Necromancer Survival

talized…”

     “……” Startled, I looked at Seo Dawon standing next to me; the mage only lowered his eyes, saying nothing.

     This situation was one where the mage couldn’t interfere or intervene, so it seemed a bit unfair for him to receive this criticism.
The moment I opened my mouth to correct Kim Sangyoon’s misunderstanding though, Seo Dawon first grabbed onto my hand tightly, and the words died in my throat.

     Looking at my expression, Kim Sangyoon must have thought I felt hurt by his words.
Flustered, he apologized, “N-Nevermind.
I’m being presumptuous…”

     “It’s okay.
But…Dawon-ie also had some circumstances…”

     “Understood.
I just…was curious.”

     After this awkward conversation, Kim Sangyoon accelerated his packing.
“Hyung-nim, I’ll move the luggage to the parking lot.”

     “…Alright.
Thank you.” After we left the hospital room, I gave my parting greetings and looked towards Seo Dawon.
I hoped he wouldn’t blame himself or take his anger out on Kim Sangyoon for no reason.

     However, Seo Dawon only gazed at the floor and had nothing much to say.
The subdued atmosphere tugged on my heart.
I grabbed his sleeve, but he looked back at me without saying a word and soon stood up from his seat.

     “Then, if something happens, please call on me! I’ll come straight away,” Kim Sangyoon announced.

     “Yes.
Thank you so much for all that you’ve done during this time, Sangyoon-ssi…”

After collecting the receipt, we returned home.
Kim Sangyoon said he’d move my luggage all the way inside, but, since it was only just one bag, I thought that was too much.
In the end, he only brought it to the front door before backing away.

     Certainly, compared to before, Kim Sangyoon’s reticence towards me seemed to have disappeared (though he still grew a little anxious whenever I reached my hand towards him).
It was strange to see his sincerity.
As I looked at the sports car and its loud exhaust sound disappearing into the horizon, I thought that it wasn’t possible for people to fundamentally change so much…

     “…What on earth is this?!”

     However, I forgot all that as soon as I opened the front door and entered the living room.
There was no time to be immersed in grateful emotions when such a horrifying scene unfolded before my eyes.

     “They must have forgotten to clean up.”

     “It’s tiresome, so let’s have Lackey deal with it, Lee-kyung-ah.”

     “What’s this, you live in a better home than what I expected.
But why’s the living room so destroyed?”

     The other servants calmly responded to the sight, but I couldn’t do the same.

     It was as if the place bore witness to a fierce fight.
The sofa was covered with some debris, and the marble floor was cracked here and there.
The glass table, which had no flaws before I collapsed, was shattered into pieces.
Additionally, what was with the vase stuck in the center of the TV screen?

     “Did you get attacked?” Woo Ragi asked.

     “The glass hasn’t been cleaned up yet, so come this way.”

     However, unlike my shocked self, the servants moved around without showing much agitation.
In particular, Seo Dawon picked me (who had gone completely rigid) up and crossed the living room, wading through the broken shards.

     I stayed still until I was laid down on the bed.
As soon as my butt touched the mattress, I jumped up like a spring and grabbed the mage.
“Hey, why is it such a mess over there? Did something happen after I collapsed?”

     “……” However, Seo Dawon was silent.
Strangely, he avoided my gaze and looked far away.

      However, soon afterwards, Jung Garam opened the door, barged in, and hugged me.
As if he were telling on someone, he pointed out the culprit in an accusatory tone, “Dawon-ie hyung completely smashed everything.”

     “What?”

     “I tried to stop him, right? But, hyung grabbed me and threw me.”

     Shocked by the unbelievable explanation, I turned towards the mage.
Seo Dawon didn’t react much to Garam-ie’s frivolous words.
However, seeing as he didn’t deny, it seemed that he actually destroyed the home.

      “Why did you do that!” I shouted.

      “I failed to control my skills.”

      “Huh?”

      “My concentration kept on being disturbed.” Then, Seo Dawon looked at me gently, as if I were the cause.

      I thought I should let this topic go, but, once again, my heart gripped onto it unexpectedly.
I couldn’t believe my heartbeat raced at the thought of him destroying the house… Wasn’t I completely hopeless? A sense of shame and futile expectation rose within me.

Footnotes

I might have explained before, but 8th-grader syndrome (or chuunibyou syndrome) is this sort of edgy childishness .