Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer

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The villagers look pale.

It must be amazing that the Holy Father's grandson blasphemed so publicly.

If there is a Pantheon in front of us, we can say nothing even if we are stunned or arrested for blasphemy.

Did the plague happen because of the prince, too? I heard the word ’.

For them, you think disaster has befallen because the Holy Father's grandson blasphemed.

I stared straight ahead, clearing my throat.

Here come the zombies.

[Name: Zombie

Age:??

Expertise: biting, scratching.

+ Starving for instinct.]

Looking deep into the heart, a truly unspeakable information window appeared.

That was enough.

They literally bite and scratch on their instincts.

That should be enough for the men here.

“Heeheeheeheehee!”

However, there is a problem.

The villagers are terrified and are only taking a step back.

“How am I supposed to fight? We are not priests! ”

I get it. If it wasn't for the Necromancer, I'd be shitting my pants.

“I can't! You can still live on the run. Take your daughter to the monastery · ·! ”

The man's eyes widened as he spoke.

A woman howls in between the zombies.

“Honey · · ·! ”

You must be his wife.

I said ignoring him.

“There's a lot of zombies. You'll be very angry if you leave it like this. It's best to kill them quickly to eradicate the disaster. ”

The man shakes his head to the left and to the right, denying the reality.

“I can't. I can't!”

The man looked at me and said,

I dropped the farming equipment I was holding.

I tilted my head at him.

“Why?”

“Why? It's my family! That woman over there, that's my wife! How do you kill a wife like that? ”

“He's already dead. Turning your back on reality doesn't make a difference. ”

In my words, the villagers stared at me with lively eyes.

“Ome, I'm scared. Don't look at me like that. I don't want you to make me. You don't want to fight, you want to run? ”

I tapped a man on the shoulder. I said it as gently as possible.

“Yes, go ahead. I don't like being forced to. Who likes an army? Fine. If you want to run away, be my guest. ”

He says it's okay to run, but then he steps back to see his zombie wife.

“Oh, but make sure the zombie wife doesn't hurt her daughter. ”

The man's body hardened.

I said with a shovel over my shoulder.

“That's not what I bought. ”

I point my finger at the zombie woman's mouth.

“Isn't it terrible to see the outside? But it's worse inside. What do you think your wife's gonna look like? The body is rotting and the soul is dying, and suffering is overwhelming. ”

Mind doesn't just show the character of the other person.

The Necromancer influences even light up the soul of the dead.

Screaming and agonizing, crooked souls overlap hundreds of zombies.

That's why I build graves and do purification rituals.

Without the purification ritual, their souls are not saved, so they scream every day.

“Suffer?”

The man's eyes were shaking.

“Of course. Who likes being an undead and hurting people? ”

“... ”

“If you leave it like this, you'll be wandering around unsaved. The body will rot and rot, leaving nothing but bones. You'll be a dead man for a very long time without being saved. ”

I picked up a piece of farm equipment that fell to the floor and handed it to him.

“Why don't you ease the pain? At least a wife would want to die comfortably next to her husband. ”

The man didn't look at me. He looks at his zombie wife and grabs the farming equipment without a word.

My face distorted with tears.

A devastating face. But the shaking eyes stop and you stare intensely at your zombie wife.

You seem determined.

I patted the man on the back.

“The dead are the dead, and the living are to live. ”

I looked around and said,

“I don't care if you run, but you'd better throw away your guarantee of survival. Isolated? It's not just a zombie. They're smart enough to cut off the way. You think you can get away with that? No, absolutely not. ”

Those who have already fled the Monastery have also become zombie yards. If the others try to escape, it won't be long.

“Then there's only one. ”

I point to the approaching zombies with a shovel.

“Gather them together and kill them again. That is the way to protect family, friends and lovers, and also to save the dead. ”

As I curled my mouth and spoke, the men gripped their teeth.

He was trembling, but no one turned back.

The result is satisfactory enough.

