Count Scribe's Tutor

"Let's summon the dead today."

When you think of a commander, what comes to mind first?

Raise the dead, and I'll be the first to think of doing whatever I want. And this ability is called "Summon the Dead."

"Last week I only learned from theory."

There was no skill book this time. So I didn't learn it right away.

Instead, there was something helpful.

A hunter in Ferda's memory.

‘A rank Hunter Maximum. ’

A commander who is the fewest friend I can trust and trust with my back, and has been within ten fingers around the world.

His area of expertise is the summoning of the dead and the necromancy. Among them, he was an excellent hunter, especially good at summoning the dead.

‘He was a chatty one. ’

Maximal was a very chatty man.

When the time of rest, or the atmosphere was quiet, he talked without even trying. If it was fun to talk there, it was just dirty boring topics. Because I've always refused to talk about commandos.

‘I really didn't want to hear it then. ’

I can't figure out the atmosphere anymore.

It wasn't once or twice that the team got into a fight over him.

Just thinking about that time brings fatigue.

‘But it helped. ’

I took a command lecture every day as if I was being brainwashed. So I remembered. Only the most basic part, of course.

When I think of the old memories, I suddenly smiled.

"Ferda."

Then, I heard a real voice.

"What should I do first?"

With the dead mouse in front of you, the silk glows brightly in both eyes. Looking at this, Ferda pulls out the memory of the maximum.

What would he say? Yeah, I'm sure you said that.

How to raise the dead? Simple. Do you have any dead horses? If you squeeze the negative dimension Mana in there, you're halfway there. ’

"Let's fill it up first."

I continued the instructions step by step, reminiscing about the old memories. The truth followed Ferda's words diligently.

Burr

The dead rat's limbs tremble with magical power.

But that's it. I didn't get up or move again.

"Huh? I can't."

She tilted her head and looked back this way.

Ferda shrugs.

"You can't just fill it up with magic. Think of it as moving."

"Move? How?"

In the following questions, Ferda once again lends her maximum help.

You all played dolls once when you were a kid, right? It's the same thing. You just hold it in your hand and think it's moving. I'm sorry. That means you're not talented. ’

But it didn't help much. That's all I could think about.

"Well, just think of the doll game."

"Doll?"

"Yeah, so what is this?"

I didn't hear much, so I didn't have much to say. I rolled my head when Ferda was stumped.

Something unexpected happened.

Chop, chop!

A dead rat rises up. A hole in the chest was pierced, but the rat smelled the ground and quickly wandered around.

"Wow, it really works."

At that time, the reality muttered quietly.

The expression of wonder. The revived mouse moves according to the gesture of the hand and repeats its pause.

Then came the system message.

[Reminder]

* A new skill has been acquired by the 'Actuals'.

* Capability Name: [Death Resuscitation]

with a message that you have obtained a skill.

Ferda stares at you dazed.

Was it always that easy? ’

Even the most heroic talent said it would take a full day to revive the corpse for the first time. But when you hear the word "doll play," you immediately understand it. And you brought the dead back to life without fail?

"And lion resurrection. ’

The resurrection of the lion was a higher skill than the summoning of the dead. Ferda wasn't a commander, so I don't know what the difference is.

After all, it's a leap of faith.

"Hmmm!"

I was surprised, but I couldn't stay numb.

Ferda taps her shoulder as if encouraging. It's like I expected something like this.

"Well done. You can do that."

"Yes. It's surprisingly easy."

In fact, he smiled.

"So what's next?"

I was gonna go back today with just this.

But I couldn't. It took me a long time to get back here after all this.

After much thought, Ferda makes her decision.

I can't help it. I had to pull what I was going to do tomorrow.

"Let's make it bigger."

"What are you talking about?"

"Bring everything back to life here."

Ferda grins.

This is gonna be tough. Except for the one you brought back to life.

Moreover, Ferda has added one more condition to this.

"And it has to be handled freely."

"Free materials?"

"It means you have to be able to do things like the first one."

Resurrecting many dead is simple.

It was possible to turn a maximum of forty corpses into zombies.

It's just different from building and controlling. It is because the more servants who lead, the less attention they have.

‘Precise manipulation becomes impossible. ’

We can only direct attacks, defenses and defenses at most.

You can't make me smell the floor or roll my body around like before.

‘The maximum was three. ’

Based on zombies, the maximum is only three that can be controlled freely. It is also the result of constant training.

Even a mythical talent is impossible in a day or two.

Ferda was so sure.

And the certainty broke in exactly 10 minutes.

Chuckle! Chuckle! Chop chop!

