I Became The Academy Necromancer
Chapter 328: The Guardian Deity of The Academy

KABOOOM!

With the intense sounds of battle erupting in the background, Owen continued pressing the piano keys.

It was a small piano so inferior compared to the one he used in the royal palace, that it didn’t even warrant a comparison.

However, Owen knew that he was now playing more cheerfully than ever before. He felt truly alive.

The music echoing from the tiny piano not only spread beyond the battlefield but also resonated throughout the city and reached the academy.

This was due to the ability of the boy, Owen Valtany.

His music contained the power to draw in the deceased and yokai.

And at some point, the spirits had gathered around him before he even realized it.

Most of them were spirits who were with Deus.

And following Owen’s wish, they amplified the boy’s music using the mana they contained.

The music grew louder.

The piano was old and small, the keys couldn’t even be pressed properly, and the pedals creaked annoyingly.

However, the boy didn’t feel as if he was playing alone, but with everyone.

He then turned his gaze beyond the keys and toward the Loberne Academy—the towering main building.

Will my performance reach them?

Starting from his mentor, the Soul Whisperer Deus Verdi, followed by the Dark Spiritualist and Stella, who also taught him.

Owen wanted to share this with them.

To show them the path he had chosen, the proof of his enlightenment and growth.

So, he continued to play, tirelessly offering his music to the spirits he had called.

He wanted to let them know.

Even if it was premature, he wanted to answer confidently.

Even if you leave, I will be the one to bring solace to the spirits of this land.

Immersed in his performance, the boy played with even more passion.

And as he communed with the spirits that came to him, he began to gain a more clear understanding about what he could do.

Owen Valtany’s lips curved into a faint smile.

It didn’t matter if he couldn’t perform necromancy.

And it didn’t matter if he couldn’t carry out a great achievement.

The role of a Soul Whisperer was solely to provide comfort to the spirits of the dead.

As Owen continued playing, he could feel as though he finally found his place.

This was the true debut stage for the boy, which would later earn him the title of the second Soul Whisperer.

The boy asked the spirits approaching him sincerely.

“Please.”

Help me.

“So, my melody may reach him.”

* * *

What in the world was going on?

To put it in simple terms, it felt like being a toy in a child’s play.

“We’re being pushed! We’re being pushed back!”

“Damn it! What the hell is this?”

“Hold the formation! Don’t allow them to push us back!”

Even though some of the most elite soldiers on the entire continent were gathered here, they were unable to even surpass two young girls.

It seemed so bizarre and unrealistic that it felt like someone was playing a prank.

“…”

The black-haired girl, Aria Rias, who had been screaming carelessly earlier, now looked like a completely different person.

Her previously loud mouth was shut tight, and the fiery intensity she had shown just moments ago was now completely focused on the tip of her sword.

The girl’s sword was dazzling, passionately asserting her presence.

“Beautiful.”

And observing that, the woman in white uniform leading the Han Empire’s martial artist, Zhu Wurong, could only lament.

As a martial artist herself, it was deeply moving to witness the girl’s swordsmanship.

But at the same time, it was almost heartbreaking that she had to defeat such a girl.

“How was she able to reach such a level at such a young age?”

It wasn’t something one could achieve through talent alone. The girl, Aria Rias, must have endured countless tragedies and fought relentlessly to overcome them—something that Zhu Wurong couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

“Are you just going to remain idle like this?”

Zhu Wurong frowned at the question from Coltman, the dark mage, standing beside her.

It felt like being interrupted in the middle of watching a masterpiece of a play, but he wasn’t wrong.

“Half of the iron-clad soldiers from the Duchy of Valestan have already been wiped out. Are we really going to be stopped by these girls?”

While Zhu Wurong was observing Aria Rias, Coltman had his gaze on someone else—another girl, who was completely covered in a mask and hood, holding a staff.

“That girl is supporting the girl in front with magic from behind, which makes it difficult to deal with her. It would be better to target her first.”

Coltman’s analysis was accurate.

While Eleanor’s magic wasn’t causing direct harm to the army, it was enhancing Aria’s movements, giving her wings.

Despite the previous hostility they had displayed towards each other, it seemed like the girls worked surprisingly well together in battle.

“I’ll go.”

Ultimately, it was Third Prince Serhul Jerman, who stepped forward, leading the desert warriors.

They hadn’t even encountered any of the spirits controlled by the Necromancer, nor had they made it past the academy’s entrance.

However, they couldn’t afford to waste any more time.

Serhul and his desert warriors attached a hook with a wire to the outer wall of a nearby building.

And moving swiftly like assassins, they climbed up the wall and reached the rooftop, before leaping from building to building like stepping stones.

They passed by the battle between the iron-clad soldiers and Aria Rias with great caution, then rushed towards the mage wielding the staff from behind.

“Got her!”

Drawing his menacingly glinting sword, Serhul and the desert warriors leaped off the rooftop and swung it toward the mage.

Clang!

As if she were waiting for it, the mage swung her staff, retaliating against Serhul.

Her strength isn’t exceptional. Her posture is sloppy. But there’s something about that staff.

He could tell from a mere glance that this was no ordinary staff, as it appeared to have activated some form of magic during close combat.

