I Became The Academy Necromancer
Chapter 326: Attack Plan

“We shall deploy a siege barrier. It is a masterpiece crafted through the collaboration of the Mage Tribunal Judges of Griffin and our dark mages from Jerman.”

Outside the Academy, where Deus Verdi was holed up in.

Rather than directly at the front, there was some distance, as the top commanders from various nations continued their meetings inside a tent set up in the center of the city.

“With this, the souls won’t be able to escape.”

Dark Mage Coltman confidently presented a blueprint outlining the structure of the spell. The containment spell drawn on the map of the Academy was indeed impressive.

“Hmm.”

At that very moment— although it was rather unexpected—Barctos Nikolay, Dante’s necromancer and the former director of the Weapon Development Department of the Clark Republic stepped forward while stroking his chin.

After the last raid, he fled to the Duchy of Valestan and secured a high-ranking position there.

In fact, the ironclad soldiers instrumental in bringing an end to Valestan’s civil war, were his creations.

Barctos let out his unique laugh. However, the atmosphere of people around him wasn’t exactly pleasant.

Aside from the Duchy of Valestan, no one else seemed particularly fond of him.

“Huheehe! But what’s the point of just trapping him? The one inside is a necromancer who controls millions of souls.”

Tilting his head, he asked playfully.

“Are you confident that you can break through the soul barrier? He will be fighting with magic imbued in every soul.”

This meant he could unleash as much magic as the number of souls contained within.

“Moreover, I’ve heard he possesses the soul of a dark mage who wields magic with immense protective power! Didn’t you already lose to her once, Coltman?”

“… We weren’t fully prepared back then, but honestly, I’m not sure we could’ve pierced through that magic even if we were.”

Gulp.

While the others nervously swallowed, Coltman, also swallowing his pride, coolly assessed the situation.

“In fact, she’s known as the Dark Spiritualist, a skilled necromancer who was hiding in Griffin. Huheehe!”

Finding it amusing, Barctos continued with his explanation.

Aware that the conversation couldn’t go on like this, eventually, Mage Tribunal Judge Tyren, the leader of the operation, stepped forward.

It felt like he could hear the voice of a man who had been imprisoned not that long ago.

- Dealing with souls is no different from fighting against formless mana. Unless you annihilate them, you cannot inflict any meaningful damage on them.

“In the end, souls have no physical form. Instead of fighting them, we should focus on blocking or avoiding them.”

- Do not fight, just endure. With your defensive abilities,Tyren, you would be suitedto be inthe vanguard. What you will need to face is the Necromancer himself.

“I will lead the way to break through along with the other Mage Tribunal Judges.”

- *Even if you attempt a siege, it will be minimal at best. After all, my mobility isn’t great, and I don’t control one powerful soul but countless weaker ones..*

“We won’t invest too much power into the siege. After all, he’s a necromancer, so his mobility isn’t that great.”

- *The Griffin Kingdom is still somewhat lacking when it comes to dealing with Black Magic. You could get help from a dark mage like Coltman from the Jerman Kingdom or those from the Clark Republic.*

• Even the Plaguebringer Becklin or the Blood Mage Pelestan, who are locked in the Magic Tower, would also be of great help.

“We also have a light magic user capable of breaking through the protective magic he possesses on our side. However, when it comes to confronting the necromancer directly, I’ve brought along several advisors for consultation. They are currently confined in another tent.”

- What you need to face is….

“Remember this. In the end, there is only one opponent we need to face.”

- The Necromancer himself.

“The Necromancer, Deus Verdi.”

Everyone’s expression turned to that of surprise. The tension that had been bottling up inside the tent gradually eased.

“Huheehe, well… I always thought Griffin was ignorant when it came to dealing with dark mages, but it seems I was wrong.”

Entomancer Barctos clapped his hands.

“It’s rather surprising. Honestly, I assumed you wouldn’t know much about Black Magic, but seeing how well-prepared you are, I can safely entrust the command to you.”

Coltman from the Jerman Kingdom even asked for a handshake.

As the preparations progressed step by step without a hitch, a sense of prospective success began to emerge.

Mage Tribunal Judge Tyren wore a bitter smile as he continued to lead the operation.

How would they react if he were to reveal that everything had been discussed so far had come from the necromancer inside the Academy?

He became curious for a brief moment, but decided to let it remain as just a curiosity.

***

[So what? I’m still here to accompany him. And I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but this land recognizes me as an inevitable being!]

It didn’t matter how much a Necromancer turned their back on the world, they still needed to eat.

Stepping inside the cafeteria, I was puzzled by the commotion coming from inside.

[Deus can see my form, hear my voice, and even touch me. This means the world desires me!]

“Have you gone crazy? What is all this talk about being an inevitable being? Given that your presence is inevitable, will you still be here if I cut off your head?”

[You could say that!]

Whoosh!

Findenai immediately swung her halberd. However, it merely passed through the Dark Spiritualist without causing any harm.

[…?]

“Hmm, maybe my body hasn’t fully absorbed the soul yet? Or is it just that I can’t use it properly?”

Findenai scratched her head, staring at her axe, while the Dark Spiritualist stared at her, frozen stiff.

[Kyaaaakkk!]

Only after realizing what just transpired did the Dark Spiritualist start screaming loudly, flailing her fists at Findenai, but it was like being hit by a pillow.

[Do you know how sad Deus will be without me?! Huh? Do you want to see him suffer forever?!]

It seemed like some strange misunderstanding had taken place.

Slightly baffled, I listened quietly, watching as Findenai swung her halberd once more.

Whoosh!

The halberd brushed past the Dark Spiritualist once more.

[Again?! You did it again! I’ll make you regret this!]

The Dark Spiritualist started jumping around in a frenzy.

