I Became The Academy Necromancer

Prince Rehul, the second prince, was in utter disbelief upon hearing the news.

The maid who came to deliver the news was trembling and hung her head low.

With a tendency to become excessively violent when things didn’t go his way…

“You come here and tell me that?!”

Rehul kicked the maid in the abdomen, sending her sliding backwards until she hit the wall.

“Cough! Cough!”

“Damn it!”

He continued venting his anger, ignoring the maid who was struggling to breathe.

While he put on the image of a gentle prince in front of Princess Eleanor and others, in reality, he was far more vicious and ambitious than any of the other princes.

Having grown up watching his less capable brother, he had become arrogant to the core.

“That idiot is leading the next subjugation as well? Has Father completely lost his mind?!”

Rahul had already failed to subjugate the great demonic monster in the Sahar Desert in the first mission.

At that time, the strategy and leadership of the first prince, Rahul, were truly abysmal; however, Rehul deliberately remained silent and followed his brother.

Only by doing so could he reveal Rahul’s incompetence to everyone.

And now they were giving the first prince, Rahul, another chance after that ridiculous display?

It was truly absurd.

“Rerhulta…!”

All this was happening only because the first prince, Rahul, had taken over the great demonic monster subjugation strategy proposed by the fourth prince, Rerhulta.

Net of Heaven and Earth.

It was one of battle formations the Griffin used when dealing with great demonic monsters, and it had been adopted for the second subjugation.

Princess Eleanor had given this information to the fourth prince, Rerhulta, who then passed it to the first prince, Rahul.

“Huff.”

Prince Rehul, the second prince, swept his bangs and thought of the foreign princess.

What was the reason?

None of these feelings were present when he first saw her.

At some point, the desire to possess her had arisen, and seeing his other brothers wanting her made that desire even stronger.

Although she had indirectly helped Rahul this time…

“She can be used for my gain if manipulated effectively.”

Though it might be risky to marry her, keeping her as a lover seemed ideal.

She also seemed to be pretty useful in various ways despite her age.

Moreover, she seemed to have a better impression of him than of the first prince, Rahul.

“Princess Eleanor.”

Rehul began to mull over methods to win her heart.

* * *The atmosphere within the royal palace had become strangely tense as of late.

The first and fourth princes were practicing the Net of Heaven and Earth they had learned from Princess Eleanor.

On the contrary, the second prince, Rehul, was actively solidifying his position.

“Are you saying that we’re going to implement the strategy that the foreign princess taught us?”

“That’s absurd. Then what does that make us?”

“The Jerman kingdom also has excellent strategies for subjugating the great demonic monster. Honestly, didn’t problems in the first subjugation arise due to Prince Rahul overextending himself by taking command…?”

The people Rehul was spending time with were none other than the generals.

He was consoling the generals of his country, whom the first prince, Rahul, had neglected.

“Do you think that I am unaware of the generals’ capabilities? We are only using that strategy for the sake of diversity this time.”

“Hmph.”

“If that’s what you think, Prince Rehul.”

After managing to calm the furious generals, Rehul also sought out the kingdom’s Mages.

In particular, he sought a very famous dark mage in the Jerman Kingdom.

His name was Coltman Velik.

The same man Deus had once spoken about as the epitome of a good Dark Mage during the first grand debate.

Because of the hot climate, he didn’t wear a robe like the other Mages and was dressed lightly, with his upper body exposed.

Hence, he looked more like a shaman than a Dark Mage.

“Coltman, do you also have a negative opinion about this operation?”

At Rehul’s question, Coltman had a subtle reaction. The two were leaning against the palace railing, watching the first and fourth princes practicing with the soldiers.

“Net of Heaven and Earth. It means to spread a net over the sky and earth.”

“That’s right.”

Coltman smirked subtly at those words.

“They are indeed deploying the net in a groundbreaking way. This truly shows the difference in the mindsets of Griffin and Jerman.”

“…”

“But in my opinion, I believe that the chances of success are low. It’s a method that requires a lot of preparation from the start. And how do they even plan to set this up in the desert?”

Listening to Coltman’s opinion, Rehul couldn’t hide his satisfied smile.

Even if it succeeded, the generals would not be pleased with it, and if it failed?

If Rahul failed even after being given two chances, it would essentially prove his incompetence continuously.

My foolish brother…

Rehul smirked as he watched his brother continue to rack his brain with the fourth prince Rerhulta, moving the soldiers without a break.

* * *The third prince, Serhul, could also feel the uneasy atmosphere pervading the kingdom.

Even though he had almost no interest in the palace factions or the succession to the throne, he had observed more than enough since childhood to understand.

“…Sigh.”

