Necromancer want me

Chapter 6 19

Chapter 6

- So, for starters, ten laps around the training ground. Don't help yourself with magic. This means: do not push yourself in the back with air magic, do not throw fireballs at those who run ahead of you, do not conclude a deal with the devil for a credit in physical training in exchange for a soul (was there such a thing in his practice?), And most importantly ! Don't even hope to hypnotize me or curse me, it won't work anyway, - Master Jorah added in a bored tone. - Well, what are we standing, girls, what are we waiting for?

Damn girls. Twenty-six healthy guys from the fighting department, ten young necromancers, four fighting girls and one little necromancer me.

Nothing to do, run. I run and think, this is not how I imagined my acquaintance with the guys. I knew that the gift of necromancers was rare and found mainly in aristocratic circles, but I did not expect that I would be the only girl in the group. The militants run ahead, and the girls are not inferior to the guys. A little further my classmates trudge along. Am I the last one out?

Hi, I'm Arn! Marry me?

So, the main thing is not to stumble as usual. Maybe it's a sports term of some kind? Maybe he wants me to enter the arena with him for the sake of a duel?

- And you don't get sick. Arn, where exactly do you need to go?

- Married, of course. You don't think I'm not purebred. My last name is Hilessiossi.

- Come on another time, it's hard to run and talk, I haven't exercised for a long time.

- Agreed. - The young man beamed and ran on.

Hmm, I thought I was eccentric. I know this genus, famous for its excellent battle mages. What do they want from me? Or maybe Arna was conquered by my unearthly beauty? She looked at herself as if from the side - a sweaty girl was running, limping on both legs, and also holding on to her right side. Yes, beauty.

- Adept Chaantville! What are we dreaming about? The stream has already come running for a long time, they have been waiting for one of you. I see you have trouble running. And what will please the old master? Sword fighting, hand-to-hand combat, crossbow work, dagger throwing or star throwing at least?

- I can sit on the twine, - she cheerfully reported to the not at all old master. Everyone in attendance burst out laughing. It's a shame, at least classmates could turn away to the side, and not laugh in the face.

- This will help you a lot when you run away from the undead, - the master replied ironically, - and don't even doubt, sooner or later this happens to every necromancer. I am glad that at least a third of the students quieted down after these words. And I seriously thought about my bleak situation ...

Finally the bell rang and I went to my ethics class. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Arn was trying to attract attention, but decided to pretend that I did not hear or see him.

- Hey, Christiana! Forgive us, assholes! We should not laugh at you, after all, we necromancers must stick together! “I was approached by several guys in black uniforms. - I'm Klaus, - the wiry guy extended his hand for a shake, - these are Gregorian, Chaiden and Dimitri.

“I don’t save up for my own offense,” she answered languidly after a handshake.

“And I’ll drink someone else’s blood,” the classmates answered in unison and laughed merrily.

The old children's necromantic rhyme defuse the situation and now we are going to the lecture all together.

- Good morning colleagues by vocation, - master Milichios looked around the office with an attentive look.

"Dear old man," she whispered to Klaus, who was sitting next to her.

- Yeah, if you think colonesian anacondas are cute. This is “the same Ornetti,” whispered the neighbor on the desk even more quietly.

Blimey! Milichios Ornetti! There are so many legends about his strength and experience that it suddenly became scary to talk in class. And then suddenly he will put me to rest without any murder, and then he will raise me, and then he will put me to rest, and so on a couple more times.

- I know what you're thinking now. What is this ethics of necromancy and what is it washed down with. Do you know how many necromancers have said goodbye to their lives ahead of time because of such trifles as, for example, an incorrectly executed contract? - The master walked around the office and meticulously examined each of us. It was clear that he wasn't waiting for answers from the green first years, he was just giving us time until the full gravity of the situation dawned on us. - I'll give you an example. Last year, one of my talented students went to practice in a remote village. There he signed a contract to kill, I quote: "A terrible, shaggy screeching creature that causes panic in three grown men." After signing the contract, it turned out that the "undead" is the mother-in-law of these customers. Laughter echoed through the audience and the teacher turned around sharply. “What would you do, adept…?”

- Rodius Turikkin. Of course, I would have broken the contract and would not waste time in this village forgotten by magic, - the guy from the far desk said self-confidently.

That student did the same. For which he paid with death. The villagers simply lifted him up on the pitchfork after the refusal, and he could not do anything. But he was in his fourth year!

- How so, - I could not restrain my indignation, - why didn't he defend himself?

- Good question, adept…?

- Chaantville. And what should he have done? What then happened to these peasants? Were they judged? - I bombarded the master with questions.

Alexander ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ - He did not defend himself because he had already signed a magical contract. They were judged, yes. The judge found them not guilty. And he had to do this: ...

While the master was dictating the lecture, I could not help thinking how lucky these three murderers were with the judge and how unlucky the judge was with the mother-in-law...