My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!-Chapter 324 - : Zephyr... Necroline

In the depths of the Necromancer Tower, a dark door stood guarded by just a single person.

The Guardian at the door wore a dark robe adorned with the emblem of the Necromancer Tower on his chest. He held a scythe in his arms, leaning on it for support, and appeared to be sleepy.

Despite only working as a Guard for this door, the Guardian was no ordinary member of the Necromancer Tower.

He was one of its Core Members, holding a rank higher than the Lich that Eren had slain in the Spirit Realm.

His influence within the Necromancer Tower was significant, and his strength was not lacking either, placing him among the five strongest Necromancers of the entire Tower while the Lich was barely ranked tenth.

As the black door was being guarded by such a formidable person, this place was considered the forbidden zone in the entire Necromancer Tower.

Other than the Tower Lord, no one was allowed to step foot in the area. Even the Archmages of Necromancer Tower who were stronger than the Guardian weren't allowed to get close.

If someone tried to approach the door, the Guardian had complete authority to execute them, even if they were the second in command of the Necromancer Tower.

The silver haired guardian looked like a normal human. If it wasn't the aura of death surrounding his body, it would have been impossible to link him with the Necromancer.

The aura was so heavy that if he hadn't worn a suppressive bracelet on his wrist, it would have spread through the entire floor.

The Silver Haired Guardian looked at the black door that was wrapped by a multitude of dark shackles. There were also a few shackles lying on the ground that appeared to have broken on their own.

"It should be time for another one," he mumbled.

Click~

A clicking sound resounded as one more shackle broke. As soon as the shackle broke, a momentary crack appeared in front of the door, connecting to the other side of the dark door.

From the small crack, a ghost rushed out, screeching with enough strength to make an entire city bleed from their ears.

Unfortunately, a barrier cast by the silver haired Necromancer kept the sound and the Ghost restricted to this place.

The Necromancer's sleepiness disappeared as he tightened his grip on the Scythe. With a wave of his scythe, he sliced through the space, attacking the origin of the Ghost that escaped from Hell.

Even as the Ghost was strong, it couldn't resist the attack of the Necromancer, being destroyed right there. The small crack also closed on its own, following the death of the escaped Hell's Prisoner.

"Only thirty more chains to go. With each chain, the ones coming out are getting stronger. I wondered how long it will take before all the shackles break and the Hell's Door finally opens..."

He swung the Scythe, bringing it back to its position, being used as a stand for him to support his body lazily, yawning.

"This place is so boring. I want to go out and have some fun as well." The silver haired Necromancer let out a tired sigh that echoed across the dark hall with no one to hear him.

"The Tower Master is going through all this trouble, simply to bring back one person?" He gazed towards the door, as if trying to see through the door. "I hope you won't be a disappointment, Zephyr... Necroline..."

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In the Western Continent, a merchant ship docked in front of a bustling city. Workers hired by the merchants disembarked, carrying several boxes intended for delivery to one of their clients.

While the ship was at rest, guests were given the opportunity to either remain on board or explore the city where Duke Hart of the Holy Empire resided.

"Is this the Royal City?" Aster asked curiously, standing next to Eren.

"It's too small to be the Royal City of the Western Continent," Eren replied, unaware that the spirit of the real Aster had voiced the same exact thought to the guest from Earth who now inhabited his body.

Aster, the one from Earth, felt a bit embarrassed, as if he were being reprimanded by two people simultaneously.

In his mind, he couldn't help but complain, 'How am I supposed to know? It's not as if I'm a native of this world!"

"Shall we also go into the city? We can gather some information," Aster suggested, attempting to regain some dignity.

"There is no point. Most of the information that they have is already useless for us. It's especially the case as the information had already been manipulated..." Eren shook his head lightly.

The only worthwhile information was going to be in the Royal City which was his final destination, especially since the Map of Celestial Dragon's Heart was also pointing towards the same direction.

As he had already traveled through most of the continent, only a few days were left before they were to land in the Royal City.

He turned around to return to his room, only to suddenly stop, feeling as if he caught the sight of a familiar figure in the distance.

He abruptly turned around, looking into the distance. Although the person was too far from the Ship, almost at the entrance of the city, but with heightened senses, he was able to see that person.

The person had their back turned towards him, making it impossible for him to see their face. Still, from their figure, it was clear that the person was a woman.

He was also sure that it was a familiar figure, especially since his Celestial Dragon Bloodline had become active. It was a Dragon in human form.

Normally, even a Sea Dragon could not sense another sea dragon unless that person used the Dragon Tongue Magic or left traces behind.

Eren wasn't sure how he could sense that person. Was it because of the purity of his Bloodline?

That familiar figure and a Bloodline purity that was strong enough to make his Celestial Dragon Bloodline take notice?

In his mind, there were no doubts about that woman's identity anymore.