At night, the light of day shall be lost, and in the woods shall be enveloped in darkness.
Because the moon is hidden by clouds, or the light of the moon is not shed. I usually feel gloomy about the lack of moonlight, which is the only source of light, except tonight. This is a great opportunity to decide on a Necromancer crusade.
Me, Amako, and Ark were waiting for the village chiefs at the forest entrance, but when I saw the village chief and the people behind him, I was honestly surprised.
"I didn't think we'd get together so much."
The farm tools, a dozen men with old swords, led the village chief and came this way with a tense face.
"Everyone didn't feel so good about this situation. But we didn't have the courage to stand alone. Thanks to you, too, for showing your willingness to fight."
In the light of the village chief's words, I am also more distracted.
If I fail to defeat the Necromancer with the help of the villagers, the wrath of the Necromancer will be directed straight at the villagers.
If that happens, we have to crush the limbs of the distressed but wandering zombies and seal their movements. There are limits to Mr. Alk's magic, so I'll have to take the lead.
And...
"Mayor, it's late to tell, but I'm good at restorative magic. So you can bring the injured to me after the Necromancer crusade. You'll be cured soon."
"Lord Usato... thank you for your care"
Before you fight, you can't reveal yourself as a healing wizard and incite anxiety, so you dare set yourself up to be good at healing magic.
The mayor of the village gives a relief expression from the peace of mind that there are those who heal even when the injured come out. When I saw that the conversation between me and the village chief was over, Mr. Ark started talking to the village chief and the men in the village behind him.
Perhaps you're explaining to them about tonight's operation. Mr. Ark, who knows the know-how of collective action because of his position as a knight, is a reliable man after all.
Looking at them with that in mind again, Amako, neatly covered her head with a jacket next door, looked up at me and talked to me.
"Usato, are you taking Burlin?"
"Brulin is sorry about tonight because I know the villagers will be scared even if he tells them he's one of us, but he's leaving a message. How's the magic better than that? I depend on your magic today."
"Totally fine. Besides, I have a good night's eye, so I can count on it in the dark."
"Ha, that's dependable"
Though I am accustomed to the darkness of Ringle, I cannot go unmistakably through the complete darkness. In that regard, Amako's eyes, the beast man, can really be relied upon.
"I've never fought with you before, but I think I can do it well with you"
"... right. It's the first time in a while."
What, is this guy nervous?
Sometimes I'm like, "Usato, what's wrong? I'm as honest as I'm creepy 'or something, but what I got back was a voice of empathy against expectations. Even this one embarrassed me, and I stuck my mouth out for a moment.
... Would you like to make a joke to relieve the tension a little?
"Ma, I don't think the Necromancer's prowess I heard you talk about would be so handy, but if there was anything to pinch -"
"What if there is?"
I'll take care of you.
"Huh?"
It's the first time I've heard your chilling voice like that.
Don't get me wrong, I put my index finger up after waving my hand to the side, and I will be polite enough to explain, "I'm the one who got upset today."
"You predict, I attack the motion. It's simple, but I think we can demonstrate an invincible combination."
……
"To do that, I need you to focus on your predictions. If you can only predict a brief moment while you're moving, you can take the role of me humping you and moving instead. And you instruct me how the enemy moves next, what to do, and how to move."
……
"Beat the best blow by prepending the opponent's actions at once with reflexes and predictions. In other words, you and I will be the strongest."
……
"... sorry"
I freak out at Amako looking up at this one with no expression in the back of the hood.
I can't see my face rather than, so my glowing eyes are visibly too fearful to like. I turned away silently as it was.
... I'm really concerned about the nasty movement of the top part of my head that hits her ear.
"Mr. Usato!"
"Hmm?"
A voice calling me unexpectedly.
If I turned my eyes to you, I could see Mr. Nair running over here. It looks somewhat bright with the bright lights of the house and the pine fire of the villagers, but it still doesn't turn into a dark thing.
She came running up to me in dangerous footsteps, breathing, looking at me...
"Yeah!?"
- Suddenly, I got a hug.
No way. Having calmed down once through a sudden embrace, I beg for help around in confusion.
