Count Scribe's Tutor

Chapter. 15

Sernerk's Lion

The next afternoon.

Today, the sky was full of clouds. The soldiers guarding the southern gate of the White Scroll were busy in the weather that seemed to rain soon.

"Don't dawdle, move quickly!"

"We have to get them all in before it rains!"

Unlike the busy gate, the upper part was free. The hot bearded knight, Phil Sierre, yawns and yawns.

"Ser Sierre. I'm here to shift."

Suddenly, you hear a dull voice.

Looking back, you see a young knight. He was a handsome man with distinct features. Looking at the clock, Phil sighs and mutters.

"You're just in time again today. Alter."

"I'll be a little late next time."

"I'm asking you to come earlier, man. And what's that?"

His gaze turned to the document that Alter was holding.

"Here are the instructions from above."

Guests often come down when they have an appointment in advance or when they are visiting. When he handed it over, he read the documents with a shrewd eye.

"Huh? The Knights are coming from the Holy Land tonight?"

"Yes, to find the sacred object."

"Why are you looking for it here?"

Phil asks frankly.

Then Alter shrugs and replies.

"One of the sacred objects is missing from the erl. It's called the Moon's Eye, and it's a pretty important object."

As he continues speaking, Alter's eyes suddenly flash fiercely.

"Lord Sierre, I think someone's coming."

Someone's coming this way from afar. A man dressed in a red robe, like the setting sun. He narrows his eyes and asks.

"What the hell is that? Any appointments today, other than the Holy Land boys?"

"Nothing."

Visitors without appointments.

Phil scratches his head with his annoying face.

"I'll go. I was about to go down anyway."

"Yes, let me know if anything happens."

"Then lock the gates first. Don't mind me."

After tapping Alter on the back, he went straight out the gate. Two skilled soldiers follow behind him. Immediately, I saw a strange visitor in detail.

Masks?

Phil frowns.

Surprisingly, the visitor was wearing a mask. It was a unique mask with two red lines drawn on the white background.

‘I didn't see anyone alive with a mask on. ’

The anxiety in my heart was amplified.

By the time he had left twenty paces, he had grabbed the sword without my knowledge. Then I opened my mouth. It was to ask about the identity and purpose of the person's visit.

However, the opposing Pokémon's words move faster.

"I'm here to see Earl Archdut."

I came up with the whole point. And by the end of it, there's a wrinkle in Phillon's forehead. I felt bad for a moment, but I tried to suppress it.

"· · · · · · · · · You promised the Earl."

But he couldn't finish talking.

It's because the opposing Pokémon put their hands inside their heads. Immediately after seeing this, Phil draws his sword in a reflexive manner. It could blow her memory away. But what the opponent pulled out was neither a memory nor a weapon.

"I have it if I'm going to prove my identity."

With a husky voice from the opponent.

A bracelet with three red teeth and a piece of wooden sword. The moment he saw this, he opened his eyes. It was because I realized what it was.

"· · · · · · Seal of the Senek."

In the southern reaches of the Earl, there is a horoscope that does not allow human access.

Senek Forest, a forest where xenophiles live.

The Dark Elves, the actual ruler there, allied early with Earl Archdut. And as a token of the covenant, I made that seal and split it. When he remembered this, he opened his tightly closed lips.

"Open the door."

"Yes?"

"Ha, but."

"Open it now! He's a guest of the Earl."

One evening in mid-May.

Serek's Lion finds the writing of the Archdut.

* * *

Same time.

In reality, you mutter with an old chest.

"I'm going to make something called Mimic today."

I read a skill book overnight and want to test my new skill set. Meanwhile, Ferda blurs her words with an embarrassed face.

"As a matter of fact, Mick is..."

"I know. I heard it's a different kind of magic."

Mimic is not the undead, as he answered.

The beast is a prey, wrapped in a treasure chest. After defeating Mimic, it was impossible to make him into the Undead.

