Chapter 1002: Upper floor of the Ivory Tower.
“Hmm.”
Click.
In a terrace garden with an elegant atmosphere, a girl with platinum-blond hair was enjoying tea time holding a teacup.
He is the one who will become the ruler of the ivory tower after graduation, and in fact, he is still a big man who wields all power. Cerne Eindark.
She was reading a newspaper article spread out on the table.
〈A miracle that no human in the Federation has ever been able to accomplish! The heroism of fighting to the death while protecting the survivors until the end!〉
〈King Shahed, who returned to the palace, announced the complete abolition of the 7th Legion annihilation order as his first state order.〉
‘That’s an impressive move during the vacation, Simon.’
Click.
She put down her teacup and rested her chin. Then, he placed his fingertips on a photo of the 7th Legion Commander’s face with his back turned to countless legions of undead and clenched fists, and twirled it around.
‘Is this action of yours just a coincidence? Or is it just a rough sketch of what to do in the future?’
“Aaaahhh!”
In the peaceful terrace garden, Cernet turned his head to a sudden shout that rang out.
At the table next to me, a girl in a dress was jumping around holding a newspaper. Every time I ran, my light blue hair fluttered in the wind.
“As expected, Pion! amazing! “It’s so cool!”
It was Maylin. She cheered with a red face and opened the newspaper.
“Liberate Bell Heights! Our Pion has accomplished what no one else on the continent has been able to accomplish! Now, I feel a little sad that the person I was quietly rooting for has truly become a continental star. Still, I love it! “No matter how many times I see it, I’m still impressed!”
Meirin usually gave off the haughty aura of a high-ranking noblewoman, but when she got involved in the affairs of ‘Pion’, whom she personally loved the most, she tended to become such a fool and go berserk.
She finally got a pair of scissors and started cutting up the picture in the newspaper. It seemed like he was planning to scrap it and decorate it in his room.
“Meylin?”
Sernet, who was watching this, spoke vaguely.
“Hey, I need to focus! “Don’t tell me!”
“You really don’t know? “Are you pretending not to know?”
“what?”
Cernet smiled and picked up her teacup again.
“No, it’s nothing.”
“…What, bland.”
Meirin gave Cerne a look, then carefully cut out the newspaper section where the peon appeared with scissors. The expression quickly turned into a bright smile.
“Excuse me, Miss Maylin.”
With the sound of small footsteps, an Ivory Tower employee walked into the terrace garden.
“I received a letter from you.”
“yes? Oh, I’ll check it later. “If you leave it on the desk in my office, I will review it…”
“This is a letter from Simon Pollentia, the student council president of Keygen.”
“yes? “Simon?”
Meilin abandoned what she was doing and rushed over. Soon, I received a letter from Simon, checked the name written on the outside once again, and hugged it to my chest with a flushed face.
If earlier she looked like a fan full of envy and fanaticism, this time she looked like a teenage girl who received a love letter on her anniversary.
As she glanced around warily, she soon spotted Cerne smiling meaningfully and glared at him with wary eyes. It looks like he hastily hides the letter against his chest.
“Seri, I won’t spy on you, so feel free to check~”
Cerne let out her characteristic fox-like eye smile.
“Now we have to meet our business partners soon. “The meeting won’t end until dawn, so can you hold back out of curiosity until then?”
“….”
Meilin glared at Serne with her lips pouting, but was unable to refute. Soon, he slowly retreated and pressed his body against the pillar.
He then took the letter out of the envelope with a rustling sound and began to read it. I guess I was really immersed in the content, and a shy smile immediately appeared on my face.
‘I’ll tell you in advance, it’s not my fault you’re peeking, right? Simon.’
She spread her palm and created a feather.
‘I get jealous when I only send letters to Meilin. The bad one is Simon.’
At that time, Cernet, who had finished self-justification, was preparing to ruffle his feathers.
“!”
Meilin’s condition as she read the letter was a little strange.
The hand holding the letter trembled, his face became red, and sweat began to pour down from his forehead.
Then, at some point, her pupils lost focus. I even lost the letter in my hands.
The letter fell, shaking like a leaf, and landed on the floor, and Meilin followed suit, falling down as if her legs had lost strength.
“what’s the matter? “Mayrin.”
Cerne asked, but Meilin had no answer. Sernet glanced over the contents of the letter that had fallen on the floor.
-Dear Meilin.
Simon’s handwriting was correct.
-Hello, how have you been? I’m sorry I couldn’t send you a letter during the vacation. I was traveling far away.
