Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer

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If there is one person who has absolute power on the continent, people will point to one person.

The King of Humans.Even the Great Emperors need to know.

It is the Holy Scripture, called the Representative of God.

Anyone who inherits the blood of such a saint is treated as a "noble bloodline."

But · · ·.

“... baptism. ”

I muttered as if to myself.

I have a shovel in my hand. I can see the recessed pool in front of my eyes.

“... shoveling. ”

I looked forward.

Tombstones and graveyards. Rotting flies.

“... corpse. ”

Look back.

There is a monastery that collapses less than 10 meters from the cemetery.

Jewels, shovels, corpses, monasteries.

Holy Father, the supreme ruler of the Holy Father, the blood of God, the direct authority of Celt Olfolds. The seventh grandson to be buried!

“Why · · · ·. ”

The reason was simple.

Dog shit, maggots you can't stand!

Actually, I don't remember.

But there is a story to be heard.

If you get bored walking through the Imperial Palace, call your servant and kick him or slap him on the cheek.

When I saw the passing maid, I brutally assaulted her because I was bored with the academic scholar who came to abuse or teach her.

This is what some nobles do.

They can't just be deceived and buried like this.

On the contrary, it was also betrayed in a dangerous area and became a graveyard for one reason only.

[blasphemy]

The Holy Father's grandson, who opened his eyes to lust, grabbed a maid and tried to rob her from her room.

In the process, the Archbishop came to greet the Holy Father.

- Tsk, tsk, that son of a bitch did it again.

... I don't care if it's just a skip or a dry run.

The problem is that the servant girl is the granddaughter of the Archbishop.

I saw my granddaughter being plundered in an imperial palace, where she had been sent to build up her education and learn.

As Archbishop, you have to flip your eyes.

I pounded the Holy Father's grandson with the ranch I was holding.

During the commotion, the paladins stopped the Archbishop and the Archbishop was summoned to the Holy Father.

Although the next Pope was the archbishop with power, beating the grandson of the Holy Father could not be allowed.

Since their grandchildren were also sinners, they were both given probation for two months.

I thought the case would end quietly. · ·

- How dare you hit me?

A 15-year-old boy snuck into the room where the Archbishop lived and burned the Bible.

The one who broke the cross and slept with Goddess Gaia! 'I painted the inscription on the wall.

... even though he is truly immature, in a believing country, the Holy Father's grandson blasphemes God.

The liver was a madman coming out of the boat. It is fortunate that they were not called "heretics."

Thanks to this, the resentment of the Holy Father and his grandson were betrayed to the land of the commanders in the north.

Temporarily deprived of all authority and identity.

In return, I gave the order to serve the town.

Since there was a cemetery right next to the monastery and there was no job to do, it automatically became a cemetery.

- Build a spiritual lamb mourning the dead.

This must be what the Holy Father meant.

The influence of being the successor to the Holy Father after the exile has also disappeared.

There is no escort.

If you get kidnapped in a foreign country or eaten by zombies on the command's land, you'll be playing neglect for a while.

“So the corpse and the burial ground called Lululah · · ·. ”

Of course, the grandson who complained went down to the nearby village and stirred.

In less than a day's time, the paladins came.

I imprisoned my grandson in the monastery, prayed for a week and let him drink only water.

The paladins disappeared after probation.

- It's unfair. To these lowlifes!

My grandson seems to have got too close to it.

Well, the famous one was now ignored by the commoners.

It must have been so dark out here, carrying a dead body and shoveling all alone on the side.

Is that why?

Whether he was reborn or possessed, he was strangled when he came to his senses.

The Holy Father's grandson tried to kill himself.

I still have a sore throat when I think about it.

“Well, does it matter now? ”

It doesn't really matter to me.

This body is now mine and my second life has begun.

You don't have to worry about your grandson's past.

Life in the Palace of the Beast Master is good, but the cemetery here is also not bad.

Rather, it's good now. Fits well

I don't know if it's because of the job of the Necromancer that ran around in his past life, but there's no objection to disposing of corpses.

This dreary fog, silence, and subtle stench are even sentimental.

“I hope I'm not necrophilia who likes corpses. ”

There's something strange about it.

Obviously, the Necromancer is a wizard who uses magic to rule death.

I feel like such a wizard trait is a little corrupted.

You wander around, checking for no popularity and quietly touching the corpse.

A white light flows out of the corpse that was about to finish the job and stands up squeaking like a wooden doll.

- Oh-oh.

Rotten flesh, crooked eyes, and crooked posture.

A zombie without end.

Yeah, zombies, but why?

“... he's got a record. ”

Zombies stand, not with the energy of death, but with the power of life.

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My command skills are [Resurrection of the Dead], [Ghost Soldier], [Plague of Weakness], [Swamp of Death], and [Horrible Curse]. Other passive skills include [Siman] and [Translation].

There are several other skills, but they haven't been used yet. It didn't come to my mind.

I can use other skills depending on my skill level as I can see them in my head.

“In the case of commanders, they all have a very close effect on life. ”

When you summon a zombie or skeleton, it is summoned with power, not magic.

The plague and curse summoned a pool of blessings and a pool of holy water in the swamp of death.

The skill that brings death turns it into a life-giving skill.

Probably.

“It's because of this body. ”

It was because the body was filled with sexual strength, not magic.

He was a grandson of the Holy Father on a godless subject.

I don't know what the other priests are like, but at this age, they're average.

Well, it doesn't matter.

