"Resurrection of the Dead."
"- The resurrection."
Richt gave a second resuscitation to the dead Faelis.
And then he comes back to life as if nothing had happened again.
It looks so crisp after a brutal way of fighting.
…… What's the matter with you? Mr. Richt. "
"No, nothing..."
Just one step, Richter, distance himself from Faelice.
I knew it was compatible, but it was a fight I didn't want to see as much as I could.
"Maybe reinforcements will come. Don't think you should finish your work early."
"Oh, yeah."
Stay prompted by Faelice.
Richt searches for the legendary Necromancer.
The quickest way is to find that Necromancer tombstone.
Only that the heroes are gathered together, and all the names written on the headstones are those who have heard them.
Not only were they once brave, but also great men, such as the Great Sage and the Great Alchemist.
"- There it is. Right here."
"... eternal Necromancer, sleeps here - is it? What's your name... Dorothy?
"Ah. Resurrection of the Dead."
Eternal Necromancer.
If it's not determined that a necromancer like Dorothy won't show up from now on, it's the kind of title you'll never get.
Legend has it that Richt manipulated more than a thousand dead spirits at the same time, even though he just knows it.
One thin hand popped out of the grave soil of such a hero in momentum.
"- Goho! Hey, I need your help... Hello?
Dorothy's first voice was a line like asking for help.
The grave soil seems surprisingly stiff and I still see only one arm.
Just looking at it here is just a zombie.
"Mr. Richter, don't help?
"Naturally. Faelice, help me pull this off."
Richt and Faelice desperately tried to pull out one arm that jumped out.
Being a feminine thin arm, it is likely to break if poorly invested.
We pull together with care.
"- PHA!... you know, if I were to resuscitate you, I would have liked it after I dug up some more"
"Oh, I'm sorry..."
"You should apologize. So, what's wrong with resuscitating me?
Managing to join forces, Dorothy, full of dirt, shows up.
He seemed a little dissatisfied with the sudden contamination of his body, but he doesn't seem to mention it any more.
I seem more concerned about why I was resurrected than that.
"To be honest, I want you to be one of us."
"Fine - oh, just one question before that"
Too easy to acknowledge.
And additional questions come.
"You're not a necromancer, are you? How did you resuscitate me? I don't even seem to have a subordinate relationship - in fact, I'm not your slave."
"I'm not a necromancer. I can resuscitate the Dead, but I can't subjugate them. Instead, I can resuscitate myself... Apparently."
The last word comes in a slightly cloudy form.
I've only activated it once, and I'm not sure it's clear. Like Faelice, I didn't even think to experiment.
Still, Dorothy reacted pretty well.
I'm listening to Richt sounds interesting.
"I knew you were capable of resembling me. But I've never heard of reviving myself."
Mr. Richter is amazing.
"Hi..."
So - and Dorothy returns to the story.
"I should have been one of yours, right? I'll do my best to resuscitate you."
"Thank you. Then let's go home before reinforcements arrive."
Copy that.
Thus.
The legendary Necromancer became one of the Richters.