But Mr. Ark, the village chief and half of the village people...... rather than the adults in their thirties and forties try to see something smiling, the other half or so of the twenties bump their gaze at this one such as resentment.
And Amako looks up at me and complains.
……
This has to be my role...
It's a senior role like Kazuki or something. I can't afford to feel this situation anymore because it's too much of a translation. Instead, why did she suddenly hug me?
It can't be a sweet story such as being fallen in love with the suspension bridge effect. Not if you have such floating feelings in your situation in this village, and more importantly, it's only been a day since I've known her, and I can't even think of her favoring me more than dearly.
Even if it's love at first sight, it's a temporary distraction. It's not about me having to travel. [M]
In the meantime, grab her shoulder and untie the arm that was turned on her back.
Let's keep it in our minds that we felt a little sorry for.
Don't worry, I'll be fine.
"... Huh?"
What's that reaction?
She opens her eyes and puzzles me, but I spin the words without a problem.
"I will beat the Necromancer who is tormenting the people of this village. Help this village, the people who live in it, and the carcasses that are being manipulated by Necromancers. So don't worry and wait here"
"Huh................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Really, you've done everything you can for us..."
Nair, upset by my words for some reason, bowed his head a few times and went back a little farther away.
... On the other hand, I think I would have done something very unfortunate if my senior found out about my hug earlier.
In fact, I've been beaten, kicked and cursed by women, but I've never been given a gentle response of being held.
If you think about it any more, you're going to cry over the beatings you've received from Rose, so turn to Mr. Alk and the village chief and encourage them to leave.
"Mr. Alk. It's time to leave."
"... right. Are you guys ready?"
When Mr. Alk said so, the people of the village raised their pines in a courageous voice.
Enough temper. Then all you have to do is - go defeat the hate necromancer.
I didn't come across zombies as creepy on the road.
I don't know if they're concentrating around the Western Hall, or if they're scattering it apart and letting it go free.
However, I kept the Western Hall close to being able to see without ever getting hurt alone. The western hall had a creepy presence, and around it I saw a slightly zombie-like figure. Maybe you can think of more than you can see lurking around.
Mr. Ark, holding the pine light and walking in the lead, stops and turns to me and Amako.
"Let's break up here. We'll draw zombies from the front of the building, so you two should try to break into the building."
"Okay. Okay, Amako, let's go."
"Yeah."
Be careful, Lord Usato.
"The village chief and all of you, please don't push."
He enters with Amako from a tidy road into a forest with dark trees as he is dropped off by the village chief and the villagers.
It's dark, I knew it.
Amako, lead the way.
"Yeah... don't get out of it, huh?"
"I know, I know."
I hold my fist so that I can intercept any time I encounter a zombie, too, as I follow Amako, who left before removing the coat he was wearing.
"Usato, stop"
Stop your legs and give in to Amako's words that lurked your voice.
After a few seconds or so, the nearby bushes make retreats and noises, and the zombies pass along with the groans.
... If Amako hadn't been here, they would have definitely found you.
After all, the prediction is too great.
"Wow!!"
I hear wild men shouting from the rear.
When I looked behind me, I saw a few pine lights a short distance from the entrance to the Western Hall and the men of the village and Mr. Alk screaming to inspire me.
Hearing the voice, the zombie who was passing nearby turned his eyes toward Mr. Alk and went toward you in a cursory motion like a canabun gathering in the light.
"... it looks like Mr. Alc and the others are starting to move."
"Let's go to this gap more and more"
Up to this point, the operation was successful.
It depends on me and Amako working hard.
Pull your mind together once now, and resume moving. Turn around the back of the hall, make sure the zombies are out of sight and out of the woods, approaching directly under the window.
When I put my hand on the window without making a sound, it opened without any resistance.
"... looks like it's not locked"
I don't know what to tell the demon opponent, but you're careless.
It could be a trap, but I don't have the option to come this far and pull it off. If you get into it, it's this one.
Enter the hall with Amako.
The room I entered was unnaturally tiny, and its tiny beauty seemed creepy the other way around.
