So this useless goddess being able to teach her power is basically just worthless, huh?
It’s like the “inner energy” on Earth — lots of people believe it exists, and this mysterious force might actually be real, but…
Maybe because of the end of the Dharma Era (the decline of magic), or various other reasons, it disappeared from this world.
Only its legend remains, with no real evidence.
Now, the “necromancy” that Veil speaks of is almost the same.
Only theoretical knowledge, probably real, but completely impossible to practice.
However…although her face was full of disdain, Ilea was actually nodding slightly inside.
And not the least bit impatient.
Because if this thing could be used directly, then everything she had learned so far would have been nonsense.
All that talk of the One True God, of higher beings, of entire power systems, would be overturned.
“So since it can’t be used, doesn’t that mean everything you’ve learned is meaningless?”
“But it really does exist! I can assure you…the necromantic magic I’ve mastered truly exists! Even if we can’t use it for now, we…we can research how to use it!”
Veil’s black eyes looked at the noble lady in front of her with endless expectation, like a fallen girl desperate for a side job.
“Hmm…what you say isn’t entirely unreasonable.”
After thinking for a moment, Ilea slowly turned her gaze toward the goddess in front of her.
“Although you’re close to convincing me, about the matter of being my pet…”
“No! I’m a goddess…being a pet, if I did that…I’d absolutely, absolutely never be able to lift my head again!”
As if she forgot this pervert’s twisted taste, Veil subconsciously took a step forward, her eyes showing a trace of pleading as she looked at the person in front of her.
Can you really lift your head now?
Ilea’s mouth twitched.
Looks like…at this stage, this is already the limit.
But it’s fine.
Dignity is something that can be slowly eroded.
The process is just as important as the result.
“Alright then~ From now on, you’ll be my personal maid…just like Yumina…is that okay?”
Finally, the condition that the noble lady was dead set on loosened a bit, offering a slightly better option than before!
Still pretty bad, but at this moment, Veil clutched it like a lifeline!
“Of course! I…I can…can temporarily…”
The moment she said this, Veil could feel the air around them suddenly turn icy cold!
“No…not temporarily. Until…until the end of your life, you’ll be my maid! And teach me the principles of necromantic magic. Is that alright?”
Veil’s expression slowly collapsed, as if she had just made a decision that would shame her ancestors.
“Heh, that’s a good girl~”
Whew~
The tense atmosphere around them instantly relaxed.
Ilea smiled and reached out to pat Veil’s head.
“Well then, there’s no time to lose…let’s begin~”
Scan
The so-called [necromancy] is a taboo art of manipulating souls, encompassing many things.
But the very first, most basic step is to communicate with the world of souls.
To communicate…with the realm of the dead.
Only by gaining the “recognition” of the [realm of the dead] can one truly be considered an apprentice, a necromancer.
And this first step alone completely stumped Ilea for three days!
“No! No no no!!”
Rustle!!
The paper covered in runes and twisted incantations was ripped to shreds by the noble lady, who had dark circles under her eyes, and thrown aside.
But she didn’t break down in hysterics like a typical pampered brat.
Instead, she quickly drew countless runes on new paper, runes that seemed to radiate a sinister aura, then combined and arranged them.
Black mist visibly gathered on the paper, but it only drifted around — it wouldn’t even properly collect, much less condense and stabilize.
“Really nothing…still…not working?”
Rustle…
Ilea lifted the paper and examined it carefully.
Apart from the faint black mist, there was nothing else.
Looks like…it truly doesn’t exist.
Bang!
She slammed the paper heavily on the table.
After three days, Ilea finally reached an important conclusion — but one that didn’t seem so important after all.
This world has no “realm of the dead”, no “underworld”…
When living beings die, there seems to be another process, or…they simply vanish?
This…was an outcome she had never considered.
Normally, a world like this should have some “place where the dead gather,” right?
Ilea had also asked Veil about this many times.
And this “Goddess of Death,” who now moonlighted as Ilea’s personal maid, gave her answer…
“There…should be? Um…probably?”
This idiot’s eyes darted around as she answered, proving she probably already suspected this all along.
And that completely unreliable answer — sometimes Ilea really wanted to smack her.
“Phew.”
But getting angry was pointless…what mattered now was finding a solution.
“Can’t keep shutting myself in this room studying these things. I’ll…go out for a bit. Maybe I’ll get some inspiration.”
Ilea massaged her temples, muttering to herself as she stood up.
Of course, after three days of study, she had memorized the runes and basic applications of the necromantic field.
Although it was all theoretical, better than nothing.
And…through these days of tedious learning, Ilea also realized that unlike on Earth, she couldn’t hyper-focus on a single task anymore.
Curtain!
She kept getting distracted by drowsiness or other noises…just like a real thirteen-year-old little girl.
“Three days cooped up in my room…that’s really my limit, huh~”
Stretching fiercely, Ilea quickly walked over to the window and with a whoosh pulled it open.
Two hours later, at the side gate of the castle.
No guards, no giant hounds — just an unremarkable carriage rolled out from within.
Driving it was a maid with red twin-tails, wearing simple homespun clothes.
Clip clop clip clop…
The mountain road from the castle to the town — they’d traveled it countless times.
This area did not allow ordinary people to live here; besides the wooden watchtowers and training grounds, there was nothing else, making it feel rather deserted.
At this moment, Ilea was wearing a plain dark-purple long dress, her left hand resting on the edge of the carriage, staring out with boredom.
Opposite her sat another personal maid: Veil Bligh.
But…speaking of this goddess, Ilea couldn’t help wanting to hold her forehead.
Compared to the hatred when she first saw her, and the fear afterward, now this goddess seemed to have somehow accepted her fate…and completely turned into an idiot.
“Waaah~”
Just seeing her stick her head out of the carriage and shout into the wind told you everything.
Was there any point to doing that?
It was completely childish…
Thinking this, Ilea also subconsciously leaned her head toward the carriage window, her small mouth slightly opening.
“Ah~”
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