༺ I Don’t Want To Know ༻
After reading the text on the note, Erica was overcome by an incomprehensible sensation.
Having lived as both a wizard and a distinguished professor at Loberne Academy, she interpreted spells of such difficulty that it would make a person’s head spin.
She had also solved many problems that seemed to radiate the author’s ill intentions. Typically, these problems would be filled with dense passages throughout the entire worksheet. However, Deus’ note—with just a few words—presented Erica with a sense of helplessness that she had never felt before.
This wasn’t like the challenging problems she could convince herself she could solve; it was a few words that completely eluded her understanding from the get go.
“If she’s not dead… then does that mean she isn’t the one who possessed Deus?”
She originally thought things would click once she got the information from the note, but in the end, she was back to square one.
After seeing Professor Fel’s current state, even Erica understood that restoring anything more than the palm-sized note in her hand would be impossible.
“Huff… Huff…”
[Hehehe.]
In the midst of Professor Fel’s heavy breathing, a girl’s laughter reached her ears.
When she realized the girl was here, Erica furrowed her brows.
“Who are you?”
She initially didn’t expect to get an answer as it was a remark blurted out with frustration more than curiosity.
But amidst the playful laughter, a response came.
[Perhaps, an angel?]
* * *
“……!”
Kwaddeuk!
The written letter couldn’t withstand the Dean’s rage and was miserably crumpled.
It quickly turned into a ball and he threw it to the floor.
It had been three days since the Necromancer died.
A response arrived from Deus.
It was a letter that had a simple and clear answer, stating that he refused to be reinstated as a professor at Loberne Academy.
“How dare he underestimate and mock me! Deus!”
Bang!
The desk was harshly struck with his fist. It trembled and made an uncomfortable sound.
Even among the many experienced professors in this industry, and specifically, this academy, Deus had been offered the best treatment. But he still dared to reject it?
Truthfully, the Dean didn’t have any plans to provide any of the promised conditions.
Once the incident was resolved, he intended to hold Deus responsible for everything that happened.
After all, it’s gotten to a point where it couldn’t simply be explained as a natural phenomenon.
Someone had to take responsibility; even if Deus tried to protect the academy, or didn’t have anything to do with the spirits in the first place, he was the most suitable candidate.
This was why the Dean had to bring him back to the academy. However, he was firmly rooted in Norseweden Margravate’s mansion.
What should he do to bring him back?
“Haa!!”
There were only two days left until the start of the semester.
When the students returned to the academy, he could see nothing but a future where things would get even worse.
“Even calling priests didn’t have any effect.”
He summoned priests from the nearby cathedral. However, as the dead Necromancer said, they were only worshiping every day without showing any results.
“Perhaps I should invest money and call for the saintess instead.”
Unlike priests who simply offer prayers or use mana while uttering words about the power of God, the saintess is known for using a unique ability called ‘Divine Power’ to truly obliterate evil.
However, in order to have her at Loberne Academy for even a day, he would have to donate about a quarter of the academy’s operating budget.
“Haah!”
The Dean sighed again and wiped his forehead.
At that time, Professor Caren opened the door and came in. Since the situation was so urgent, she didn’t even bother knocking.
“Dean, it’s getting serious.”
“Has it worsened again?”
After the Necromancer was brutally killed and eaten, the evil spirits in the academy became even more rampant.
Before, it would have been a rare occurrence, but now, they were constantly revealing themselves, tormenting and causing suffering to everyone.
They were literally like disturbed beehives.
The good news was that no one had died… yet.
“Every student who fell asleep on the second floor of the dormitory yesterday is now in a coma.”
However, with Caren’s report, the Dean could barely keep any of his already collapsing sanity.
“W-what, what did you say? All of the students on the dormitory’s second floor are in a coma?”
Caren nodded heavily with a dark expression.
“Although there is no immediate threat to their lives, there are also no signs of them waking up.”
Since it was vacation, there weren’t many students left in the campus. This was the only reason the chaos hadn’t escalated too much yet.
But if such an incident were to occur again when all the enrolled students returned…?
It would be absolutely dreadful.
“There are other incidents as well. Originally, the first floor’s central entrance and gymnasium had problems. But now, there is another spirit with a twisted body walking around the stairs on the right side of the third floor.”
“Haah!”
Even though he knew that nothing would change, he couldn’t help but let out a sigh.
Seeing the Dean in agony, Caren spoke firmly.
“We need to go to Norseweden.”
“….”
The Dean slowly raised his head and made eye contact with Caren. Even though his expression clearly showed his reluctance, Caren firmly stated that there was no other way.
“Since letters won’t work, we’ll need to go and persuade him in person. Professor Deus is the only solution to the current situation.”
“Ugh.”
“We should leave right away. I will inform the academy’s coachman.”
The Dean also knew that it was the correct choice, but he really didn’t want to do it.
He had just received a rejection despite promising the best treatment. It would be a relief if he didn’t punch Deus in the face as soon as he saw him.
But he still didn’t stop Caren from exiting the room.
Creak.
Suddenly, the door opened and Professor Caren entered the office.
“Dean, the situation is getting serious…”
A sword scar on her nose, gray hair tied in a bun, and strangely pale eyes—she had the same appearance, tone, and atmosphere as the Caren who was about to leave and inform the coachman to prepare for the journey.
