Desire

Everyone's gaze turns toward you with a giggling smile. Their eyes are wide open. There is a whirlpool of air that should be nothing, and a dark darkness revolves around it. The king of Gallios saw that and swallowed.

“Well, what the...”

“Space travel..? No, it's...”

The court wizard mutters with a confused face. The shape is different from the spatial movement. That swirling darkness was an ominous sonic magical force. He takes a vigilant step back. The commander of the imperial guard pulled out his sword with a stiff face and blocked the Emperor's presence.

“There's no need to be alarmed. ”

A long foot protrudes from the swirling darkness. It landed, and soon a man appeared out of the darkness. It was a man with curly grey hair. He had pale skin that reminded him of his illness, which made the dark circles under his eyes even darker.

“I'm not the enemy. Rather, he's your ally. ”

The man raises his head. He blinks his thin eyes and looks around. Every time I encounter his gaze, the successors flinch and tremble. It was the same with the king of Gallios. The man's gaze did not show any particular hostility, but there was something that made him feel psychologically uneasy just by facing him.

It's like...

Yeah, it's like looking into the eyes of a corpse. Even the air cooled. The king felt a chill in his body. My body trembled and gave me goose bumps. The man's back darkens greatly.

Soon another figure appeared behind the man. It was an unexpected little girl. White hair and white skin like a man. And red eyes. The little girl who was small enough to come around the man's waist, hugged the old doll and looked around as if she was curious.

“What the...”

The Palace Wizard mutters in horror. This castle is protected by the mystics of space movement, engraved by Sericrapa himself. No matter how skilled a wizard is, he can't break through the magic blocking the space. Even though Sericrapa is dead, the magic he left behind doesn't go away.

“Now, who are you? ”

The emperor stuttered and asked. The question twisted his thin lips. He waves the staff in his hand. The skeleton of a mountain goat decorated with staff's head gives off an ominous glow.

“Harvest.”

Harvest smiles and introduces himself.

“I am the head of the Dark Star. ”

Everyone was appalled by his introduction. The dark star was famous and terrible enough for the people of Gallios to know. A group of Black Wizards who kidnap young children and virgins and study human experimentation and evil dark magic. In Gallios, there have been several suspected incidents of Dark Stars.

“The... head of the Dark Star. You?”

“Why would he lie? ”

Harvest smiles bloody and asks again. The king's eyes tremble. “Well, how did you know about this place? Why here?” He stammers and asks. She sets up her index finger and lays it on her lips.

“I can't reveal everything, but I'll tell you one thing. I'm here to help you. ”

‘Karamadon.' It is the name of staff given to her by Verdinger Selgerunia, Queen of the Black Forest. This opens the door in a sonic dimension and amplifies the magical power used in dark magic. Normal Black Wizards use dark magic while opening a dark dimensional door inside their bodies, but evil forces usually cost a considerable price.

The cost of overusing dark magic is the corruption of the soul. Opening a negative dimensional door in the body is the same as desecrating your body with a black urn. However, opening a dark dimension door with caramadon is completely different from how a normal black wizard uses it. This protects the practitioner from contaminating the magic in the dark dimension, and allows the practitioner to cast magic with pure dark magic.

A negative dimension is another dimension. Having just the coordinates, Harvest can use Karamadon to cross dimensions and dimensions to easily reach the desired coordinates. It can ignore even a dragon's defensive magic.

“Y-you 'll help? Why?”

“It's personal. ”

She pulls the horse back. It wasn't the Kingdom of Gallios he was trying to help. He is a man driven by personal reasons and greed, and he does not want victory in the Kingdom of Gallios. Rather, it is best to have a wooden helmet. Not Gracias, not Galios.

‘No, the war is good. ’

Harvest is the Black Wizard. To be precise, he's a Necromancer. Although other kinds of dark magic like this were trained to the highest level, his origins were Necromancy magic and his individual preferences were also his.

Necromancy magic inevitably requires many corpses. So far we've been abducting the bodies we need through the Dark Stars and supplying them with routes like this. Now that Gratia's boundaries are so severe, we can't get enough of the bodies we need in that way.

Gracias and Gallios' war in such an awkward situation was fortunate for Jabesh. War kills many. A lot of people die.

“How satisfied are you with surrendering like a favor? ”

She looks at the face of the king and is troubled. The king's fist trembled as he looked at me and mumbled.

“How dare the Wicked Black Wizard...! ”

The commander of the near-misses vomited. He picks out a sword that is standing still in the day and points at Harvest.

“Get the fuck out of here! He's the Wicked Black Wizard!”

