior, you must come with me. Do you intend to just stand by quietly when so much has changed already?”

“Will you shut up?”

Even though Findenai warned her that she would not hold back any longer, the woman continued speaking.

“The destruction of the continent is drawing nearer. Are you, the savior, going to fail again?”

“…!”

Again.

Those words shook Aria’s heart.

Again?

If she failed in this round as well, would she experience this life again?

Even if everyone forgot about her, must she bury them deep in her heart and once again save the continent in agony?

Would she also lose the current professor?

The moment she thought about it…

Pow!

Findenai’s fist struck the woman’s face.

The woman fell back and sprawled on the ground.

“I warned you.”

Merely using her fist to strike the woman, instead of her axe, already showed Findenai’s remarkable patience.

“Hm?”

Though the sensation of the solid blow remained in her fist, Findenai slowly adjusted herself with a strange discomfort.

Ignoring their fallen comrade on the ground, the other devotees continued to pressure Aria.

“Will you let it end like this?”

“The continent will eventually perish.”

“Nothing will be resolved if you remain silent.”

“Do you want to see the end of the continent once again?”

“Step back!”

Findenai gestured for Aria and Owen to step back further. The atmosphere could only be described as fanatical devotion bordering on madness.

Findenai swung her axe towards those devotees whose blind faith alone could strike her entire body.

Whoosh!

Her axe cut through the air, passing them without causing any harm.

“…!”

At that moment, Findenai recalled the conversation between the Saintess and Deus in the waiting room.

Ordinary weapons could not even scratch Mul.

He was displaying arrogance as if to say that even if he was a fallen god, no one would be able to lay a hand on him unless they possessed a weapon worthy enough to go against him.

“So, you are not just merely his tail… Are you also part of that creature?”

The moment Findenai arrived at that conclusion…

Pwaccccckkk!

The bodies of the women who came to find them began to swell up, like they were going to explode, their clothes tearing in all directions.

All that remained were remnants of the ruined god; tentacles that looked more disgusting than a demonic monster.

The tentacles had eyes and teeth packed closely together, and despite their appearance, they recognized Findenai and rushed straight at her.

Fwooosssssh!

Smoke spewed from the War Shoes Findenai was wearing as she floated in the air. She attempted to swing her axe at the tentacles rushing toward her, but it only passed through them again.

“Ah, this thing is so damn useless!”

Eventually, Findenai discarded her axe as she kicked the ground and raised her fist.

“Though the attack landed when I punched her earlier.”

The red gloves Findenai was wearing, the Hand of Hemomancy made it possible.

Because the item Deus had gifted her was indeed a high-grade item in the game.

POWWWW!

In fact, Findenai’s judgment was correct. She twisted her waist, and swung her arm in full force, landing a solid punch on the tentacles.

Although it was unintentional, she ended up fighting with her bare hands. As someone who was a part of the Revolutionary Army, Findenai was indeed accustomed to unarmed combat.

Her graceful movements, striking the advancing tentacles, resembled those of a boxer.

However, there were too many tentacles.

As they swelled, the tentacles gradually increased in number, and Findenai’s fists lacked decisive destructive power.

“First, I think we should break through and run away.”

“S-shouldn’t we call for Soul Whisperer?!”

When Owen shouted while holding Aria’s hand tightly due to fear, Findenai replied with a growl.

“There’s a silence spell cast over the spectator seats, remember? You have to go to the venue to call him!”

“Let me help you.”

Eventually, Aria, who was actively trying to avoid any form of combat, if possible, drew her greatsword, Duathane. However, at that moment…

Kkieeeeek!

A blue flame rose from the end of the tentacle outside the door and burned the tentacle thoroughly.

It didn’t take long for the flames to spread and turn the rest of the tentacles into ashes.

At first, they thought that Deus Verdi had returned.

Because the blue flames were indeed similar to what he used.

However, they could still see Deus’ figure on the screen in the waiting room.

A person with all the color drained from his white hair stood outside the door.

“Who are you?”

Although the appearance of a man she had never seen before made Findenai tense…

“Y-you are…!”

Aria recognized him.

Because when she cut that man’s neck in the first round, the destruction of the world was sealed in fate.

It was a face that she would never be able to forget.

The Leader of Dante.

“I came to pay off my debt to Deus. So follow me. At least for today.”

Crush.

When he clenched his fist, a faint white smoke erupted from his entire body. It was the magic of a Necromancer, but there was no soul visible.

After demonstrating that unique power, Luaneth declared.

“You will not die here.”

***“Hmm?”

The debate was still in progress.

Sitting in the spectator seats, Deia was currently sniffing something.

She got the faint smell of something like grilled squid, but dismissing it as nothing, she turned her gaze back to the stage.

“I never imagined so many people would come forward to help Deus.”

“Stop sobbing so pathetically like that.”

Looking at Darius shedding tears, Deia felt like her brother was pathetic as she commented on it.

However, she, too, felt grateful to the people who came forward to this stage to give their testimonies about Deus.

