I Became The Academy Necromancer

pping on the shoulder with the back of her axe, sneered while spitting out her tobacco smoke.

“Even them, I’m sure I’m much more experienced than you, right?”

“Nonsense! I’ve been following my father and protecting this mountain range since I was ten years old and could hold a sword.
I dare not compare myself to immigrants like you!”

Darius was bristling, ready to split Finden Ai in two for disrespecting him.

The snow piled up on his feet began to fly away violently.

“Yes, that’s right.
Since you were only 10 years old, you must have been hiding in a safe post on the mountain ridge and killing my compatriots who came over to live.”

“…………”

“You are a Lord acting tough.
That’s not combat.
That’s called hunting.
How’s that different from catching rabbits or foxes? You’re a hunter, not a warrior.”

“I can’t stand any more insults.”

“Insult? You’re insulting me.
You lukewarm bastard who mistook a slaughter for a battle.”

Took-

Finden Ai spat the tobacco out of her mouth onto the floor.
Her crimson eyes were filled with intense anger.

“I’ve been running around desperately since I was born, and I’ve been killing people to survive since I was three years old.”

CRACK!

“Keuk!”

Darius’ eyes failed to follow the flying axe.
The axe slashed into Darius’ right shoulder, shattering his shoulder armor.

“Ugh!”

In an instant, the menacingly rising mana was disrupted and vanished into the cold.
Meanwhile, Finden Ai’s feet had already arrived in front of Darius’ suffering eyes.

Bam!

Following the initial attack, a kick was delivered to the face.

Darius’ body began to sway and fall backward.
Finden Ai, on the other hand, did not stop there.

She turned around in the air after the first hit and landed a back kick into his chest.

Thud!

Darius collapsed to the cold snow, and the sound of his armor being impaled and his bones breaking resounded.

“Ughh, damn it!”

He couldn’t even scream properly due to the pain that wasn’t allowing him to breathe properly.

“It fits you perfectly.”

Finden Ai looked down at Darius and drew her axe from his shoulder.

“Quaaaaaaagh!”

He screamed, as if begging the mountain to take him, but Finden Ai shook her head and wiped the blood from the axe.

The other immigrant who followed her held a hunting rifle and aimed it at Darius.

“It’s okay, let him go.”

“What? Leader, what’s this?”

Mercy?

This kind of immigrant shows mercy to me?

Those who lived like slaves in the Republic of Clark are showing mercy to me, the Margrave of Griffin?

He felt as if his intestines were twisting, but Finden Ai had no intention of showing mercy.

“I have to keep him alive so that another competent guy won’t take the Marquis position.”

“Ah.”

“…………”

Darius’ eyes were swollen with blood.
The blood seemed to rush to his head, but instead, the bleeding from his shoulder worsened.

“Can you actually report a breach, Marquis? If you do so, at the very moment, won’t your family lose all the privileges it has enjoyed so far?”

“Kreurreuk!”

“I’ll spare you.
Consider your options carefully.
Whether you ask for support for the kingdom or acquiesce for the sake of the family.”

Darius could only tremble in shame as he watched Finden Ai’s back laugh as she marched towards the guard post.

The sky was still bright white, even without a single cloud.

Only the thick tobacco scent remained on Darius’ feet.

———————❖———————

Just two days later, Lord Darius returned to the mansion while lying on a sick bed.

His soldiers, like the losers, trudged with heavy steps, bowing their heads and covering their faces with their helmets.

〘You indeed have great insight.〙

“…………”

Skalma exclaimed in awe that my judgment was correct, but it came so naturally to me that I was unimpressed.

It was chaos inside the mansion, and the citizens of Northweden, seeing the return of the defeated soldiers, trembled in fear that the immigrants were coming to plunder, and demanded answers from our family.

They paid taxes for times like this, so it was only natural.

When I looked out the window, I saw the city of Northweddn.
There was a lot of commotion inside, but I didn’t see a single carriage leave the city.

“No one is leaving.”

〘The northerners have always had a strong attachment to their homeland.〙

Like icicles frozen on the ground, they do not think of leaving even in the face of an immigrant invasion, preferring to stay here.

I heard the sound of urgent footsteps outside.
Looking out the window, I put on my coat.

“It’s time to go.”

Skalma bowed his head deeply to see me off.

For the past few days, the door had never been opened except during mealtimes.
But today, it urged me to come, as if seeking an answer.