“Sspp, maybe Master Bastard will rely on me more when you disappear?”

[You? Deus willrelyon you?! As his teacher, I’m the one guiding him, which is why he relies on me! Your position is no different from Fluffy or Fluffy II—a pet!]

“Ah, I was just joking, but your words are a bit too harsh.”

“And can you please stop making your chest bounce like that? It’s honestly annoying to watch.”

[Your choice of words is really the worst!]

Creak.

Thud.

I stepped back out and shut the cafeteria door behind me. It felt like I was about to witness something I didn’t need to see.

After washing my face, I even felt the urge to wash my eyes clean for no reason.

From the moment the Dark Spiritualist and Findenai were able to communicate with each other, I could have somewhat predicted that this scene would unfold.

However, I didn’t want to interfere for no reason.

So, I went back to my room.

Even if I was hungry, I felt like I’d be uncomfortable and probably feel bloated if I went in to eat now.

So I thought I’d just wait a little while and eat after the two of them came out of the cafeteria. Since everyone had fled in a hurry, there were still enough fresh ingredients left.

Come to think of it, I promised the girls I would teach them how to cook.

I remembered that I had planned to teach Aria and Eleanor how to cook after all this was over.

Since they had wanted to learn about the dishes I ate when I was still Kim Shinwoo, it seemed like something I’d need to give it a little thought.

…

Thinking about it that way, I was suddenly hit by a slight sense of homesickness. I never thought I would miss that life, but unexpectedly, I found myself yearning for the food, which felt a bit ridiculous.

It wasn’t the people that I missed—just the food.

Trying to bury the bitter feeling, I returned to the lab. Thanks to Professor Fel Petra neatly organizing everything for me to use comfortably before fleeing, it was very pleasant.

[Huh? Didn’t you go to eat?]

Stella, who had been gazing out the window, asked with confusion.

“I will go later.”

Unable to explain what was happening there, I simply let it go and stood beside Stella.

[Everyone has already gathered outside.]

She pointed to the outskirts of the academy.

A military force composed solely of elite soldiers had surrounded the academy.

It wasn’t just a battalion like the Griffin’s Mage Tribunal Judges.

Dark mages and desert warriors from the Jerman Kingdom.

Iron-clad soldiers, fully covered in heavy armor and carrying massive lances, from the Duchy of Valestan.

Martial arts masters from the Han Empire.

A variety of soldiers had gathered, brainstorming on how to strategize against me.

[It’s truly an encouraging sight that so many have gathered to protect the continent.]

Stella slowly turned her head toward me, a slight sadness in her eyes.

[But it hurts me that they’ve gathered for you.]

Carefully, she approached me and nestled into my chest, possibly wanting to feel alive, pressing her ear to my heart to listen to its beat.

[So, the reason you asked me about sin was because of this, wasn’t it? You already knew this would happen.]

“…”

[You already knew this would happen even before the god Velas came and told you that you had received the fate of Aria Rias, didn’t you?]

“I was not sure. It was just one of many speculations.”

Before the ending, Aria Rias too had experienced rapid and steep growth to the point of potentially being able to destroy the continent.

Fate was not like a scale that tipped entirely to one side. It was not like a judge who unilaterally took their side.

Like Aria Rias in the first cycle, I also possessed the power to sweep everything away, crush it, and destroy it.

And I was only expecting it to some degree.

Of course, I had never anticipated that the fate of Luaneth would be taken on by the Dark Spiritualist.

[And I once told you that I would never forgive those who sought forgiveness before committing a sin.]

Stella smiled bitterly.

However, not once did I think that her words were wrong.

“Stella.”

[Yes, Deus.]

Stella answered my call, her voice trembling as if begging me to say anything.

“Is there something you wish to do?”

[…Huh?]

However, my question was so unexpected that she looked surprised.

[Suddenly?]

As she said, it could be considered sudden, but on the other hand, it could also be said that it was a little late.

“They will slowly start coming now, and the time to put a period on the story of this so-called fate has come.”

[…]

“After that, we will have freedom, as the gods say. So, should we not find something to do?”

[Oh.]

As if she hadn’t thought about it, Stella made a subtle sound with her mouth open.

After contemplating for a short while, she rubbed her cheek against my chest and spoke.

[What will you do, Deus?]

“I suppose I will probably try my hand at farming. If it is not too difficult, I would like to plant some fruits.”

[Fufu, that sounds nice.]

She smiled warmly.

The heavy atmosphere from just a moment ago had already disappeared, and we were now imagining a joyful future, like planning a trip.

[I’ll plant a small flower next to it. And I’d like to give it to you as a gift.]

“…”

[When the hard farming tires you out, I’ll give you a massage in bed, and I’ll place the flower I planted on the bed.]

“…”

[Just thinking about it sounds fun.]

“Yeah.”

A faint smile spread across my face as well. Perhaps it was because I could envision such a future that I allowed Stella to hold me a little tighter.

There were moments in life like this—

A single incident I once overlooked carelessly.

Then, one day, it spiraled out of control and brought a crisis right to my doorstep.

I wish I had recognized it back then. But even as I regretted ignoring it, it was already too late.

Clunk.

“Master Bastard!”

[Deus!]

The two of them entered with plates piled up with some hideous things on top of them that clearly weren’t meant for eating.

I should have asked myself why these two were in the cafeteria.

I regretted rushing out because of the unpleasant scene and the uncomfortable conversation.

However, just as I mentioned, even though there was a chance to stop it, once the situation arrived, it was too late for regrets.

“I may have a shallow sense of emotions.”

I glanced down at the two discarded items they handed me for dinner and said,

“But my sense of taste is not.”

Being a necromancer didn’t mean I had the benefit of having two lives.

***

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