"... a few, don't be there"
I can hear the roaring voices characteristic of zombies not so far from outside the room. Lurking his breath, he approaches the door and looks to Amako to make a prediction.
"I'm not right outside. Outside the door is a hallway. It's huge, but I'm walking ahead, and I'm turning... and I found it."
There's a wide hallway outside, and if you try to move on from there, you're going to bowl it together at the corner?
I really want to avoid it, but I want to avoid getting into trouble later.
"All right, then let's quickly disable him and move on."
Walk over to the window and strip away the dusty curtains. With it on his shoulder, he approaches the door again and hangs his hand on the door knob.
... It's very painful now that I know where the zombies come from, but I just have to do it.
"Amako, tell me when you're coming"
"... leave it to me"
We nod at each other and open the door at the same time, and Amako instructs us to move towards the corner of the hallway.
I can also act out of my mind if I know there are no zombies by this point. Wait for Amako's instructions as she ambushes in the corner.
"Usato, now"
At the same time as her words, she jumps out of the corner without hesitation and slaps two unarmed fists on both shoulders of the zombie with her eyes facing each other.
To avoid blowing it up further, thoughtfully stomp on one of the floating legs and slap both knees swinging their legs so that they remain stuck.
The last curtain I put on my shoulder wrapped around my mouth complete with helplessness.
Under his eyes, a zombie rolled over with his limbs smashed and his mouth blocked in an attempt to scream.
"... Don't pull."
That's what Amako said to me when she blued her face for a moment.
I just checked with my eyes, hit him, held him down with my toes, and broke my knee with a kick as it was, that's all I'm talking about.
............... I can't help it, can I?
"I didn't see it at all. The first thing blew out of the zombie's shoulder, and the next moment, my leg was broken and I was rolling to the ground. I thought Usat had finally defeated the zombie in the mood..."
"I wonder what kind of superorganism you think I am...? Hahaha, my eyes and body just follow my image, isn't that all? hahahaha"
Ugh, and I lift a zombie rolling on the floor, watching Amako's mouth distort sideways.
Surely if you want to be powerless without mercy and without manipulation, even living people can do this. Mr Halfa could probably do the same. But that's why I'm serious about hitting people... maybe not.
Throw a zombie tied to a nearby room and resume exploring the hall.
Oh, not at all... I don't like fights.
Inside the western hall was wider than I thought, and the security was so thin that I clapped it out.
As soon as I first met him, I wouldn't even run into a zombie.
However, if you look at some maintenance in the building, you can see that someone did the cleaning.
"Steady, the one who lives here seems to be a hobby for collecting antiques."
I get stunned as I tap the armor beautifully displayed at the edge of the hallway with a cone and fist.
If this was the same type of armor lined up, I wouldn't have reacted like this. Anyway, all the soles in front of us right now have different designs, different weapons, swords, morningstars, and...
"And what is this... you mean Halvard? You can't even hold a big weapon like this in a normal person."
A spear with an axe blade that exceeds my height.
The armor that holds that Halvard is also a sizeable two metres long.
The types of armor and weapons have absolutely nothing in common. As if it were a museum, Amako opened her mouth, looking at the armor as she walked down the aisle, with feelings of off-target.
"I don't think it's that old. There's armor I've seen on my journey."
And that doesn't mean it's an antique, does it mean that something relatively newly built is kept here for some reason?
The lack of unity in the shape of armor is simply a hobby of the Lord of this Hall, or -,
"Alk said... does that rumor have anything to do with it..."
Strange missing persons case that there hasn't been one in the last few years.
If the cause of the mysterious rumors that the powerful suddenly disappear is that the sight in front of them has something to do with Sole, then the missing cases and everything will be called Necromancer's place of business.
But then there's one thing that doesn't really fall.
"Why didn't Mr. Nair or the villagers tell us that...?"
Of course, we're talking about the assumption that the villagers also know about the rumors.
If there was a case of people disappearing at least until a few years ago near here, the villagers living here would associate themselves with the work of the Necromancer. But what I heard didn't seem to know anything about that.
... that's fine if I think too much.
"Wait."
"... what's up?"
"Ahead, there's a room with a light..."
