Chapter 16: First Classes [2]
"Now now, class. Since today marks your first day and orientation, I won't take much of your time." Deerheart's voice was gentle—perhaps excessively so.
His black hair and golden eyes gleamed, even behind his glasses, as though he were constantly channeling mana—a radiant, mesmerizing smile that could easily charm anyone plastered his lips.
"Now, as you may already be aware, necromantic talent stems from affinities with shadow, darkness, or death. But do you truly understand what necromancy actually is?"
Anica, seated in front of me, raised her hand... Just like every female character I've ever designed, she was breathtaking—but in a quietly endearing way.
She had porcelain-pale skin, pink hair, and moonlight-grey eyes—yet her most distinguishing feature was her stature.
Despite being a year older than the rest of the class, she was quite petite, with a luminous face and innocent eyes.
A book was clutched tightly to her chest, which, in terms of physique, was neither particularly small nor large.
"Sir, necromancy is the ability to resurrect the dead, but its true essence lies in wish fulfillment, that is, eternal life and boundless strength."
Deerheart smiled at Anica's response and nodded. "Indeed, Miss Anica—no wonder your father treasures you." His gaze met mine for a moment before turning back to the class.
He then continued. "Necromancy, as she aptly stated, is the art that grants individuals the opportunity to pursue immortality and power."
'System, why are Deerheart's eyes still glowing?'