Helper teacher of magic girls' school

"Simon, I was licking that woman. I didn't expect you to use Ortolos so perfectly as a summoner."

"Lord Ippolito! That monster dog has already broken into the interior of this tower! Besides, you're no match for a decent human being! Isn't it time to come this way!?

This is the top floor of the tower on the front of Fort Aethos, the watchtower.

As Luu pointed out, two men stood.

One is a man in a suit called Simon, who seems to have been interacting with Lew with phantom magic since earlier.

Simon was a man who could see at a glance that he was not a living being.

The more eyeless eyes had completely lost light, the skin had completely turned earthy, and the chestnut-colored hair was dirty and intertwined with blush.

The other man in leather armor is also out of phase.

It doesn't suit a vicious personality, with crushed, small eyes left and right, and a slightly larger nose.

His mouth was also wide ripped to his ears, and the white teeth he saw when he laughed were sharp and pointy.

Whatever the fangs are, at first glance they look like birds.

"Of what! Like Ortolos, you will not be my enemy! His flaming breath (braces) and growling won't do me any good! Ugh!"

When a man called Ippolito screamed small, he threw a sharp gaze at him.

I think I felt signs of hostility on the stairs climbing the watchtower.

and a scary growl that sounds at the same time!

Oh, my God!

Duh!

The moment Ortolos' roar was heard, it was the rock bullets called out by the other world that made a creepy noise and were released.

The rock bullet flew straight to the entrance of the watchtower and made an awesome noise and landed.

The power was lightly shattered with a very decaying stone staircase.

"Shit! You quick bastard! Running away!

Ippolito tongue-in-cheek with regret.

But Simon is in a hurry.

"Mmm, the impotent, no, please don't! My fort will be broken!

"The fort breaks!? Simon, what are you talking about? No matter how much this fort breaks, it's a priority to defeat your enemies."

Simon argued outright against Ippolito, who claimed that sweeping the enemy was only a priority.

It is incredible.

"That's what happened! What are you talking about? Deposited from His Excellency the Grand Duke of Sirius, this important fortress. It is my role to ensure and protect. I can't believe you sent me as an undersecretary from a friendly country."

Ippolito laughs funny when he hears Simon's words.

"Ha ha, stop laughing!

"Stop laughing!? Lord Ippolito, we depend on this fort! Supply must not remain in this situation, besieged by the Gardoldo army. Restoration can be difficult."

To Simon, who is only trying to defend the fort, Ippolito finally threw a straight ball in.

"Ha ha! Still haven't noticed? Commander, you little ghost!

"Ha! Necromancer!? Okay, now what!?

Simon can't hide his confusion about Ippolito's sudden transformation.

The cooperative attitude so far has disappeared and even the tone of nobility has changed.

"Fuck, I'll tell you as many times as I want! Simon, you! He died long ago with the soldiers in the fort, and his flesh is decaying. The real you are nothing but the remnants of a broken soul."

"Bubba, stupid! There's my flesh now!

Simon gazed at his body with a spicy look.

As Ippolito put it, if it were a soul-only necromancer, this body should be a mental body (astral).

But when you touch your body with your hands, you have a definite feeling.

What the hell is going on here?

I hear Ippolito understands what Simon thinks.

He laughed funny with a disgraceful look.

"Ha ha ha! That's where the great Necromancer (Necromancer), Lord Nevillos, is great help!

"Nah!? Dear Nevillos...... so!?

Simon was stunned when a hell of a name came up.

Simon was originally a martial artist but at the same time an excellent wizard.

The presence of the Great Demon was inevitably brought about as a necessary knowledge when learning the art of summoning.

There is certainly a name for the great demon Nevillos if you carry on the memory.

But it shouldn't be beyond the realm of legend...

In the meantime, Ippolito answered Simon's question relentlessly.

"Let me tell you! That body of yours! It belongs to a man with that tiny village! It's the flesh of a man you slaughtered a few years ago using both my orcs! That's what I did to save the body and get him dressed. It's meat, so to speak."

So far, it seems, Simon has been hanging on to a powerful curse.

If that's the case, because there's no way we see orcs and the immortals as regular human armies.

"Oh, I'm a Necromancer! The Necromancer who used the monster to kill innocent people! What a stupid man!

Uncursed Simon was shocked by so much of his sin, he held his head.

Even more frightening words strike Simon to stab a stop there.

"Yes! Let me tell you at last! The soldiers I killed with you were also allowed to use them as undead. Most of these attacks were rendered unusable."

I wasn't the only one who was being used.

The compatriots who fought and died with themselves were also humiliated as immortals (undead) and branded scary monsters by future generations.

"Don't say that! Give me this! Take us! That's right, you fooled me!

"Ha ha! He's a real fool, you are! My lord tricked me into dying, and then he used us."

I regret it!

I heard the high laughter of Ippolito and it was Simon biting his teeth, but I felt something uncomfortable.

Hearing well mixes the laughter of others.

"Ha, Simon! He's a really bad guy. He's especially cunning among demons."

"So, who!?

Looks like Ippolito noticed a laugh other than his own.

He stopped laughing and looked back behind his voice.

"Me!

Simon sounded familiar to this voice.

We exchanged until earlier... yes, that brunette wizard.

Looking back, Lou Brandell was still staring at this one.

A beautiful Art woman swordsman stands beside her.

"Ki, you guys! Hey, when?!?

Simon watched as he even dreamed that the look on Ippolito's face, which he was good at and laughed at, would distort him greatly when he saw Luu.