The groundwater is full of the cries of rats.

The one who rolls around on the floor, the one who stands on an asphalt, the one who twists his legs, and the one who swims on rotten water.

Every one of them seemed to be moving with their own selves.

"· · · · · ·."

Ferda has lost her words.

I just opened my mouth and watched this scene.

But the surprise isn't over yet.

[Reminder]

* Extra skill of [Dead Dead Man] is freed.

* Extra Skill: [Absolute Obedience]

* Effect: Lions resurrected by a shaman obey all orders of the shaman. However, be aware that if you are a person of equal rank with a practitioner, you can turn off [Absolute Obedience].

I even got an extra skill that was hard to get.

This whole thing happened in an hour. Ferda calls out in a slightly trembling voice.

"· · · · · · · · Practice."

"Huh?"

"Are you having a hard time or something? No dizziness?"

He asked, pointing to the fifteen rats.

In fact, he shakes his head with a smile.

"Yes, it's surprising."

I couldn't find any hard colors.

His face is neither pale nor cold sweat.

It's really not that hard.

I spit out more booze there.

"I don't think there's a problem with 20 of them."

"· · · · · ·."

If he had been at full capacity, he would have said,

That's why geniuses.

"Well, I see."

You nod roughly and grip your fist tightly.

I'm happy about the rapid growth of the disciples, but by now, I've come a little bit.

Twenty, right? ’

He said it confidently. Let's see if we can do it.

With his teeth clenched, Ferda again goes on a hunt for rats.

* * *

The result was Ferda's defeat.

Thirty-two total.

It was the number of rats that could be treated as' free materials. ’

"Phew, it's harder than that."

Looking at the realities of sighing.

Ferda can hardly keep her mouth shut.

He would, too. It was his first try. Zombies, even rats. And you're willing to treat thirty of them?

I felt the greatness of mythological talents.

"But it was fun."

He smiled brightly as if he was playing with a toy without circles.

"That's a relief."

Facing this, Ferda bursts into laughter.

Yeah, if you're satisfied with your reality, that's it. And the sound of excellence means you can peak faster.

It's a good thing.

That's what Ferda decided.

"What do you want for dinner?"

"Mmm, duck meat!"

"You're a duck nowadays."

The way back to the mansion in exchange for a rude conversation.

At that moment, the outer wall of the interstellar sewer shifts thinly.

"· · · · · · · Practice!"

I felt something strange.

Ferda grabs the arm in a hurry. At about the same time, a part of the wall collapsed.

Qarrr!

The ruined debris rises in front of you.

You didn't block the hallway or anything, did you? Well, that's too bad. Ferda narrows her eyes and watches the landscape ahead.

After a while, Ferda's worries turn to a tilt as the dust clears.

"Phew."

The ruined wall debris is quite extensive, but fortunately the passageway is not completely blocked. Looks like we'll be able to get through them lightly.

Ferda looks around in relief.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. But · · · · · · ·."

The thread nods.

Where his gaze was, there was a broken wall.

"What are the ghosts saying over there?"

"What?"

"Out there. He's got a big one."

Ferda gives you a curious look.

These are words spoken by supernatural spirits. I don't think it's nonsense. Ferda decides to come after checking on her for a moment. I could have just walked by, but I was weirdly concerned.

"Wait here a little longer. I'll see you in a minute."

"Yes, be careful."

Ferda turns away from you at the end of the walk.

You set foot over the wall clearing the rubble. It was dark, so I couldn't see well, but I wasn't worried. I brought a lantern because I knew this would happen.

Bloop.

Suddenly, the light illuminates the surroundings.

It was quite wide beyond the wall. There was just one thing that was unusual.

‘It's a little old. ’

The fallen wall has been built for over a hundred years.

This place, on the other hand, has been around for at least a hundred years. That means it's a place that existed long before the closed underground waterway was built.

Tuk

At that time, something caught my foot.

Slightly raised chin. With a lantern, Danny looks like an entrance leading somewhere. I saw the door locked tightly, but I didn't have to worry about how to open it.

Kuang!

I kicked Mana with my bare feet, and it was resolved quickly.

The crack in the door reeks of magical power.

Smells humid, unstable and damp.

Ferda's eyes narrow.

He smelled familiar.

"This is · · · · · · · · ·."

I couldn't have reached out my hand with my face.

At the same time.

Pachazi!

"Ugh."

I felt a tingling pain.

After a while, a system message came to mind.

[Reminder]

* Hidden Dungeon [???] found.

* Information is not available until explored.

"· · · · · · Dungeon."

Ferda's eyes sank low.