Count Scribe's Tutor

Suzus

The first change that occurred was color (white).

The grave began to turn black gradually, and all the grass, soil and vegetation turned black.

It's like looking at a black and white photo.

There is only one thing that shines in a whole dark-bitten world.

It was only an arcade.

Saaaa

Fog rolls over the graveyard. It was a hazy fog like ash.

Ferda's gaze at this changed strangely.

‘It's not fog. ’

I could see it in his eyes.

The real identity of what looks like fog.

‘· · · · · · · · Sound Dimensional Mana. ’

A note dimensional Mana embedded in a cemetery.

At least decades have passed since it was built. Of course he has a huge amount of music.

That's what it all comes out of.

Gulp

Ferda watches the situation carefully after swallowing her dry saliva.

It was then.

Kwaek!

Something splashes out of the ground.

Rotten arm. Rotten bone. Moreover, it was not one.

Oops! Wood Duck!

Thousands of arms protruded out.

Hundreds of them. Much more than a grave.

Not long after, the owners of the arms appeared one by one to the world.

"Khh, khh."

"Ahhhh!"

A walking corpse with rotten flesh.

A zombie. A swarm of zombies creeps out, glittering at the eyes of dirt and bugs.

And the strange phenomenon is not yet over.

Cough, cough!

The walkers get down on the ground. On your knees, you hit your head on the floor.

Where their heads are headed.

It was a dazed practice.

"Grumgh."

Hundreds of zombies clasp their heads together, without exception.

As if you were welcoming a great king.

While gazing at the scene in wonder, something else came into Ferda's view.

What the hell is that? ’

I narrowed my eyes because I couldn't see well.

Looking closely, I could see what it was.

"Bugs?"

centipedes, crickets, spiders, etc.

It was the insects that lived in the cemetery.

It was just not an ordinary bug.

‘· · · · · · · · Undead. ’

What I feel in bugs is a negative dimension Mana.

I had a rough idea what was going on.

In fact, it forced the living to become undead.

It's not just the aftermath of the Awakening.

[Ahhhh!]

[Hrrrgh! Hrrrgh!]

This mutation was not confined to the ground.

There was a lot of smoke in the sky.

It was ghosts.

Saaaa

Dozens of ghosts hover around the realm as they emerge.

Hundreds of zombies on the ground.

Huge numbers of ghosts in the sky.

I just evolved my talents. I never thought I'd be able to summon an undead like this.

‘This is the gift of mythology. ’

Ferda was frankly admired as she stroked her creepy arm.

But the relaxation wasn't that long.

Blah, blah.

All the fangs of the sun that you've placed begin to crack.

Unusual cracks. It looks like it's going to break right now.

Ferda rushes to her senses.

"In fact!"

Twitch

Is it because I heard a familiar voice?

The dumbfounded reality reacted. Ferda shouts once more.

"Put on the necklace! Hurry up!"

He slowly turned his head.

The face that followed. The golden eyes disappeared everywhere.

Instead, the hollow purple eyes stared at Ferda.

Spooky

When I met his eyes, I felt a chill for a moment.

But wait a minute.

Grrr!

I bite my lips tightly to restore peace.

Former Class S Hunter. You think I'm afraid of your fucking eyes?

"In fact! Can't you hear me? Put on the necklace!"

But in reality, it was still a floating point.

Seeing that my eyes have lost focus, I don't think I'm in my right mind.

"Damn it."

I crumpled my face.

If you are not in your right mind, you have only one choice.

We'll have to go through those zombies and force her to wear a necklace.

I didn't want to, but I couldn't.

If you don't do this, the Holy Nation will notice.

"Wait a little longer."

I'll be right there.

Ferda lightly unravels.

After taking a big breath, I poured Mana on both legs with the strength to run away right away.

But it was then.

"· · · · · · · · Perda."

The voice of reality heard from afar.

It seemed a little weak, but it was his voice.

What? You weren't unconscious?

Surprised Ferda rolls her eyes.

"It's okay."

Then came the realization.

"I'm a little surprised."

Smiley knickers.

Although the color of the eyes was different, it was definitely a real smile.

Ferda sighs of relief for this.

"Haha, that's amazing."

Then the reality of the stars burst into laughter.

"I've never felt better."

It's worth it. A talent that has been buried for a long time.

There, I liberated all the Manas in the negative dimension.

It would be weird not to feel good.

But this is not the point.

"In fact, the necklace first."

"Oh, you mean this?"

Before Ferda finishes her sentence.

In fact, he tapped the moon's eyes on the floor.

Unsolicited faces.

A moment later, he turned to Ferda and asked.

"Do I have to use it? I don't think we should use it."

"I have to write. Absolutely."

I gave my voice strength and replied.

Otherwise, I was willing to force him to blame me.

Because he saw.

When I was a reader of the Savior, how hard it was to chase after the Holy Nation.

I know how many coworkers I've lost, how many tears and suffering I've swallowed.

So I made a commitment.

I won't let it happen this time.

"Trust me, Silva."

Ferda's eyes are engraved with determination.

"· · · · · ·."

Then the reality silently stared at him.

Ferda also faced reality without blinking an eye.

Not long after that.

"Got it."

He nods softly.

"If it had been anyone else, I would have ignored it."

You bend over and pick up the necklace.

For a moment, I could see his face crumpled. It must be because you feel the sacred power of the sacred objects.

But this time I didn't throw it away like before.

"I'll hear what Ferda has to say."

He smiles shyly and hangs the moon's eyes on his neck.

Whoo-hoo!

At that moment, the atmosphere shook.

Ghosts floating in the sky opened up the street.

A group of undead fall to the ground, striking back. It's all because of the enormous sacred power.

Little by little the golden eyes return.

The change did not stop there.

The fog in the graveyard, which was filling the graveyard, began to lift.

The Moon's eyes were a natural phenomenon caused by suppressing the magical power of sound dimensions.

And.

Wheezing

"Huh?"

Stumbling Realm.

My legs relaxed and my body fell back.

Fortunately, I was able to avoid the awkward fall.

Ferda has just arrived, thanks to his support.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, except it's a little stuffy."

I smiled lightly.

I immediately yawned.

"Ahem. What is it? Suddenly I'm sleepy."

"I'm using up all my magic."

Currently, the magical power is only one digit.

I used up all my magic in less than ten minutes.

That's even weirder if you don't feel tired.

"Leave the rest to me and keep your eyes peeled."

In fact, he shook his head.

Like I don't want to sleep yet. And then you pout.

Is there something important he wants to tell me?

Ferda listens quietly.

"But lamb is · · · · · · · · ·."

I felt like I was drowning for a bad reason.

However, the reality muttered in a muttering voice.

"My lamb · · · · · · · · ·."

"Don't worry, I'll ask you to do it tomorrow. Go to sleep."

It was only after Ferda confirmed the answer that the reality fell asleep with a relieved face.

The limbs are sagging, so they must be tired.

Ferda picks up a headband and lies on a rock outside the cemetery.

"Well done. My apprentice."

After patting the head of a sleeping broom.

Ferda turns away.

"Well, then."

His gaze was on the cemetery.

The undead and the ghosts, to be precise.

Of course, it is under the rule of reality, but we cannot let it go.

I lightly unwrapped and picked up a branch nearby.

"Let's do a free level up."

Those who do not fight back, unless they are ordered to.

Isn't it a free-for-all?

Ferda grins.