“Then think you've got it all figured out. ”

You plug the shovel into the ground and grab the handle with both hands.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“What we need to do is simple. Killing zombies and burying them. Don't worry.I 'll only hurt your heart if I get bit. We provide Holy Water as a service. ”

Is it the sarcasm?

An insult came from the villagers.

“He's not even human. It's not me.”

“I'm sorry I'm not human. ”

“He's not even his own family. ”

“Haha, but why are you doing this? Someone else couldn't run away and kicked him out! ”

I loosened up.

“Let's get this over with. The dead will want to rest. Don't send one to the monastery. Let's keep this clean so no more victims show up. ”

I grabbed the shovel with both hands.

I was just going to watch, but there are a lot of them. As soon as the victim shows up like this, I'm too embarrassed. Above all · · ·.

“Don't die. There's more work to be done.”

... I really mean this.

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Charlotte was a girl who grew up in a happy family.

In the morning, I helped my mother make breakfast and drew water.

In the afternoon, I helped my father cut wood in the forest.

It was the same day as usual.

She helps her mother make breakfast and returns home, moaning with water from the river outside the village.

- Uaek · · ·. Ouch. Woof.

Charlotte looks around in surprise.

My neighbor's uncle vomited, complaining of abdominal pain. Next to her, the lady patted her back and made a worried face.

I smelled something sour and wanted to stir my nose.

Fall and winter were times of plague.

Charlotte's father is also suffering from the plague.

- Don't worry, it'll only last a week.

Charlotte believed it.

In fact, last year, he suffered from the plague himself.

But isn't he alive and well?

This was just another test to come to have a healthy year.

- How are you?

When Charlotte greeted him, the neighbor's mistress was surprised and frowned. She took her husband into the house.

Charlotte is bitter.

A neighbor smiling and greeting was buried during the plague.

Well, you're worried about the plague. Even if it is the one who has it.

Charlotte hurries into the house.

Pick-!

She turns her head down.

The mouse was biting her leather sandals.

Charlotte kicked the mouse with a frown.

The mouse fell out of a nearby warehouse.

Dozens of glances are visible through the door of the warehouse.

Oh, yeah?

Charlotte opened her mouth when she looked surprised.

- Queeeeeeeeeek!

It's weird to get it out of a small body.

Charlotte misses the bucket holding it in surprise. She runs reflexively.

Dozens of mice have been chasing me ever since.

- Mom!

Charlotte hurries into the house, closes the door, and walks into the lock.

Bang, bang! Bang!

Mice rush towards the door.

- Mom!

Charlotte screams in the kitchen as she steps backwards, her face turning white.

The startled Charlotte hurries toward the kitchen.

Charlotte's body hardens.

My dad was biting her neck while holding a kitchen knife to prepare breakfast.

Why · · ·?

My mother wept and murmured to Charlotte.

- Degrees. Nets · · · ·. Sure · · · ·.

Charlotte shakes her head sideways and sideways.

She tries to ask someone else for help. The door continued to be hammered by the mice.

Charlotte yells at the whale from the window toward the other house.

- Help! Mommy! Daddy!

Every house shows the faces of the villagers.

But also, for a moment, I slammed the curtain and ignored it.

Charlotte looks back.

My dad was just standing there, shaking his head.

There was blood on her mouth. The dead eyes almost look at Charlotte.

Ah · · ·.

The zombie father attacks her.

Charlotte doesn't remember what happened.

A faint glimpse of him ran into the kitchen, picked up a knife, and faced his zombie mother.

She wields a kitchen knife.

When I woke up, my mom and dad were slashed by kitchen knives and died.

Charlotte stares at the two corpses dazed.

- Help me!

Hey, I need some medicine.

- What, all of a sudden, these mice...

Outside the window, you hear the screams of the villagers.

Charlotte turns her head.

Mice were gnawing on the door by the entrance of the door.

The door breaks, and the mice come in and attack her.

"Phew!"

Charlotte wakes up with her eyes wide open.

She rolls her eyes in cold sweat. Reflexively, your hands falter.

There were no insecure mice running towards her.

Where am I?

Her gaze returned to the inside of the monastery.

He also found her, and a surprised woman and an old woman approached.