The first line of the letter is a simple greeting. But the key came from the middle part.
-First of all, let me apologize. I’m truly sorry for deceiving you until now. I have a story that I must tell you.
-Actually, I am ‘Pion’, the commander of the 7th Corps, who you have met several times. Were you very surprised? The reason for revealing her identity so suddenly…
Meyrin’s mentality seemed to have gone from here on out.
Cernet quickly skimmed down the back row.
Why did he have to hide his identity as the commander of the treacherous army until now, and why is he revealing his identity now? The content was well organized and explained so that it was easy to understand the situation.
-Before school starts, Nephthys decided to announce to the world that I am the commander of the 7th Corps. I thought it would be the least polite thing to tell you about this before you heard about it through newspapers or rumors.
Cernet nodded. They were all reasonable and understandable stories.
however.
“Meylin?”
Meilin’s face was becoming more and more red. I covered my face with my palms, breaking out in a cold sweat.
“Ah, ah…!”
Meilin was thinking now.
– Are you attracted to bad men? Exactly, is that violent person only kind to me? I think that might be a bit of a romance. Oh well, to be honest, I have a handsome face, so it covers up most of it.
-I told Pion. I will always support you as much as I do, so please do not break down. It’s funny that I, who normally go to school, think about his hardships.
-It wasn’t good! When I opened my eyes, Fion was holding me!
Pion’s stories in front of Simon.
There.
-I will sincerely support you from afar. and. I believe that the world will soon recognize your efforts and dedication.
Stories told directly to Pion.
“Ah, ahhh….”
Her face, which was stained red from the back of her neck to the tips of her ears, turned red to the limit, like a bomb about to explode.
yet.
Aaaaaaaaaaaah!
Shouts mixed with all kinds of dark stories and shameful emotions spread throughout the ivory tower.
“W-what a fuss!”
“It was Lady Meirin’s voice?”
The surprised people of the ivory tower rushed in.
Soon, Meilin was seen slumped down in the terrace garden.
She muttered, covering her face with both palms.
“I can’t go to school anymore…”
* * *
Simon’s Legion release date has been confirmed.
The date of death was two days before the freshman entrance ceremony.
While Simon was recuperating in the ward, Nephthys was busy. Cooperation was sought from each kingdom and power, and high-ranking necromancers who had an overly aggressive tendency toward the Legion of Betrayal were shackled in advance either politically or by force.
And a big meeting was held on Locke Island.
〈Legion Commander Gathering Order〉
Nephthys, the head of the Dark Alliance and revered by all necromancers, gave the corps commanders a rallying order.
This was conducted confidentially, and the location was a large underground hall on Locke Island.
The Keygen headquarters staff in charge of the meeting were busy.
“Are you sure you want to come?”
A headquarters employee dressed in a suit and with his hair in a ponytail rubbed his eyes and muttered. Keygen headquarters has been working overtime for three months now.
“It may come, it may not come.”
The middle-aged employee next to him spoke in a hoarse voice. His head was full of gray hair and he had a sword on his back. He yawned lazily as he quickly flipped through his notebook and drew lines on the items to be checked with a quill.
“As you know, the corps commanders are very arbitrary. Even if it is a summons issued directly by Nephthys, I will come or not depending on my mood that day.”
“…Well, it’s out of control. Just look at the previous Magnus.”
At that time, the minions’ loud cries were heard.
“Tenerife Echeverria, commander of the 4th Corps, is entering!”
Cheok!
chuck!
The servants who were standing with ceremonial swords at the entrance of the hall raised their weapons and took a ceremonial posture.
“Ji, are you really here?”
The headquarters staff looked embarrassed. Then the gray-haired employee held out something to his junior.
“The 4th corps is a ghost corps. “Put this on.”
What the junior was handed was a kind of metal earplug-like object.
All the other minions were wearing them. No sooner had the junior employee put on earplugs than a woman came down the stairs.
He looked younger than expected. He was much taller than an average person, about 1 meter 90 cm tall, and his skin was pale and he had unusual scars that looked like stitches all over his body. She wore a black dress with a gothic and bizarre goth look.
Even indoors, they used very large parasols, and there were ghosts. To be precise, ‘banshees’ were floating in the sky holding parasols.
-Giggles!
-Gegegegegegegegegegegeng!
‘Pfft!’
Even with earplugs on, the banshee’s howl could still be heard.