“Huh?”
“….”
The Dean stared at the two Carens alternately with his mouth open. Meanwhile, Caren who was here first immediately rushed to the second Caren with a clenched fist.
But the Caren who came in second shrugged her shoulders and burst into laughter, and with an unnaturally wide mouth, she mocked.
“Bitch, you were here already?”
Swoosh.
The second Caren suddenly disappeared while saying that.
Upon witnessing this scene, Caren felt a sense of emptiness, knowing that the current situation of the academy was getting worse each minute.
The Dean covered his face with both hands and murmured.
“Let’s go to Norseweden.”
* * *
“….”
The past few days had been filled with inexplicable events for Deia.
And the cause was very clear. It was because of her second brother—Deus Verdi, the second son of the Verdi Household.
Deia often casually referred to him as the second idiot, but lately, his actions had been so intriguing that Deia’s eyes were constantly drawn to him.
In the past, him entering her sight would cause her to react repulsively. However, his recent actions were so mysterious, that strangely enough, Deia was captivated by them. Especially when he directly confronted the Verdi Household’s disgrace. It was one thing when he did this, but he actually took responsibility on behalf of the Household Head and tried to ease the victim’s pain, something she had never expected him to do.
Honestly, if the person doing all this wasn’t Deus, she would have taken them to be someone incredible.
“So, what is he up to now?”
Deia, who had come to Norseweden’s North Street to patrol, asked Findenai. The latter was standing next to a streetlight, smoking a cigarette.
Even in front of her master’s younger sister, Findenai confidently and leisurely blew out smoke from her cigarette. She shrugged her shoulders as she replied.
“He said he needed to buy something. That’s why we’re here.”
“What about you?”
In such cases, maids would normally be doing the transaction while the master would wait in the carriage, or perhaps just stay at the mansion.
“Me? I’m just an escort. He went alone and asked me to wait here because I would only bring back something weird.”
“….”
Well…
This unruly maid would probably suggest having a grand feast if given money, as well as buying alcohol and cigarettes.
Deia couldn’t help but click her tongue when she recalled that Darius was defeated by this woman.
She shook her head to erase the thought, and instead asked.
“Deus… he learned black magic, right?”
“Hmm? Didn’t you know?”
Deia was taken aback by Findenai’s casual response. It nearly caused her legs to give way.
“Technically, it’s Necromancy. You can tell from the fact that he used it to resolve Emily’s grudge. He also used the same magic to stop us when we crossed the mountains.”
Findenai hurriedly put the cigarette back in her mouth.
If she didn’t take advantage of this free time, she wouldn’t have enough time to smoke at the mansion.
Deia frowned at the smell of cigarettes; she asked while waving her hand to clear the smoke near her face.
“Why on earth did he have to learn something like that? If it becomes known, the family will cut ties and say we didn’t have any knowledge of such a thing.”
“Kukuku, wouldn’t you expel him from the family first?”
That’s true, too.
Deia swallowed the words she was about to say.
Deus, as of recently, was extremely different from what she knew. She was confused as to how to react in this new circumstance.
Findenai, while exhaling smoke, mumbled with interest.
“Well, isn’t Necromancy quite fascinating? Did you know that if there’s a stronger spirit than yourself, the Necromancer could be possessed?”
“They could be possessed…?”
“Yes, roughly. It’s when an evil spirit enters your body and takes control of it. You might even lose your memories. Kukuk, isn’t that funny?”
For some reason, FIndenai was laughing like an excited little boy, finding it amusing, but…
“Lose… their memories?”
Deia felt as if puzzle pieces appeared in her head, fitting themselves perfectly with each other.
‘If one is possessed by an evil spirit, they may not remember what happened during that period.’
‘And Deus… for the past six months, has been acting as if he suddenly became a different person.’
‘What if the reason for that… is caused by learning Necromancy?’
“Perhaps…”
When Deus was very young, his body was taken over by a spirit.
If he managed to regain his senses and learned Necromancy to protect his own body…
This also matches with how until six months ago, he had been saying and doing things that should never be done as a human.
What if it was because he was possessed by an evil spirit?
This… seemed plausible.
The fact that he would lust after his own younger sister was absolutely unacceptable from Deia’s perspective.
‘His personality changed too much.’
This drastic of a change could only be described as becoming an entirely different person.
Could it be?
Was it really possible?
Once the thought rooted in her head, it continued spiraling.
Without realizing it, Deia was chasing after pieces in her memory that would serve as compelling evidence for her hypothesis.
“Oh, that woman’s here again.”
While giggling, Findenai pointed to a woman with her chin.
Deia slowly paused her thoughts and checked who she was talking about.
She saw a beautiful woman with a very glamorous appearance clinging to Deus. She was the woman that Deus often visited.
“Deus! Where have you been all this time? I really missed you! That maid didn’t tell me that you were coming!”
“….”
“Why aren’t you saying anything? I missed you so much. There’s no one as good as you in these parts. I’ll give you some special service today! Shall we go right away?”
Deus closed his mouth dumbfoundedly and looked at her.
At that moment, Findenai chuckled and whispered to Deia.
“Apparently, they are close enough to lick each other’s assholes.”
“Oh, please!”
Deia didn’t want to know about her brother’s sex life.