Moreover, she was proud of Deus, who took action swiftly for their sake, even when he was in a position where people were unreasonably uncomfortable around him as a Dark Mage.

Didn’t he say that he would become an older brother I could be proud of?

He had truly become the pride of the Verdi Household.

“Cough cough!“

“What’s wrong? Why are you like that?”

Suddenly, they heard a coughing sound coming from beside them.

It was blunt, yet for an instant, it sounded more like the cry of a demonic monster than a human.

“Cough! Why is my throat like this?”

More people started coughing sporadically, but Deia quickly found the common link.

“Aren’t they all followers of Mul?”

They were wearing rosaries shaped like an eye around their necks.

And it seemed people in the debate hall hadn’t noticed this abnormality due to the silence magic.

“Deia, there’s something strange.”

Embracing his younger sister, Darius placed his hand on the sword tied to his waist.

***The debate continued.

However, the tide was eventually turning in our favor.

People who I didn’t even expect had come to speak for me.

Starting from Saintess Lucia, followed by the bishops who followed her and even King Orpheus himself.

They had prepared thoroughly for today’s debate while I traveled to Graypond.

[However, it was only possible because you have been working so hard all this while.]

Seemingly reading my thoughts, Stella naturally approached me with a big smile.

After nodding at her words, I looked at Mul.

There was no change in his expression.

He was still smiling, wearing a kind expression, and staring at my side.

However, judging by the atmosphere of the other bishops behind him, it was clear that the tide of the debate had changed.

“Deceiving citizens with Holy Power is undoubtedly a serious crime. And Deus Verdi should bear responsibility for that.”

Lucia touched on each point, one by one.

“But he has indeed returned the Holy Grail, comforted many dead, and helped numerous people.”

It would have been a different case if I were an ordinary devotee or a type of Saint like the Saintess.

“Another important point is that the title ‘Soul Whisperer’ was directly bestowed by His Majesty the King, not a duty he gained through being chosen by God and endowed with Holy Power.”

“…”

“This place is not for judging whether he possesses Holy Power or how he wielded it, but to assess his qualifications as the Soul Whisperer.”

The bishops standing behind Mul let out a low groan. In the end, they had learned how the victory was determined.

It was true that the man named Mul might have been able to perform miracles; however, the position of Soul Whisperer was bestowed by the King, not by God.

“It seems that you were somewhat mistaken about the title he bears.”

Lucía spoke bluntly as she stared at Mul, so eventually, Mul had no choice but to slowly drop the smile from his lips.

“Ahem.”

Recognizing that the outcome had already been decided, the moderator Ropelican tried to gather and organize the opinions. However…

“It is not over yet.”

I’m sorry, but it is our turn now.

I appreciated that, in order to protect me, they had gathered many people here to provide testimonies about me.

However, on the contrary, instead of protecting me, they had given me more time to tear apart Mul’s facade or, more precisely, to expose the fraud he was committing.

“Bring over the girl named Charlie, the one he resurrected.”

Mul’s forehead furrowed even more at my words. Despite his unwilling expression, Charlie, who was waiting in the back as a witness to the miracle, showed up at the venue at Ropelican’s demand.

Ooongggg.

At the same time, the soul of the girl hidden within me emerged. And just as I had shown the Dark Spiritualist’s appearance to reveal the correct answer to my students, I made her visible to the audience.

This time too, I gave color to the soul. The semi-transparent form gradually became more distinct and was soon visible to everyone.

[Ah.]

Back when I had done this with the Dark Spiritualist, I had to make contact with her and her voice couldn’t be heard.

And I hadn’t just been idling all this while; the magic I performed on the girl was implemented more intricately.

[A-am I really awake now?]

By utilizing my mana, Charlie’s voice resonated and spread throughout the hall through the microphone.

When I asked Findenai and Deia to explain what Mul was doing to save people, I heard that the souls of the two boys emerged and were absorbed by the god.

However, this woman, Charlie, was different.

Her soul remained invisible, and she was resurrected because of her excellent faith.

Since it wasn’t possible to revive the dead, I judged that Romuleus had taken over Charlie’s body after discarding her soul.

That was why I visited that place to find Charlie’s soul and bring it here.

[Ah, ah ah.]

Charlie began to shed tears as she looked around, fixed her gaze on Mul and shouted loudly.

[How could you do that! I came to receive your blessing! I came because you promised to pray for me!]

That was the truth hidden behind the veil.

The dirty laundry of the fallen god that only the deceased knew of.

[That man killed me! He put something else in my body!]

Not just the bishops backing Mul but the audience was also swept away by the shock.

The bishops, who had already sensed defeat in the debate, began to subtly distance themselves from Mul.

“T-Then, who is this woman before us now?”

One of the bishops, who had somewhat regained his composure, pointed to Charlie standing upright at the center of the podium and asked.

One was a Charlie with a real body.

The other was a Charlie in the form of a soul.

It was clear that one of them was clearly lying.

Crash!

In order to reveal the truth, I transformed my mana into magic, and the moment it touched her skin…

Kududududuk!

The woman who was Charlie turned into a giant tentacle and shot up high into the sky.