Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy

I understand why other necromancers are fleeing from me. Right now, I’m their natural enemy. The rumors may be exaggerated, but they might think that just hearing my name could lead to their purification.

Isn’t it actually possible, though?

I think so. After all, I inherited my powers from Mama.

The end of the battle. I was the one to declare a new beginning in this world.

Although I acted under the authority passed down from Mama, from the perspective of the concept of ‘beginnings,’ it seems I’ve gotten much better at handling my powers now than before.

If I set my mind to it, I might be able to wipe out a necromancer just by looking at them.

But unless something extremely unpleasant happens, that’s not really my plan.

But why did Visi run away? I just can’t understand it.

Just the other day, she openly supported me.

She even convinced her mother, saying there are nice necromancers among them, so why is she running away from me? Did she do something to feel guilty about?

Let’s just follow her. After all, she’s not someone I can’t catch if I set my mind to it.

I just hope I don’t end up breaking anything if I mess up my strength control.

Unlike my friends around me, Visi’s body is weak. If I grip her wrong, she might snap like a strand of pasta.

With a shrug, I took a few steps and soon found myself out of breath in front of the panting Visi.

“Eek!”

Visi, struggling to move her trembling legs, saw my face and screamed as if she saw a ghost.

What’s up with this supposed necromancer, being so scared?

“Hey, Visi.”

“…Y-Yes! Lady Allen! What is it?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m so sorry for disturbing your mood! Please forgive me!”

Are we even having a conversation? This doesn’t make any sense.

Frowning, I noticed a group of necromancers whispering to each other on one side and headed that way.

“Stop.”

Naturally, they tried to flee, but when I commanded them with divine authority, they froze in place.

“What are you plotting?”

– Plotting!? Nothing like that!

– We are simply afraid of the divinity you possess!

– Oh great daughter of Lord Jushin, please show us mercy!

These old geezers were so proud just last time, but now look at them.

Maybe the bloodline of the Soladin royal family has ugliness as a default trait. It wasn’t the king who was a variant; it must’ve been Arthur or Rene instead.

“Shut up and tell me what you did to my friend. Now.”

– We didn’t do anything! We were just talking about your authority!

– You are a hero of the continent and a direct descendant of the Lord!

– If you wanted, you could even unify the continent!

– If there were any wrongdoings, we just told her to apologize.

– Hey! If you say that!

– I-I didn’t do anything!

Should I just purify them all? They couldn’t even protect the palace, which was the only reason for their existence, so it wouldn’t matter if they were gone.

– Can you tone down the divinity a bit? Just you being annoyed is driving me crazy.

“Adri.”

– …Did something happen? Why are you calling me by name? You’re not Lucy, right?

“If you doubt my existence, do you want to hold my hand? Once one of your arms is purified, you’ll see who I am.”

– I’m sorry, Young Lady. Please show mercy.

Moving my fingers with divine power, Adri obediently lowered her head.

The moment I subtly tried to reach out my hand, she hastily jumped back, so I guess this isn’t for teasing.

– You can see, right?

“I had thought the old geezers were so creepy that I would assume you were just mocking me.”

– Who would risk their life to mock you!?

There’s actually a surprising number of examples.

Back in my memories, I remember people telling the king, “If you’re brave enough, cut off my head. But then, you’d be a tyrant.”

Some even said they loved the king’s melon and crab to someone who accused them of assassination.

– Are you listening to me!?

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry. Is that enough?”

– …This little brat. An apology!?

“Do you actually want to be bullied?”

– That was a slip of the tongue! I’m sorry!

What’s so surprising about a person apologizing?

I just couldn’t do it before because of the mesugaki skill! I’m basically an okay person on the inside!

I can say I’m sorry when it’s time to apologize!

But, I guess I have to consider mitigating circumstances. Honestly, it’s hard to imagine you apologizing before.

Unable to counter my grandfather’s words, I exhaled a sigh instead of the rising frustration.

“Haah. Fine, I’ll let it slide this time. But now, tell me why Visi is in this state.”

– What’s there to talk about? She’s just scared.

“Scared? Why?”

– To be precise, she’s afraid of your past. Even just hearing about it is enough to furrow her brows.

