The Genesis Of A Necromancer - Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Roommates and Neighbor’s
The tour was supposed to be quick, a simple walk-through, but the school’s size shattered any illusions of brevity. The grounds sprawled across acres, a miniature town with everything one could imagine: cafeterias, libraries, training grounds, even an entire marketplace where goods could be exchanged. It was a world in itself, designed not just for study but for the students to experience a complete life within its walls.

“This isn’t officially part of the school,” Maria explained, stopping at the edge of the bustling marketplace, “but you’re allowed to come here for exchanges. If you have goods to trade or items to buy, this place is at your disposal. But be warned,” she added, her gaze sharp, “beyond this area lies the Kingdom of Eloria’s turf. The school won’t protect you from any conflicts that might arise. So, exchange smartly.”

The market bustled with activity: merchants advertised wares from exotic spices to enchanted trinkets, and the hum of bartering voices filled the air. But as they moved onward, Jack felt a rising sense of fatigue; the tour seemed never-ending. And on top of that, he still had the two pest’ by his sides.

“…Don’t you think being able to move faster than sound itself is amazing! My dad really put a shocker on my face that day” Kurt continued, bragging endlessly about his father’s feats.

Alisha didn’t say much, she only brought up the topic about the goodwill of the church and what they hoped to achieve. But this was only at the start of the discussion, after that, it was only Kurt that seemed to have no end to what he could say.

‘Arrrgh’ Jack screamed frustratedly in his mind, trying to hold back the urge to use a flame spell and burn out the idiots throat. But then, he felt a slight but if hope, that it would all to an end soon.

This was because, at the moment, they had just one last stop—the dormitory.

A towering building loomed before them, its sheer size casting a long shadow over the students. It was as tall as a city skyscraper, with balconies on each floor and hundreds of windows gleaming in the light.

“This is the dormitory,” Maria announced, “split into five sections, each accommodating a different set. You’ll have your own rooms, but your sections will be mixed. You’re expected to get to know one another outside your usual circles.” She paused, clearly hoping for some sign of camaraderie, but the students only exchanged wary glances, reluctant to mingle with those from different kingdoms.

Seeing the stiff silence, Maria gave a resigned sigh. “Very well. Let’s assign your rooms.”

One by one, she called out names, handing each student a small slip of paper indicating their section and room number. When Jack’s name came up, he moved forward, taking the slip with a quiet, “Thanks.”

‘Section 122, Room 4,’ he read. He’d barely started down the hall when he noticed both Alisha and Kurt eyeing him from across the room. Kurt, in particular, looked as if he were just waiting for a moment alone to pester him. Jack’s fingers tightened around the paper, and a single thought crossed his mind: ‘Please, not them.’

He reached his room without much difficulty, following the signs that marked each section. Relieved to finally have a moment to himself, he turned the doorknob. But as the door clicked open, a familiar, too-cheerful voice sounded from beside him.

“Asriel! What a coincidence! Looks like we’re in the same section,” Kurt announced with exaggerated enthusiasm, slinging an arm over Jack’s shoulders before he could react.

Jack felt a wave of disgust as Kurt’s arm settled on him. His voice dropped to a chilled murmur. “Move your arm.”

“Oh, right, sorry. Not a touchy type, I get it,” Kurt replied, lifting his arm with an awkward chuckle. “Still, it’s good we’re together! Maybe we could spar sometime, learn from each other?” He offered a handshake, clearly hoping for Jack’s approval.

‘Kurt,’ Jack thought, suppressing a sigh. He remembered the name well from the novel, and it brought a bitter smile to his lips. ‘Maybe he’ll be useful after all,’ Jack considered.

Feigning friendliness, he shook Kurt’s hand. “Sure, sounds good. We could both pick up a few tricks.”

“Great! I’ll see you in class,” Kurt replied, grinning before turning toward his room. Jack felt a faint twinge of relief as Kurt disappeared, only to have it dashed moments later when he saw a familiar figure approaching.

It was Alisha.

He inwardly groaned, already bracing for her unnerving presence. She glided toward him with a smile, her eyes sparkling in a way that made Jack’s skin prickle. Desperate to avoid whatever unwanted conversation was coming, he stepped quickly into his room, shutting the door firmly behind him.

But Alisha’s voice was muffled only slightly by the barrier of the door. “It’ll take time, but I’m certain I’ll have you, Asriel,” she murmured softly, almost to herself. She turned, entering the room across from his with a faint smirk. Her eyes shining with a glint of delight

Finally alone, Jack took in his surroundings. The room was modest but functional. A master-sized bed dominated the center, with a small wooden cabinet nearby. On top of it lay a quill and parchment, neatly arranged. Across from the bed, a wardrobe stood open, displaying a neatly pressed uniform: a white coat with green embellishments, paired with black trousers and a matching shirt.

He sank onto the bed, letting out a sigh of relief. It felt good to be alone, with no prying eyes or meddling questions. He needed this time to reflect, to sift through the chaos of the past few days and make a plan. But before he could think too deeply, an unexpected notification flared to life before his eyes.

[Quest: Defeat the Divine Incarnate and Restore the Wounded Pride of the Dark Lord!]

He thought he had dealt with this quest already, but surprisingly, it still persisted. For what reason?