As I walked down the hallway, Amako, who accidentally stopped walking, called me off and said so.
You're telling me the time has come for a room with a light, finally, to compete with a Necromancer? As I went down the road with vigilance, I did see a door with a light leaking out of the gap.
Is there a Necromancer in there?
"... not here"
You saw what was going on in the room in a prediction, Amako, who is reacting baffled.
Did you get caught? As Amako continues to predict, she approaches the front door and opens both doors.
The first thing that caught my eye was the little light of the magic prop that lit the lights and -,
"Huh......!?"
Library yet a book laid all the way to the ceiling.
You go inside, upset by a collection of books that are too much for an individual to own, and when you walk over to where the magic props are located, you take one of the books that is stacked.
The whole thing is brown, so to speak, and turning over a worn book, the title of the book catches my eye.
"Ca...... Gi's Brave Records"
I can't read the first author-like name with a bug, but it's like a book, or notebook, written about brave men.
When I say brave, I probably don't mean seniors and kazuki, I mean predecessors brave. It intrigues me and I open my notebook.
Carefully scrolling through pages that seemed brittle enough to collapse if treated abusively, but most pages did not, by the way, eat bugs and read well.
"Can't you read... Instead, you can't even read what you can just look at on a boulder."
I think so, and when I try to close the notebook, one sentence comes into my eyes and stops me from getting it.
A sentence marked big fat in an unnaturally empty blank in the center of the page.
- He hated people and loved us.
He means brave, doesn't he? So the brave man hated people, and someone else... loved the race? I have no idea. I don't even know if what's on this is true in the first place.
But I'm curious, so let's take it.
Insert a book in your coat's chest pocket with a slight sense of repentance but in your hand for acts that are no different from theft. Don't feel guilty, though, Necromancer opponent...
I casually take another book and look through it.
But -,
"Is that it? I can't read it... that's crazy"
Unlike the notebook earlier, it doesn't say anything on the cover and back cover either...... what a suspicious black book.
In the first place, when this world summoned us, we must have the magic of language understanding. Besides, at least I can't read and write, even though I can.
I can read normally when I look at other books to try.
I mean, this book is going to be crazy.
"Amako, can you read this?"
"Hmm? What's this?"
I'll give it to Amako, who was focused on prediction.
Amako opened the book immediately and looked through it, but at the next moment she opened her eyes and saw my face with her eyes full of unbelievers. She opened her mouth with a slightly trembling voice when she spoke to Amako, who represented an obviously unusual reaction, to find something strange as well.
"Lying... Usat, this... is a magic book"
"... magic? Can you read it?"
I can't hear much in this world, and I can't help but turn back my voice.
"I can't read it. But I couldn't read it, so I knew this was a magic book."
"Why does Amako think it's a magic book?"
"I saw it in my hometown library once... it's just like that.... Usat, this is the right thing to not be able to read"
Am I right that I can't read?
What's that supposed to mean? Doesn't anyone understand that?
"Usato, this is bad. Maybe the Necromancer is a demon who deals with magic."
"... is that bad?"
"It's not like it sucks..."
I can make her understand how serious things are.
"Sorcery is. It's hard enough for a regular person to be lucky enough to bet on that life to handle an area. But in other words, if you work hard over the years, you can say 'technology' that you can't even master."
... you're too harsh to deal with if you bet your life.
Who, who made such a damned thing? At least the guy who made it isn't human.
"Sorcery is temporary, but there are times when it was thought to be the same thing as system strengthening... but now there is no one who can handle it. 'Cause it's multiple times more meaningful to maximize the magic you have now than to spend time on something you don't know if you can remember."
"Well, I guess so."
The first time I heard the word witchcraft, I knew it right away. [M]
Sorcery would mean flawed technology for humans. I know it's not something that people can challenge because of the difficulty of mastering in the first place.
But the enemy we're after is not human.
"How long does a Necromancer have?"
"I'm sure there are many times more than human beings"
... That's right.
Besides, the bad nature is that I don't know what sorcery this book is written about, and I don't know how many sorcery books there are in this study.
I don't know how much magic can do, but it's never something to look at sweetly.