Is she talking about revenge?

With my arms crossed, I ignored the fleeing necromancers and recalled the past.

Until now, my vigorous reactions while seeing Lucy’s past were because I considered it someone else’s business.

But now, things are different in many ways.

Everything that happened back then is my experience, their disdain was directed at me, and the past pain was solely my suffering.

With power and strength in my hands now, taking revenge on them wouldn’t be difficult.

Real talk, with just a word from me, I could make a family fall.

“Man, I’m worrying about such useless things.”

But regardless of what’s possible, I don’t intend to seek revenge.

If back then I couldn’t do anything but take hits, that would be one thing, but I’ve repaid them enough to stand my ground.

It’s not like I was called a flying hedgehog for nothing.

I plan to stamp out those who come after me, but I don’t want to drag up past mistakes for some petty long-standing grudge.

“If I intended to take revenge, I would not have saved the kingdom. What would I want with this sh*tty nation?”

In reality, I didn’t even realize I was me back then. But even if I were to go back now, my actions wouldn’t change.

There’s too much to do in the present to get caught up in that past nonsense.

– Right? I said the same thing to Visi, but those old geezers wouldn’t listen because they’re always spouting nonsense.

“Want me to take care of them?”

– Just leave them for now. They’re annoying, but they can be useful.

“Then keep an eye on them. Use my name when you threaten them.”

– Is that okay? I’m a necromancer, you know?

“Until now, sure. But moving forward, that won’t be the case.”

I brushed past Adri and returned to Visi, sitting down across from her and smiling.

“Sorry for only calling you a sidekick until now. I’d like to say it couldn’t be helped, but you must have felt disappointed.”

“Ah. N-Not at all! I might have felt that way at first, but I got used to it after a while. It’s okay!”

“If not now, when will you have the chance to say something to me?”

“Uh. Um. Uhhh.”

Seeing her ponder for so long showed me how much she had bottled up inside.

Honestly, being so tiny and stingy really makes her come off as petty.

I wonder if she’s got a heart as big as Phoebe’s.

“It’s a joke, so don’t take it seriously. Unlike others, I’m not a masochist.”

“…That’s unfair.”

“I intend to keep my promises, though. Here, take this.”

I pulled out several pieces of paper from the void and handed them to Visi. She took them, looking bewildered.

And not long after, her expression turned serious.

I thought there’s no way she’d understand, but damn it. Is Visi smarter than me!?

“This is.”

“You saw the fuss the king made last time, so you’ll understand. If a necromancer has a body to inhabit, they can live like a human.”

I asked Erginius to establish the theory and confirmed its feasibility with the various black wizards connected to Karia.

If a necromancer possesses a proper body and a skilled necromancer alongside them, they could certainly give life back to the necromancer.

“Of course, if they inhabit a half-baked body, they won’t last long due to a sense of disharmony between the souls. The best would be to use their own corpse, but that old bag is centuries dead, so that’s not possible. So how do we solve that? We just have to create a body that’s almost indistinguishable from the real thing.”

“Is that even possible?”

“It wouldn’t be for an average person, but a legendary great wizard like the one whose name will echo through history could certainly do it. Besides, they’re proof that it can be done.”

You can’t bring a lost soul back to life.

But you certainly can offer a wandering soul a chance at life again.

What Adri chooses to do afterward is up to her.

If she gets attached to life and crosses the line as a necromancer, then we’ll meet again.

“I’ve given you what I promised. Now it’s your turn to choose.”

Here, along with the Allen family seal, is a paper with my name written on it. With just that, anyone could help them, so I no longer need to get involved.

Honestly, I didn’t fully comprehend most of what was written there in the first place.

“See you later.”

After leaving my farewell, I took the fairies’ hands, and the place I arrived at was where it all began and where it would all end.

The Allen family mansion. A space of joyous memories, a place of terrible nightmares, and now, a spot where laughter will bloom again.

Anticipating the laughter and chatter, I stepped into the mansion, only to freeze at the ridiculously cold atmosphere.

Seems the mansion has held up quite well.

The strongest knight on the continent and the center of legends were passionately engaged in a couple’s quarrel.

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