At least, that's what Ferda knew.

But the reality seemed a little different.

"But I think it will."

Common sense says it's impossible, but it seems possible somehow.

When I look again, I am strangely enthusiastic. You're so enthusiastic that you can't even give me permission. If you fail, it will be a good study. Ferda taps his shoulders as if to cheer him up.

"If it's going to work. I look forward to it."

"Heehee, yes!"

A strong answer came back.

In reality, he went straight to the corner with his box. Hound, who was sitting silently, follows behind him.

"Wait there. I need to concentrate."

[Yes, I understand.]

Did he feel the enthusiasm?

Hound sits down without shouting. Meanwhile, Ferda stretches out her arms and looks at that realm.

"Then I'll go to work too."

Ordinarily, I would have had to borrow a lantern light to read or practice, but I had work to do today. Ferda's eyes widen.

"It's time to clean up."

Ferda picks up the lantern and walks away.

Where he's headed is deep underground waterways. In reality, it is an unknown territory that has not yet been visited. Sure, Ferda's been there a few times.

Overwhelmed

I suddenly remembered a book I had read a while ago while walking through a rare corridor.

The warlord of the Archdut family.

About a hundred years from now, the Archdut family was invaded. Barbarians across the desert formed an alliance across the border.

It was written that it was the most fierce and dangerous battle since the founding of the family, but it was definitely worth it. The enemy was immersed in immunity.

Fortunately, the Kingdom's reinforcements arrived on time and were able to stop it, but it was a moment when the castle almost collapsed.

Ujik

Then Ferda stops walking.

At that time, there were dozens of big and small battles. It was also documented that this place, closed groundwater, was one of the battlefields.

He turned his gaze and saw marks all over the wall and floor. As we went inward, blood lesions and backbones were often found. As if a hundred years ago, they proved the signs of a fierce battle.

"I'm the only one bothering you."

Ferda sighs.

"I didn't expect that to go around."

His eyes narrow.

You hear a rattling sound coming from beyond the passageway. Shortly thereafter, a black shadow falls on the ground, as if drawn by a lantern light. It was not a single number. Dozens of shadows.

More lanterns reveal the identity of the shadow.

‘· · · · · · · Skeleton. ’

A skeleton soldier with only bones left.

There are quite a few undead hordes around here, including those. Those weren't made by reality. It is‘ made ’in response to the negative dimensional magical power that he emits while he is practicing commandery.

Yeah, like when the real world evolved into a commander.

Of course, you can use it as a gift if you want to. But Ferda thought differently. The reason was simple.

‘I'm too angry. ’

None of those skeleton branches were violent. That is, everyone can't do Hound alone. It was an insult to a mythical commander to leave such a thing intact.

And one more thing, there was a reason.

‘We decided to go to a prime number for a while. ’

This is the time to grow as hidden as possible as a commander. Increasing the undead indiscriminately will only stand out to the Holy Nation. Then the chase will begin. It wasn't good for real, it wasn't good for Ferda.

So I came to an agreement with reality.

If the lesson or practice isn't the goal, let's make sure only the ones with some kind of temperament get into trouble. I didn't need those skeletons. We can replenish that at any time.

At that moment, the one in the lead rushed quickly. He must have been quite a fighter in his life. But now it was just a skeleton.

The scepter is drawn from the stables.

Screaming!

When the skeleton takes a step, it slashes him three times. Head, chest, and legs. The skeleton breaks like a hand and rolls the floor.

It wasn't a dungeon, so it didn't turn into an item. But Ferda was not disappointed. If it was a dungeon, it wouldn't be much use anyway.

"Undead are worthless."

Even on Earth. As long as it's not the top undead, like Rich or Durahan, there's no profit in catching an ordinary undead.

Then black smoke rises from the shattered bones.

Gains and losses

Rapidly melting bones.

It was due to the ability of the archaeological mastermind.

