"The geese."
Migrating geese flew through the air in a herringbone formation, and a startled Eleazar turned his head to look at the few people who had let out exclamations of surprise.
Where's that bumpkin from? He's never even seen a goose.
Monday...
Exhausted for two full days, and having appeased his redhead, Eleazar is ready to continue his outing in search of the dark creatures.
"Can't keep indulging like this..."
Passing the crowded wall of quarterly exam results announcements on the way, he tiptoed over to have a look.
Find the history department and very confidently look directly toward the top ten at the top.
Seventh place-Eleazar!
Unsurprisingly getting a top ten finish, he shrugged and walked out of the school building.
"Boo!"
Just as he stepped out of the gate, a black shadow suddenly slammed down from in front of him and fell heavily to the ground, splattering blood!
"..."
Eleazar slowly wipes the blood from his face and looks up.
In the corridors of the fifth floor, countless people reached out, poked their bodies out, and let out screams of terror.
It seems they were also shocked by the accident.
Eleazar drops his eyes again to the dying life.
The man's body convulsed slightly, his wide eyes filled with pain, his mouth seemed to want to say something to him, but eventually it disintegrated and froze.
A twisting black aura slowly dispersed.
He died of a bizarre curse...
Generally speaking, purifying cursed objects was the duty of the Acolytes, and had little to do with them Witcher, even if they purged more than they could digest the magic potion.
But there were occasional exceptions, such as the soul in front of him who sent him a plea.
"Your displeasure, I receive."
The transfer ritual in the body was slightly different.
[Residual magic potion: 990/1000]
Just how much resentment was it that even he, the Witcher, had to moonlight as a priest for a bit.
Eleazar mused faintly, turning to walk up the stairs.
Though a bit surprised, he took on the soul's commission.
Panic had broken out down there, and the teacher rushed out, found a white cloth to cover it, and then evacuated the crowd.
And Eleazar has made it to the 5th floor and is standing in that spot where the accident happened, he looks around.
The crowd in the corridor had all returned to the classroom, as if they had just been in a lesson, but now those people were no longer in a state of mind to listen to the lesson.
The tutor had likewise lost the heart for lecturing, and now became like a repeater, reading the material prepared beforehand without emotion.
Eleazar glances at the blackboard.
Antiques ...
There was also a crown from an unknown era on the table, but that one was just a high replica, used for displaying educational materials.
Senses swept through the classroom, still not finding anything out of the ordinary.
That person is obviously not here to be affected by a cursed object.
"Well, start by investigating his name, and his tracks over the last few days..."
It's a bit of a pain in the ass, but it's better than the dark creatures that don't even have a clue.
Eleazar stood waiting at the end of the hallway by the stairway, pretending to look at the view.
It didn't take long for a number of people to walk up and just call a halt to that class that was coming to an end.
Eleazar saw plainclothes, and acolytes hidden among them.
Instructors were questioned, as well as many students who knew the deceased.
A paramedic van was parked downstairs and a couple of masked orderlies were quickly cleaning up the scene.
Eleazar withdraws his gaze and pretends to pass by, then listens intently to the men's conversation.
"I don't know Mr. Aegus well..."
"I saw Aegus eating alone in the dining hall yesterday, as if he was preoccupied."
"Aegus-san doesn't usually have much entertainment, but he seems to have joined the Literature Department and often goes there for events."
"..."
[Name of deceased: Egus]
[Subject: Department of History]
[Footprints of the last two days: dining hall, classrooms, dormitories, club rooms.]
"Literature Department?"
Eleazar frowned slightly, as if he had heard the name of the society somewhere.
Passing through the group, he tried to think back for a moment, finally coming back to it in fragments of memory.
Once upon a time, a man with a great love of the paranormal and the occult told him in detail about all the mysterious happenings at the college, until one day, he actually ran into a ghost.
"I wonder how those guys from the Mystery Club are doing now~"
Eleazar thought back to that day when a few people were scared out of their wits, and suddenly felt a little funny.
I happen to be planning to go to the Literature Department, so why don't I stop by and see them too?
Arriving at the General Education Building, Eleazar lurches to his feet and looks up a little puzzled.
He thought at first that he was being overly sensitive, but as he stepped up the stairs, the strange sensation became clearer and clearer.
There was no mistaking that it was indeed a very subtle spiritual fluctuation.
Eleazar instantly quickened his pace...
...
On the 4th floor, in the Literature Department's activity room, a few students who hadn't the slightest idea that a member of the department had already gotten himself killed were still excitedly flipping through the ancient handwritten journal that had accidentally turned up.
The words on the withered yellow pages seemed to have an indescribable and mysterious attraction, and had already made them sleep and eat for several days.
But the good news is that there was a breakthrough in translation, and they finally figured out the corresponding dictionary for the ancient language.
One of the ministry members suggested, "Why don't we wait for Aegus-san to come first, after all, he studied this area, and it always feels like we'll be translating out of order."
The other guy was full of it, "It's okay, we can try it out and then cross-reference the errors when he gets here."
The other two couldn't seem to wait any longer, so the boy with the vaguely bad feeling could only keep his mouth shut.
So the four of them flipped through the dictionary of that ancient language and began to struggle to translate what was on the pages.
"Creation... O God and Lord of all..."
"We... Sing instead of weep..."
"We cried and cried..."
"We ... Pray..."
Their eyes were wide open, their eyeballs seemed as if they were about to burst out, and their whole body's blood and flesh wriggled, spreading an indescribable sense of alienation.
"Bar-ta~"
The dictionary of ancient languages dropped noiselessly, a breeze blew in through the window, the curtains fluttered slightly, and the room was empty.
...
Eleazar, who had just run up to the fourth floor, frowned.
Spiritual fluctuations... It's gone!
Not daring to delay any longer, he quickly ran down the hallway, and nearly ran into someone.
"Hey, no running in the hallway!"
Hearing the unkind warning voice behind him, which somehow felt familiar, Eleazar turned around.
"Huh? It's you."
It's that Mr. Knight who is full of justice and fights for the underdog.
Fintan Chau frowned, seemingly remembering him all the same.
"What are you doing here!"
"I'm here to report to the activity room."
Eleazar pointed ahead to the Mystic Society, then asked rhetorically:
"What about you, what are you doing here?"
"I just heard the cries of the weak!"
Mr. Knight had a calm face.
Two girls who happened to be passing by froze, then covered their mouths and snickered at each other.