I Became The Academy Necromancer

Deia exclaimed angrily, “No, that’s nonsense! Given the Lord’s current state, all it is is a stab wound on the shoulder ———!”

“Unfortunately, the opponent was not good.
The unique mana that remains inside continues to eat the wounds.”

“—what?”

It was the first time she heard about it.

The opponent’s mana is still inside the family head’s body, causing damage?

“I’ve heard that there are such people in the Republic of Clark.
They are masters of battle who neutralize the enemy with a single blow.”

Putting on his glasses, the doctor continued to speak, expressing his devastation.

“It looks like he was attacked by one of those people.
As long as that person doesn’t collect mana, or is threatened to the point where he can’t use mana—— the lord won’t get healed no matter how much treatment he receives.”

“Hmph.” Deia let out a deep sigh.

After maintaining the mountain ridge, the immigrants will soon attack the northern mountain path in order to tear down the defenses there.

In order to head into the Kingdom from the north, food or supplies were essential, so they will probably plunder Northweden.

If she had had a little more time, she might have made a better choice.
But the situation was critical, and there was no time to sigh right now.

“I will ask for support from other Margraves and surrounding nobles.”

Everyone in the room was aware of the gravity of her decision.

Giving up the rights she had enjoyed as a Marquis and humbling herself to request support from nearby nobles in order to protect Northweden.

It was unknown how shaken and affected the Verdi family would be as a result of this.

They might be stripped of their position as Marquis, saying that they are incompetent.

But she had to protect her people.

“Gather all available soldiers and hold out as long as possible until the support arrives.
I will take command.”

Deia was about to step forward with such determination…

“No way-!”

Darius, who seemed to have lost his mind, jumped up and shouted.
The madness in his eyes was clear.

“The history of our Verdi family is contained here in Northweden! Are you trying to cut off the family’s roots!”

Ugh.

Deia clenched her teeth and swallowed the words she was about to say, “Then what do you suggest? We can’t just sit here.”

“Leave it alone.”

“—–what?”

It was shocking.
A shock even stronger than learning that Darius had been injured in defeat struck her in the back of the head.

“Just leave it be.
It’s enough to say that they didn’t cross our mountain range.”

“Gee, are you kidding me?”

“Tell the people of Northweden to keep their mouths closed, and we will compensate them later for the immigrants’ plundering acts———”

“Shut up!”

Deia’s voice echoed fiercely.
Darius tried to reprimand his sister for saying something she shouldn’t have said to him, but Deia spoke faster.

“Are you going to abandon people because of that history? Again? You’re going to repeat Verdi’s disgrace again?”

“Stop talking, Deia!”

“You shouldn’t have come here like a beaten dog if you didn’t want to hear it! I’ve told you this before! Keep your guard up and prepare thoroughly!”

“They were out of our league.
We couldn’t have stopped them anyway.”

“Is it comfortable to console yourself in this manner? But you, brother, are not in that position.
You’re in a position where you have to take responsibility!”

They were going back and forth with each other.
Meanwhile, the servants and the doctor stood motionless, unsure of what to do.

“Alright! I’ll go and stop it! I will immediately request support from Count Tolkien and Count Herameus! I will protect Northweden!”

And then, the image of a man appeared in Deia’s mind – another one of her brothers.

“Call that useless younger brother of mine here too.
Even if he’s just a bug, he’s still a Verdi, and he has to take responsibility together.”

Even though it was thanks to his connections, he was a professor at the Rotain Academy for three months.

He hasn’t been able to give a lecture.

“He can at least fire a fireball.”

After waiting for a while, the door burst open and the air inside the room changed rapidly.

It was a man with long, downcast black hair, wearing a fully buttoned coat and shoulders held confidently – Deus Verdi stepped inside the room without hesitation.

To the point where she wondered if she had ever felt this way around the man before.

Just by his presence, he brought a cool yet foreboding chill to the warmly heated room.

Just as Deia, frowning, was about to explain the situation, Deus Verdi, with a cold expression, raised his hand and declared, “One hour.”

He said it as if he was a demon promising to grant a wish.
“Give me an hour and I’ll take care of everything.”

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