"Tsk, this is disgusting."

It is a sight that makes my eyes frown. But the effects were amazing. It'll melt away on its own, even if it doesn't break its head. Ferda turns her eyes to the rest of the skeleton pack.

It's time to clean up.

Pa!

Ferda doesn't wait for the skeleton to arrive. You slam the ground and swipe your sword between the hordes one at a time. It melts away when you hit it anyway, so there's nothing more comfortable than this.

But then, I heard a scream in my head.

Whoa! What are you doing?!

Francie screams. I knew why. I always scream like that when I take care of the Undead. Ferda flings an elongated scepter, ignoring her.

Not long after that.

All the skeletons melt away. After finishing cleaning, Ferda lightly warms up as Frank cries.

Ugh, I can't believe you signed up for this.

Earlier today, Ferda had a contractual ceremony with Frank.

There were a number of reasons. They say you don't need to take care of the sword, so it's easy and durable. And one more thing, I liked that he knew how to see fire.

‘Even during Hell's Hound. ’

When you look at a human or a monster, you know exactly what the target is like. It was quite a useful ability. Just by distinguishing the presence or absence of violence, we will know whether we can make it into a realm or not.

But most importantly, there was another reason.

Even if you don't need to take care of it, if you ask me this, I still feel uneasy.

Heave-ho!

Frank's voice stopped as I put the scepter into the knife.

The voice of the sword is blocked when the sword is inserted into the sheath. Last night, as soon as I heard this from Frank, I got a proper knife case, and I spent the night experimenting with it. And as soon as he realized that Frank was telling the truth, Ferda made a deal.

‘You should have said this in the first place. ’

Then I would have stayed with the contract.

Ferda bursts into laughter.

"Let's get back to it."

This should be the end of the line by now.

I went back the way I came with that idea.

Shortly after, Ferda was able to see that she had arrived near her destination. I heard a real voice from a long way away.

"Ferda! Look at this."

It's an old crate carrying a real estate case.

It's the same crate you said you made from mimic. But it doesn't look that different to me. That's what I thought!

Suddenly, the ark begins to move. Soon, I opened my mouth and struck the nearby pack of rats.

Yikes!

A swarm of rats fled to the surrounding area. But some of them are trapped by the box. Then the rats were eaten. But I wasn't satisfied. I wandered around looking for another mouse.

"What do you think? Like a real mimic?"

I asked with gleaming eyes.

No, she looks stronger from the looks of it.

Because Mimic is passive enough to sit tight and wait for the prey to come. On the other hand, it moves on its own, and I can see a considerable amount of Mana in there.

Ferda openly admires you.

"You look so much better than Mick. What the hell did you do?"

"Heehee, how did you do that?"

In reality, he proudly spoke of his own realization.

Then I suddenly closed my mouth. His gaze flickers into the air.

"Huh? What?"

Seeing the air and talking to someone. Ferda narrows her eyes. From the glimpse of things, it looks like three ghosts have arrived.

When I waited for the conversation to end.

"What?"

His face was instantly stiffened. Did he say anything serious? Just as Ferda was about to deliver the horse, the realm opened its mouth first.

"· · · · · · · · Perda."

"Huh?"

"Someone came from the woods."

"Excuse me?"

Fearful to the end, Ferda's face becomes a reality.

Sergei's lion is already here?

That can't be right. Because in novels, they always come in late May. I can remember exactly who's coming. The seventh warrior of the clan, Harmin Gember. A warrior of silence and stamina.

Then he said in a excited voice.

"Is it the adult festival?"

Two eyes that sparkle like stars. A stubborn ear. It looked like a child who was excited by expectations. He's already excited to think he can get out of the castle. Ferda looks at this and smiles.

Yeah, well, what if you came a little early? That's how he likes it.

"Maybe. Let's go first."

"Yes!"

In fact, I answered vigorously.

The two of them head to the ground first.