All six brothers had suddenly fallen in love with Princess Eleanor, naturally turning it into a battle for succession.

There were even rumors that all this had started when Princess Eleanor arrived.

But Serhul knew the truth.

The real culprit behind all this was none other than himself.

“This isn’t what I wished for.”

Serhul simply wished for an ordinary life. He hoped that his brothers wouldn’t fight each other and would be able to live harmoniously.

“You don’t look pleased.”

At that moment, a man naturally appeared in the corner of Serhul’s room.

The beautiful young man with white hair was dressed in a sophisticated suit and wore white gloves.

“You…!”

Serhul wanted to jump up and launch an attack as soon as he saw him, but his body wouldn’t move as he wished.

“It seems that you’re not satisfied with the item you purchased from my shop.”

“…!”

Not only his hands and feet, but his lips and tongue were frozen as well.

Hence, Serhul was unable to refute him.

“What you purchased was ‘brotherly love and peace,’ right?”

“…”

“You don’t have to worry. Soon, your brothers won’t fight each other anymore.”

With a broad smile on his face, the Demon Lord of Deception, Lehric, approached Serhul.

“If they’re dead, they can’t fight, can they?”

“…!”

Although there was no visible change in Serhul’s expression, his intense emotions were almost palpable.

What on earth did he mean by that?

Serhul wondered if he heard him correctly, that there would only be peace after all of his brothers died.

“Well, I’m not the one who will kill them. I merely ignited the flames of your brothers’ desires. They are all running around eagerly to satisfy their own desires.”

Just like demons.

That last addition by Lehric carried a weight that Serhul couldn’t bear.

However, at the same time, he wondered why this man had come here.

It had been weeks since they made the deal, and he hadn’t shown his face once until this moment. So, why now?

As if reading his thoughts, Lehric slowly turned his gaze out the window and hummed.

“There’s a man who I find very interesting and would like to have on his way here.”

A man he has an interest in?

He wondered what Lehric meant by that, but the demon had no intention of explaining it to him.

Excited, he continued speaking.

“He hit me pretty hard during his time in Dream Demon Manor. I do admit that the stage I set up was a bit sloppy, but still…”

Beyond the desert….

He was waiting for that man who was yet to escape the Marias Great Forest.

“Please hurry up and come soon, Deus Verdi.”

The Demon Lord of Deception couldn’t help but lick his lips in anticipation.

* * *“Sigh.”

Late evening.

An intense heat filled the entire city during the day, but the moment the sun set, an icy chill crept into the room through the windows.

Eleanor had often heard about the large differences in temperature in the desert, but she never thought that it would be this extreme until she experienced it firsthand.

However, there was nothing better to cool her heated head.

Breathing in the cold night air, Eleanor slowly reviewed her next steps.

The six princes circling her—though the degree may have varied, all had feelings for Eleonora, and she intended to actively take advantage of that.

First Prince Rahul Jerman was blatantly bold and led a life steeped in lust, much like his father.

Since arriving here, she couldn’t even count the number of times the prince had half-jokingly, half-seriously suggested sharing a bed.

Second Prince Rehul Jerman appeared gentle and kind on the surface but harbored the most blatant desires within.

It was obvious that he was busy contemplating whether he should be the one to sit on the throne instead of his brother, Rahul.

Third Prince Serhul was indifferent to all the power struggles and faction fights. He simply wanted to live a quiet life.

Fourth Prince Rerhulta had excessive loyalty towards their father, King Ramahul. He had a semi-obsessive tendency to do anything for his father.

Fifth Prince Sarirhul was a clown.

And Sixth Prince Sirahul was only eight years old.

The fifth and sixth princes were younger than Eleanor, so they weren’t really much of a problem.

In fact, whenever they paid her a visit Eleanor would just play with them without any ulterior motives.

“Sigh.”

Another sigh escaped her lips.

Though entangled in a web of relationships, Eleanor’s plan wasn’t anything special.

Having come to the Jerman Kingdom and seeing that she would be staying here for a while, she intended to use this time to at least sow some chaos to the Jerman Royal Family.

That was all she hoped for.

The more she got involved, the greater the chances it could backfire on Eleanor as well.

However…

“At the very least, I should spark a succession dispute by causing division or factionalism among the princes.”

Eleanor rested her chin on her hand and muttered while recalling the blueprint she envisioned in her mind.

Yes, she could at least make the princes fight amongst themselves.

That alone would prove to be quite beneficial to the Griffin Kingdom.

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The pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together. It would take a lot of effort and risk.

However, if everything unfolded according to Eleanor’s plan, the best outcome would be…

“Rebellion.”

She even thought of the possibility of changing the occupant of the throne.