"Let's find out quickly. I have a bad feeling."
"Yeah......"
An incredible being called witchcraft.
How does that affect us? With vague anxiety, I followed Amako in the study and headed back to search for Necromancer.
A little time has passed since Lord Usato and Lord Amako broke into the Western Hall.
Me and the villagers gather the zombies around the hall and defeat them around the magic of my flames.
Fortunately, nobody is able to yang the zombies smoothly without hurting them...
"... weird"
I'm not dissatisfied that things are going too well. It's just that the zombies are moving too much as this one thinks.
Such a blatant discomfort makes me feel unspeakable anxiety.
"Looks like they're trying..."
Cut down the attacking zombie with a flame-covered sword. If you look around, the villagers are pushing the zombies with their farm tools, preventing those with swords from dropping their limbs and moving.
I tried not to be able to move most of the zombies... but the zombies still come out. As he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat seeping into his forehead, the village chief with the old sword called out from behind.
It's a boulder, Lord Alc.
"No, I couldn't help myself. With all of you, I can feel my full strength."
You can safely fight the zombies in front of you without being attacked from your back thanks to the villagers.
And if I'm clumsy enough to concentrate on the enemy in front of me, I can protect the villagers.
"... Lord Usato, are you doing well..."
"He'll be fine."
"... you trust me"
"Of course. Because I'm one of them."
I know that he is a warrior who ran the battlefield of the Demon Clan, and that he has a strong spirit that will not yield to any opponent.
I don't even think he's as unconscious as a necromancer.
But it will be about time we went for cover, if Lord Usato moves to stand out here in the building even if he can't find the Necromancer, it will help us both.
Tell the village chief behind you that he's going to storm the Western Hall.
"Mayor, as soon as we defeat the zombies here, let's get into the Western Hall. Perhaps there are zombies in the hall."
……―――
"... village chief?"
At that moment when I was surprised by the village chief who showed no reaction and tried to turn around, the pattern of the sword that the village chief would have waved down would be struck on my wrist and slapped off the sword.
"... Huh!! Village - all of you?! What - Huh!?"
I was stunned by the sudden assault and even the men in the village who try to distance themselves reflexively but this time fought with me until earlier have held my hands and feet back.
"Gu... Ku, what is this!! Betrayal... no, this ha..."
Speaking to the village chief who suppresses his arms, the village chief's eyes, in addition to being vain, cannot be held down and swung away with such tremendous force that he does not think of himself as an old body.
It held me back, as did the others.
"Are you being manipulated...... you!!"
The villagers didn't set us in a trap.
Whoever was manipulating the villagers set us in a trap.
If so, since we visited the village...
"... don't, Lord Usato!!"
We have to warn Lord Usato and Lord Amako, who would still be in the Western Hall......
When they try to scream, the manipulated villagers hold them down and force them to kneel.
"Knock..."
"Just as I thought, it's funny"
Voice from behind.
I felt my body freeze in that voice I heard with the approaching footsteps, holding my head down and not turning around.
If you notice, the zombies who were surrounding you are staring at me without looking behind me and being slight, as if they were - servants waiting for the Lord's command...
And manipulate living humans...... I only know one such demon.
"That's what you mean......!! You're the one... who was the kneecromancer!! And -"
"Kuk, kuk... you're smart. You seem to hear a lot of good stories."
Will you not allow me to speak any further, one of the detainees will hold his head and be forced to expose his neck?
"... eh"
"But you're not the main one today."
A third party approaching from behind stuck his fangs up my neck in captivity.
Moments, at the same time as the force fell out of my body, my consciousness gradually became hazy.
"Gu, ah... but"
I guess I stopped by to get my fangs stuck around my neck, and I got hinted at. If the ”she” behind it exists as I assumed it would be, with or without consciousness, her good.
But I can't fight anymore.
"Lord Usato... Lord Amako... Now, let it go. If I... if I knew sooner..."
The restraint that was holding the limbs loose and falls to the ground.
Moments, in a narrow space of nearly vanished consciousness, I...,
I saw a girl with a miserable grin, who turned her eyes into bloody red.