“Nimmy, you're being a dick. ”

Jabesh scornfully laughs. He said that, and his face turned pale. As he trembles, he looks back at the king.

“Your Majesty! Do not be deceived by the whisperings of your neighbors! ”

“Shit, even if you came to help. ”

Harvest is dead. The leader of the guard looks at him with a distorted look at his provocation. Jabesh shakes his caramadon, smiling deeply at his gaze. Caramadon spills a thick darkness.

A huge door opens behind her back. The black darkness echoes with a hissing iron. When I saw the dark knights coming out, the head of the guard's face turned white. Dozens of dark knights climb behind her back.

“There's nothing good in stimulating me. ”

Let's take a hard hit first. She looks around and says, The commander of the near-critical task force frowned and retreated. The king swallowed a saliva. Harvest takes their gaze in a joyful manner. He pulls a chair and sits on it.

“Like I said, I'm here to help.” Jabesh opens his mouth.

“Opening the door and not resisting, the Iron Emperor of Gracia will kill many of Galyos' people. The nobles in Galios here must be strangled as well. They have no respect for prisoners or generosity towards nobles. ”

In her words, the king clammed his lips. It was something you wouldn't have to hear from her.

“.. and if you help us, we'll have a way of life?" ”

The king asks, and her jaw goes straight up. “Will that be all?” She flies her tongue like a snake.

“We can keep the Emperor of Gratia from leaving Galios.” That froze the air. Time seemed to have stopped. Everyone looks at her, unable to speak.

“Are you serious? ”

The king swallowed and asked. When asked, she nods slowly. The king hesitates and looks at the dark knights standing behind him.

“They can kill the monster of Gracia? The army of the beast that defeated even the dragon? ”

“I'm a Necromancer. ”

Harvest raises his hand.

“A necromancer that makes zombie dragons and Bone Dragons out of dead dragons. Even if the emperor of Gracia is a monster, and the army of monsters follows him, it has nothing to do with me. ”

If death is a repeated battlefield, it becomes Necromancer territory. No matter how much the Emperor and his army massacre them, no matter how much they kill them, no matter how much they kill them, the resurrected army will stand against them.

“Don't give in. Resist. The fallen soldiers of Gallios will become immortal armies to defend the king and this country. ”

“It is forbidden! ”

The Chief of the Crisis Squad cried out.

“To bring a lion back to life without sending him to rest! You want Galios to commit that terrible taboo! How can historians...?”

“History belongs to the victors. ”

Harvest hangs up.

“Kill the owner of Gracia, and keep their armies off this island. The lands of that great empire will belong to Gallios. Who will write the book of history after this? Will the historian of Gracia write it, or will the historian of Gallios write it? ”

Jabesh looks directly at the king of Gallios.

“Will you just become such a loser and leave behind a single line in history? How many thousands of years do you intend to bring Galios down? The King's life, the lives of his family. And will you enslave all the nobles here and all the citizens of Gallios? ”

Jabesh pushes you. King Gallios wraps his hands around his head. Haveth's whisper is not inconsequential. But this is forbidden. Resurrecting the dead. Necromancer help. Putting your foot in dark magic. Besides, isn't he the head of the Dark Star?

“If they have the five stars of the Gracia Pentagon and the Palace Wizard Muren, the Dark Stars have the dungeon master of the desert. ”

She lowers her voice.

“If they have swordsmen who hunt dragons and countless knights, I have knights of Doom Knight and Dark Knight many times better than the Dark Knight. ”

The king's eyes were closed.

“If they have tens of millions of soldiers, I have an army that will not die. Their soldiers will die and become part of the immortal army. ”

The king covered his face with his hands.

“If their magic has a magic army, I have the armies of Rich and Banshee. You have a tireless phantom stid. ”

“With it.”

The king barely opened his mouth.

“You help me and Galios... what do you gain? ”

“That's what wizards are for.” Jabesh smiles.

“What are the limits of your magic? What can I do with my magic? It's the Wizard who can't stand to know him. And Gracie is so hostile to my dark star. ”

Son of a bitch, don't look away. I know it's already in the past.

“What would you do?”

Harvest asks again.

The king finally bowed his head. He hesitated for a long time. “No.” The commander of the death squad shouted right next to me. The Chancellor covered his face with his bare hands. The other nobles simply kept their mouths shut. What is right, what is wrong. What do you gain by breaking the taboo? Or to lose.

“You're gonna die anyway. ”

The king barely opened his mouth.

“Better to wage on the living than the dead, at best. ”

In reply, she grins, her lips twitching.

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Met one of the designer readers at the shawl this morning.

I'm sorry I killed you.