Dream Life

The night of December 30th.

It's New Year's Eve in this world.

We were having dinner at the inn because we were celebrating New Year's Eve in Rickadale.

A sudden earthquake struck me when I was quietly spending New Year's Eve. It's physically small with about three seismic degrees, but rare in this world.

The earthquake itself ended in about a minute, but the inhabitants of Riccadale, who were about to celebrate the New Year, were anxious to get out under the cold skies and look around.

"That's disgusting how the ground rocks," Beatrice says, making Mel look anxious, "Right.

"Master Zach seems fine," Sharon has said.

"In the world before, there were usually earthquakes like this. It's been a while since I've been surprised, but to that extent."

That being said, I felt anxiety like a heartbeat apart from an earthquake.

"Something's wrong. I feel the spirits are making a scene."

Liddy squeaks, who hadn't joined the conversation until then.

I can't see it, but I can see the Spirit. She can feel the anomaly.

"What's it like," he asked.

"It's hard to say what to say, but I wonder if it feels like the Spirit of Darkness is shaking anxiously. The other spirits feel the same way."

I didn't know anything more, but there's definitely a magical anomaly going on.

It's called the Auga the other day, the chest noise doesn't go away.

The next day, we celebrated 325 years.

Rickadale mornings cool down more than the village of Rasmore, but we go outside to get some fresh air in the morning.

Sunrise is a split and slow time because of the mountains of Aquila to the east, but usually many adventurers and villagers walked even at this hour. But sometimes today is just New Year's Day, and the shadow was neglected.

Rest slowly until the second of January the following day, starting in full on the third day. In addition to crusades around Riccadale these days, we have been checking for traces of the Demons, but no traces of the Demons have been found except for the Auga disturbances in early December.

I'm just worried about the New Year's Eve earthquake.

Liddy's story says the spirits seem to have regained their composure, but they're still a little different than usual. They can't tell her clearly either, but I haven't lost my chest racket either.

There is no particular reason for this, but I am concerned about the ritual that the Great Demon (Greater Demon) heard during an investigation conducted in September.

(Can't you imagine the effect of some ritual... Whatever the earthquake is, when it comes to tangling with spirits, or magic, it's not strange to have a causal relationship...)

It will be January 3rd, trembling in the cold, heading to the branch of Adventurer's Guild. If I came to think that there would be few adventurers because some of them are still on holiday today, there were many other adventurers besides my thoughts. That's also a relatively young generation below the fourth level, not ours.

Listening at the receptionist,

"I didn't take the story to Mr. Zach, but it looks like the number of undead has increased, and as a precaution, I spoke to the fourth and fifth graders."

"Is it undead?" but I only have a bad feeling about it. Because the situation was similar when our village was attacked.

The official smiled and said, "It's nothing to worry about."

"We know about the village of Rasmore, too, but this time it doesn't feel like that army. Skeletons and moving corpses (living dead) seem to wander for no purpose. However, that number is not normal, and if it stays that way, it's going to flow towards Periclitle and Fonce Avenue, so I decided to hit my hand early."

Adventurers here in Riccadale are at a higher level than Periclitle. As a result, the class of eight skeletons and living dead can be defeated by a cross nose, so officials don't feel the crisis either.

"How many are they?" Sharon asks.

"I don't know the details, but it feels like it's flowing constantly from the east. The party that went to scout said it wasn't a hundred or two hundred."

To hear more about it, they don't mean a large group of things, but just a single undead walking apart.

"Don't we have to leave?" When Mel heard, the officials opened their eyes to say it was outrageous,

"It's not like I'm asking you all to do it. Even the people I'm asking for right now are wasted."

Surely it would be a shame to use a second-degree adventurer for an eighth-equivalent demonic crusade. Especially since we have a pronounced attack power.

"I need you to take it as a nomination request because it was just fine, can you listen to me?"

When I snorted, the staff sent out a single request.

"I also have something to do with this one, and I want you to find out where this undead came from. The survey range is up to 10 km (Kimmel) east of Rickadale. The reporting deadline is until sunset the day after tomorrow, and the request is level two. The reward is 200 C (Krona) per person. For demons crusaded during the investigation, they will be bought at the usual five-point increment. So what do you think?"

I was also concerned about the undead, so I decided to consult with Liddy and the others and take the request.

"Let's take it. But we may not be able to look into it in its scope of investigation. So what do you say we extend the deadline by another day to January 6th, three days later, and make the investigation range East Fifteen Kimmel? The reward is fifty krona extra two hundred and fifty. I think it's beneficial for both sides."

It's up to ten kilometers east, so it doesn't go deep into the mountains. I thought I could go a little deeper, and I made this suggestion.

But the official did not shake his head vertically.

"As far as I'm concerned, that's fine, because the branch manager wants information early. I'd like to report it as a breaking news report to General Headquarters."

I don't even know what the branch manager thinks. But I commissioned it on the first condition and left immediately.

When I leave Riccadale, I get confused about the different atmosphere. Normally, I just leave the fence and I get the indication that the demon tingles, but today I don't have that. It's not that I don't feel it at all, I only feel very weak killing.

"That sounds crazy. Looks like he went into another forest somewhere."

Mel and "I agree" with Beatrice's words.