Banshees flew noisily everywhere, escorting Tenerife. The banshees behind her were holding on to the ends of her oversized transparent dress, which was so wide at the back that it was dragging on the floor, but it passed without touching people’s feet.
The subordinates held on with stern faces and polite manners, and the two headquarters employees also bowed their heads in courtesy.
‘This person.’
The ruler of the Ghost Palace and the commander of the 4th Legion, known as the Ghost Army.
Commonly known as ‘Princess’ Tenerife.
This is a unique case where a commander major became a corps commander.
She waved lightly at the headquarters staff and then entered the conference room. Soon after all the banshees followed her inside and the sound stopped.
-You can pull it out now.
The senior employee who said that out loud took out the earplugs from his ears. My junior also took out his earplugs and spoke with an expression of survival.
“Looks like I wasn’t the only one having a hard time.”
After she passed, several of the servants who were paying their respects were sitting on the floor and complaining of strong headaches. Soon they were carried out on a stretcher, and immediately new minions came in and took the same polite posture.
And right after.
“The 3rd Corps Commander, Razon Macmillan, is entering!”
‘Is there one more person here?’
The junior opened his mouth with a surprised expression. A senior employee who heard the report spoke quickly.
“Hey, clean up the carpet from the floor…”
He sighed as he said that.
“It’s already too late.”
Gurgling!
Water suddenly started pouring from the stairs in the distance.
The water that poured down the stairs quickly filled the basement to ankle height. It was very clean and clear water.
After that.
with a splash. with a splash.
I hear wet footsteps.
A dark-brown man dressed like an outlaw was walking with his hands in his pockets. The clothes were old and smelled of salt. The long, vertical hat brim worn diagonally on the head was impressive, covering the forehead and eyes.
Cheok! chuck!
Skeletons holding the naval flag and countless underwater undead followed, screaming. The junior employee rolled his eyes.
‘Unbelievable! I really didn’t know it would come to the 3rd Corps.’
The ruler of the sea who holds supremacy over the continental ocean.
Before he was a corps commander, he was a magnate who controlled the undead of the sea and controlled enormous maritime trade.
The commander of the 3rd Corps, called the Maritime Corps, commonly known as ‘Admiral’, Razon Macmillan.
The water flowing on the floor moved along where Razun and the marine undead passed. At that time, the admiral, who was about to enter the conference room, noticed a senior employee with gray hair and lifted his long hat.
A black glow flashed from the artificial eye visible beneath the hat.
“Are you still working here?”
“That’s it, Admiral.”
The junior employee looked at his senior with slightly admiring eyes. You can talk freely with that admiral!
“Won’t you come to the sea when you retire?”
“I’m sorry, but Nephthys probably won’t let you go.”
“is it.”
The admiral only smiled faintly, grabbed his long-brimmed hat, lowered it, and started walking again. Amphibious undead followed, holding flags.
Soon after they all went in, the flowing water gradually decreased and disappeared.
“Wow, perhaps it’s because the organization has swept through the ranks, but the participation rate in this round of convocation is unusually high.”
As the junior headquarters staff member spoke, the senior simply nodded his head and looked at his notebook.
“If this is the atmosphere, won’t the strongest 1st Corps come?”
“That’s not true. The 1st Corps doesn’t really move. And to begin with, the 1st Corps commander probably isn’t happy with the way the alliance is going these days.”
“Is that so?”
“Get ready to meet the next corps commander.”
The headquarters staff folded their arms.
“At least he’s probably someone we’re familiar with.”
Doo doo doo doo doo!
This time, the sound was not coming from the stairs, but from the passage next to it. vibration of the ground. The sound of the floor. What came in here next were giant ghost horses.
-Heeheeheehee!
The temperature in the room plummeted, and coldness spread everywhere. A group of undead warhorses and undead knights were waving the northern flag.
Among them, sitting on the largest ghost horse is a woman wearing a white uniform and black coat. She appeared with a bow on her shoulder.
“No matter how customary it is, it’s all a fuss.”
A hero of humanity who prevented the North God’s southward advance for a long time, and a contributor to the Kingdom of Kalos.
The commander of the 2nd Corps, who rules northern Kalos and the Northern Legion, commonly known as ‘Grand Duke’ Jin Arskalt.
She came down from her steed and said:
“What about the other legions?”
“The 3rd and 4th corps are in, Professor. “The 1st and 6th corps are still there. Nephthys will be here soon.”
She nodded.
“I’m going in.”
Corps meeting held for the first time in 10 years.
It was about to begin.