What I do is a graveyard here.

The Holy Father's grandson?

I don't need them all. It is much easier and better to manage this grim and quiet graveyard than to live in a place that seems to be bleeding to death.

“The Prince · · · · ·. Prince. ”

I hear voices from a distance.

I looked back and saw two men who look like farmers approaching with masks on.

It was the corpses they were carrying.

When I was busy, I didn't even know it was coming.

I cracked the sacred zombie skull standing still with a shovel in my hand.

The roaring zombie remains in the pit.

I straightened out the protruding leg, grunting.

“Oh, it's hard. Honestly, I could do this with a zombie. ”

The problem is that there are a lot of villagers who come without any notice.

Imagine the Holy Father's grandson is a zombie. How would you react?

- The seventh grandson of the Holy Father has made a pact with the devil about his fate!

Dramatically resurrected in a suicide, but now you're dealing with zombies?

Maybe they'll send a heretic interrogator right away.

Even the Holy Father's grandson may believe that only the shell remains and the Devil is inside.

Maybe you'll spend the rest of your life in prison being watched after torture.

Priests of the Holy See believe only what they want to believe, so there are too many people to convince.

“Oh, Your Highness. Uh, so... ”

I am called the Crown Prince or the Seven.

The Crown Prince, who is the son and father of the Holy Father, has inherited the Holy Father's throne, but has since disappeared.

“I'm here to see the prince. ”

The villagers on the other side couldn't have known about manners or manners.

All you have to do is bow and salute. And yet it seems to notice.

That's how he greeted you, so the original dork owner must have been making a commotion.

I like this light greeting. Before that, I can't force it because I don't know the etiquette or etiquette.

“What the hell is that? ”

I leaned down with a shovel in the ground, saying that I was tired. He gestures at the corpse brought by the farmers.

“That's how Veron, the neighbor, died of the plague. ”

“Ugh, that's horrible. I'm afraid the plague will kill us too. ”

The farmer stared at me, saying that.

I gave a frightening look.

Wow, that's amazing. Brilliant! You didn't bring a plagued corpse here after you cremated it, did you? Bravo!

I can't wait to kill the prince because of the plague!

“Don't they burn the bodies? ”

The two farmers stared at each other as they complained. They said with an awkward face.

“Yes · · · ·. It's a bit like that, isn't it? He wasn't close, but he was saying good morning, so you have to bury him nicely. Maybe we can do it right with makeup. ”

“We used to have a different guy who carries corpses, and now that he's sick, we don't know anything about the profession. ”

“Still. ”

I raised the shovel with a disgruntled glance.

The shovel flashes and the farmers take a step back in surprise.

“Woe, the Crown Prince? ”

“Bitch, you said there were still old habits! Since the suicide · · · ·! Even if you lose your memory, trash is always trash! ”

- Kuooo!

At that moment, the cloth-wrapped corpse wiggles. The corpse reaches out and grabs one of the farmers.

The corpse's cheeks are torn. My mouth opens like my jaw is falling out.

Slit the farmer's throat! I'm gonna bite you.

A shovel is lodged in the head of a living corpse.

“Heeheeheeheehee!”

The farmers were startled and shot their buttocks.

“Did my sister tell you? You'll be a zombie in three or four days if you don't get cremated. ”

This world was truly unique.

In a remote countryside or rural area, or in a lush forest, a battlefield, etc., the active city may be.

When a person dies close to a grave, one of the ten is raised to life as a zombie.

It seems that's the law and the rule of the world.

And the ones who deal with such zombies are "hunters," "cemeteries," "priests."

Especially near the ‘Land of Command’ where I was.

It is because the commander king who watered the continent long ago into the sea of death fell asleep.

Thanks to you, if anyone dies here, there is a 50% chance to become undead.

What a unique ecosystem.

I wiped my sweat. I took out the water from the dancing leather pouch.

In fact, you have to carry a dead body to the village or hunt a zombie that has turned there yourself, but no one would dare ask the prince to do such a thing.

There were no zombies in the first place and no escort from the Crown Prince. This body was originally quite hated by the imperial court.

“Well done anyway. Go.”

As he gestured and spoke, the two farmers stood up, swallowing dry saliva. They look at each other and say it quietly.

“Low · · · ·. Your Highness?”

“Huh? Why? ”

“The prince said, First of all, aren't you a priest? ”

“You're a priest, Nabal, the grandson of the Holy Father. The grandson of the emperor and pope. ”

Well, now it's just a shell. Oh, it's the same with the sex force in it.

“That · · · ·. Can you do us the favor of keeping the plague from spreading? ”

I look at them and look fat.

No vaccination of any kind.

I didn't have those skills in the first place. What is a Necromancer who is not a priest?

“Ha, even baptized. ”

I put my hands together and said with a desperate expression.

The epidemic seems serious these days.

Humans in this world are so sturdy that they are often treated more naturally than when they die from the plague.

However, the epidemic is coming from death, whether it is stronger than before.

But baptism, I've never done anything like that.

When I look at two farmers, I look at them quite eagerly.

· · · Do I have to?

“Well, I mean, Amen?"

I slightly poured the bag of water in my hand. He said roughly by drawing a cross. I think it would be polite to do it formally.

Originally, I had to sprinkle holy water and recite the Bible, but since I didn't know how to do it, I decided to just skip it.

In the absence of the castle, the farmers sighed a little while holding their hands together and praying.

“... Amen. ”

It was then.

[You blessed your opponent.]

... Why?