Dream Field Sakiko

In an era when knowledge was banned, the physician Lyle had to be extremely cautious even in academic research, an invitation from the Andrei Academy materialized before his eyes.
The Andrei Academy of Cassandale? 
Lyle peered closely at the tombstone before him, hissing, 
"Ah, the scholars here really know how to pick a spot."

Academic gathering with a lich

This was not the word spoken by Serio; in the absolutely independent secret realm, the name he recited was an even deeper and darker name. When that pronunciation appeared at the ear of a living being, it would flow and fester an indescribable malice, a rebellion condensed to the extreme, as if your own skin had betrayed you, you could feel your skin licking the flesh beneath it. The tone was so bizarre and eccentric that no written name could capture it.


It was like an illusionary fear deliberately concocted by someone, sowing the sensation of palpitations in an instant.


The only thing that survived in memory in written form, remembered by the soul as a name, was...


The journalist did not interpret this absurd terror as Serio's trickery, although he desperately wanted to do so.


Chapter 611 New Hamlet