"Do you ever feel anything about the power of the Dark Spirit," asks Liddy, but, um, after roaring,

"I don't feel anything in particular. It's the same weird feeling though."

I found an adventurer who apparently received a request right away. I was fighting Skeleton, but I'm taking him down dangerous.

According to Alliance officials, there is no impression whatsoever of an army of undead like the one that attacked the village of Rasmore. As with the normal (...) undead, I feel like I'm wandering in search of the living, but it doesn't look like I have a particular purpose.

However, the density is abnormally high. It feels like walking a hundred meters and seeing at least a few skeletons or living dead.

I noticed another anomaly.

That's what the living dead look like.

Living Dead, as its name suggests, is a “living corpse," ranging from a step in front of a rotten corpse to a freshly-dead corpse. And he usually dresses the same way he did when he died.

The living room is dead, but it's all “fresh" about a few days after death, and the clothes I wear don't feel old. And the clothes, but they weren't what the peasants wore around here, and there were a lot of tunics that the merchants wore.

When I tell everyone about it,

"That's true. I feel like I've seen it, but it also seems subtly different from the clothes worn in the Empire, the Kingdom of Kaum, and Pericritle."

When Sharon says that, is Liddy in the same opinion,

"You're not like Sartooth or Lax, either. It doesn't even look like Aurelia, and I wonder where it is."

I knocked the hell out of trying and checked my clothes.

Then surprisingly, it turns out to be an ancient civilizational people. The note in my pocket contained a line of unintelligible characters that characterized ancient civilization.

"Maybe it was also a relic of an ancient civilization somewhere," he murmurs, Sharon nodding.

"Mr. Kitley said there seemed to be a lot of them in the Aquila Mountains."

Professor Kittry Erbain, a researcher at the Tilia School of Magic in Doctus, is investigating the ruins of ancient civilization, and we have accompanied him before. Her story meant that there were many ruins sleeping in the Aquila Mountains and in the Saeum Mountains, the border between the Empire and the Kingdom of Lax. One of them could have been freed for some reason this time.

Proceed east as you process the undead that constantly appears. I don't know how many undead there are, but not a thousand or two, enough that it's not strange to be told 100,000.

That day proceeded to a location of ten kilometres, the edge of the survey range. We progressed fine so far, but what was different than usual was the lack of demons other than the undead.

I usually encounter a few demons in grades 4 to 5, but I barely saw them, except for flying demons.

Another thing I've noticed is that there are only two types of undead: Skeleton and Living Dead.

When the village of Rasmore was raided, ghost demons such as "Ghost" and “Necromancer" appeared. He has also been attacked by a large group of ghosts in the ruins he explored with Mr. Kitley.

It's not decided that Skeleton or Living Dead and Ghost will come out on set. But when it comes to thinking that the undead that was accumulating somewhere has been freed, it's more natural to have a ghost who has lost his flesh, but he hasn't seen it once, only this time.

We all discussed it, but we didn't even tip, and we didn't come to a conclusion.

The next day, we'll investigate the area, but we can't find anything as expected. The situation remained unchanged with the undead pouring in from the east, and he decided to return to Riccadale as planned.

Report the situation to the Alliance, but did not request further investigation. I thought I'd go investigate independently, but I can't keep up with the growing number of undead treatments, and I'm the wingman to help with that.

The situation continued until January 20, six months later.

As Riccadale became a fence, there was no damage to Periclitle or Fonce Street, but it is heard that the number of undead defeated was over 60,000.

"That's an amazing number, even though it's full of miscellaneous fish," Beatrice whines with a pioneering look.

There were always more than fifty adventurers in Riccadale, plus support from Periclitle, who handled it in a total system of two hundred. It's a simple calculation, but it's going to be defeating over 300 undead per capita.

Few people were injured, but the weapon was severely worn out and many blurry adventurers looked if it didn't fit the bill.

After the undead commotion calmed down, we decided to head back to Aquila to investigate.

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Ashtal, an archdeacon, watched the adventurers fight in the woods near Riccadale.

(Master Vanitas' power is unstable. I need more sacrifice, but now quality is better than quantity. There are good magicians but that is too dangerous......)

Vanitas, with Ashtal as his family, descended on the body of Saul Inkvar, a black demon tribe that was not originally created as a god's stopover, thus continuing a precarious situation of sudden runoff of power or, conversely, disappearance.

For this reason, he ordered Ashtal to abduct a mage with a high affinity for the Spirit.

For once, I'm watching Zacharias party, but I give up when the risk is too high because I use powerful magic.

(... It seems that whoever is the "Son” in Saul's knowledge will be a good sacrifice, but even if he moves the Spirit of Darkness, he cannot be found. Don't you have it here...)

He changed his policy and tried to sacrifice a man who lived in the power of the Dark God (Noctis), the "Son of the Moon” in Saul's knowledge. At this time, the information is not conveyed that Vanitas is unconscious and that he is the person who originally tried to pay for the stopover.

Hosting the power of Noctis forced the Spirit of Darkness to move and follow its movements, but the Son of the Moon could not find them in the end.

(Dangerous, but you seem to have to sacrifice them. The question is how to capture...)

Ashtal thought again of sacrificing the Zacharias, turning the plot around.