However, Serhul still had the advantage in terms of quantity.

Then, just as the desert warriors were about to rush towards her…

Serhul recognized a subtle but familiar scent, one that calmed his mind and made his heart race—an alluring fragrance of a certain woman.

No way…

Although she had nearly led the Jerman Kingdom to ruin, Serhul’s feelings for her were genuine.

He had spent several nights pining over her and the pain in his chest was still fresh in his memory.

Even though she was wearing a robe and mask, when he compared her figure to Eleanor’s, the girl’s body shape seemed strikingly similar.

“P-Princess Eleanor?”

Serhul called out to her carefully, and the mage, who had been holding the staff, flinched and trembled.

Now, Serhul was certain.

“N-no! How could you do something like this here?!”

She was Eleanor Luden Griffin, without a doubt.

With the desert warriors already charging, Serhul quickly pulled Eleanor, who had momentarily frozen stiff due to the conversation with him, saving her from danger.

“Prince Serhul?”

“Why all of a sudden?”

Confused and startled, the desert warriors turned their gaze to Serhul, who swallowed nervously, searching for an excuse…

“Eit!!”

While the panicking Princess Eleanor swung her staff to push Serhul away.

“I’m not her!”

“You should at least try to disguise your voice first before saying that! It’s pretty obvious! What are you doing h—!”

However, Serhul’s words were cut short as Aria Rias, who had been fighting the iron-clad soldiers, leaped toward them.

“P-Prince!”

“Stop her!”

To stop the incoming Aria, the desert warriors quickly regrouped, but with one swing of the former hero’s sword, they were forced to step back.

Attempting to strike Serhul to protect Eleanor, Aria was about to swing her sword. However…

“Wait!”

Eleanor blocked Aria’s strike with her own.

“It’s alright. Let him go.”

“What?”

At Eleanor’s sudden words, Aria paused for a moment, then gazed at Serhul. A sly smile crept up from beneath her mask.

“Okay. I’m fine with that. I totally approve!”

“What the hell are you saying?”

“Should I tell Professor that you have a boyfriend?”

“Stop spouting nonsense! He saved my life. That’s why I’m asking you to spare him!”

Clearly frustrated, Eleanor shouted at Aria, who just kept grinning and replied.

“Eleanor, you should just remain on that loser route, okay?”

“You bitch, how about you stay still in place so that I can hit you?! Ugh, forget it! Just kill him!”

Just as Eleanor was about to swing her staff at Serhul, Aria, who had rushed in, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her away.

“That’s enough. This is the perfect opportunity to escape. Don’t act recklessly, let’s just get out of here.”

“Aargh! I’m telling you, it’s not like that! And I’ll kill you for real if you tell Deus about this!”

As Aria and Eleanor continued bickering and disappeared into the darkness of the street, Serhul quickly realized that he had just learned a secret he would have to take to his grave.

Well, whatever.

Sensing the failure of his first love, Serhul’s gaze landed on the open road ahead.

Now the obstacles were gone.

He pointed the curved tip of his sword towards the Academy, and with that, the army resumed its advance.

It was rather embarrassing to consider that they were held up by just one person, but the army was large enough to still remain strong.

It was just a delay.

They might have lost the iron-clad soldiers from the Duchy of Valestan as their shield, but the Mage Tribunal Judges from Griffin were still present.

They kept moving forward with Tyren and the Mage Tribunal Judges, heading into the Academy’s interior.

“This is…”

“Insane.”

Once they reached inside, the souls came into view.

Covering the sky and using the Academy as their playground, the souls made it look like the afterlife had reappeared on this land.

“Keep running forward!”

A violet curtain formed above their heads.

It was the magic cast by Coltman, the Jerman Kingdom’s dark mage, designed to block the interference of the souls.

While it wouldn’t be a huge help due to the number of souls, it was still better than nothing.

It feels like we’ve trespassed into the land of the dead while still alive.

Tyren made this uneasy observation as he charged forward.

“Sir Tyren, doesn’t something feel off?”

“You’re right, the souls aren’t attempting to stop us.”

As the other Mage Tribunal Judge had said, the souls simply looked down at them or passed by without offering any resistance.

What did this mean?

What was the intention behind this?

As Tyren mulled over these questions, it didn’t take long for him to figure out why.

The souls didn’t want to get involved.

The coldness shifted into a biting chill in an instant.

The sudden drop in temperature made it feel as though they were uninvited guests trespassing in a snow-covered mountain range.

And at the center of it all stood a woman sitting on the entrance steps to the Academy’s main building.

A massive halberd named Snow White was resting on her shoulder, and her face was filled with intense irritation.

Tyren indeed recognized her right away.

She was Findenai, Deus Verdi’s maid—the ex-resistance leader of the Clark Republic and the woman who could hold her own against Gloria, the Royal Knight Commander.

However, what he didn’t know was…

“Huff.”

Right now, she had transcended humanity, becoming a guardian deity to protect a certain man.

As the long tiger’s tail on her back flitted, a fierce chill began swirling around her, so intense it almost felt as if a snowy mountain range was unfolding around her.

Yet for some reason…

“Damn you all motherfuckers!”

She looked much angrier than any time he had seen her before.

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