1000 nin no Homunkurusu no Shoujo tachi ni Kakomarete Isekai Kenkoku

"I see. So Master Abneil has lived for decades, has he?

Abneil nodded honestly when Sage, Nahat's deputy with peachy hair, asked the question.

"Yeah, I've been alive for over fifty years. Until then, I mean, I remember somehow, but then you're vague. Maybe it's been more... I don't know."

"But it would be amazing if that were true. The life expectancy of our homunculus is said to be about ten years. It doesn't age like a human being, but it just stops moving. We don't know what causes that."

"Maybe there's some kind of secret there. Abu Neil, do you have any verses on how you've lived so long?

To Nahat's question, the girl thinks, "Hey..."

"I guess, but I feel like I got my life expectancy once, too. Just after ten years or so, one day, I was struck by a terrible pain that seemed to splurge all over me. I didn't move my hands and feet, I lost my ability to open my eyes... and I was ready to die... but..."

"But this is how you live. Why is that? Did something special happen to you?

to Sage's words. Abneil shook his head,

"No. You don't have a verse in mind. It was a day when they were called vampires and chased around by assassins directed by humans. In a way, on a monotonous day. During the day, let's run away, hide and seek out the rattles, and at night, we're scared of raids, that's what it looks like. Thanks to you, my body was worn out, and the wounds were so bad that the demon attacked me. High fever... just around that time, life expectancy came."

Woon, and Nahat roared.

Sage also looks at his eyebrow root and shakes his head.

"General, unfortunately that sounds like our misprospect. Apparently, Mr. Abneil's longevity is of a special nature that appeared only to her. There doesn't seem to be anything we can refer to... General Nahat?

She looked at Nahat as a ghost.

Nahat wasn't just roaring. He gazed wide open at Abneil's face.

Abneil's hair is bumpy and she can't even see the look on her face.

Spicy, big eyes that emit dull light behind dull blonde hair just look chilly.

"Yes!"

Then what did Nahat think? Nahat pays Abunir's hair back when he reaches without a pulse.

"Hieh, no more rambling, sister!?

The girl made a frightened voice, but Nahat tied her hair behind her.

As such,

"Look at that, Sage. her eyes."

I said so.

Sage was also surprised to see Abneil.

Because the girl's eyes were not golden.

"I see... Mr. Abneil, is this from birth?

to Sage's question. While Abneil dropped her gaze,

"I closed my eyes thinking I was going to die because I was attacked by a terrible disease... And the next time I woke up, it was like this."

Yes, he answered with his silver eyes blinking.

"Sage, let's hurry up and get to Master Ishi. You have to make out with Narcose."

"Ha."

Sage nodded, announcing an order to start the action toward his surroundings.

"It's the myth of a golden town (mutooth) where souls (spirits) dance. Recreate the dance of death (Tote Morte) at the north end of the Mitorcian continent. To make known the nectar of vengeance (Lahe), as it once did when pagan (Elehia) was placed on the headstand (Guillotine)"

The orchestra, led by Rhapsody, sings beautiful and disastrously chorus.

Along with it, the black aura went constantly.

It is Necromancer Tote Morte who takes the lead in directing them.

Beyond the limits of her own (Mizuka) and other gifts on the melody of Hell's Music (Cantuone), she accomplished the resurrection of the dead across five kilometers around Fort Migside Berica.

The bodies of poor soldiers who rebelled against the kingdom decades ago and defeated it.

The clan royalists are all killed, and their grudges are stained with bone marrow.

Nevertheless, the long years almost weather the memories of when we lived from the dead.

All that's left is the smell of blood we smelled just before we died and our hatred for the kingdom soldiers who killed us.

"That's Rhapsody's music (Cantuone). My gift alone is hard to get a decades-old body up. Yet amplify the fluctuations of death with the melodies of your blasphemy (Milodia) and even the summoned dead (Morta) will be brought back to life!

Looking around from the rooftop terrace, Tote Morte shouted excitedly.

Beneath his eyes an army of resurrected dead men from beneath the earth line up to proceed.

The goal is a thousand enemy troops.

"Excellent! Excellent!! Death will ravage the world! The living doubt their lives!! C 'mon, Hell's Deceased, trample him through the logic (proverb) of this world!!

Part-time orchestra members on a small pause in Tote Morte, where tension continues to rise,

"I'm in such an amazing mood, is that always how you do it?

"Shit, you can't touch it. Fighting makes me feel excited. I'm with the head of the orchestra."

"Oh, that's why you're close..."

and so on.