Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer

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“I knew from the book that I had a gun, but I didn't expect it to be this common. ”

Guns are humanity's greatest and worst invention.

Unlike weapons that require skill, such as swords and bows, they are easy to learn and can be "killed" by pulling a trigger.

But the gun in this world was like an ornament.

Musket rifles were mostly used by ‘wizards’ because they were fired using the concept of 'mana’, not the concept of 'gunpowder’.

Then you only use wizards?

Not that either.

I could use it if I knew how to handle knights, mercenaries, commoners, horses, sex, magic.

This has been an advantage for wizards and alchemists to invest 200 years in the development of firearms.

And the output is · · ·. It was a simple ‘ornament’.

Why · · ·?

“Ridiculous Mana consumption. ”

For eating Mana so badly.

Skilled Wizards say that if more than 5 shots are fired, all Mana will be exhausted.

In addition, it takes at least 5 minutes to gather Mana and form a bullet to fire a single shot.

A ridiculous range of 50 meters, at most.

Does that make you strong?

Not that either.

Immediately after firing, the formed Mana disintegrates and scatters its horns to the ground.

Can't inflict critical damage on enemies at 50 m.

If you invest 5 minutes, you can do more damage to your enemy with a much more powerful Broad Magic.

It is also efficient in terms of Mana consumption.

However, there are two reasons why there is a ‘gun'.

One is for `dieting`.

I don't know the relationship between body fat and Mana, but some noblewomen learn to shoot because they're good at dieting.

Another is because of the evil hobby of nobles.

Some people wear them as ornaments and even want to be "genuine," so wizards make them for mere ornaments and sell them.

Even the nobles are ridiculous. I'm investing a lot of money in exhibiting unnecessary guns besides diet help.

Well, a lot of collectors like to collect unique things.

But how much for one of those? I hear it's very expensive.

“It's a shame, though. If I knew how to make gunpowder, I could shoot a Munchkin all by myself. ”

What do you do? You don't make gunpowder out of dogs and cows. He came to this world because he studied beforehand, right?

I shaken my head and looked around as I tried to hang the Muskets back in the closet.

“Shall we shoot? ”

I was curious.

It's fun to touch the Musket Rifles of the world, but you might as well try it out.

If you inject it with the power of a rattlesnake in the first place, it will not produce destructive power.

At best, the furniture will have some scratches.

I smashed the Musket Rifle from the wall.

A stun gun that shoots bullets, not using iron tools, gunpowder and poles.

The reason the lid is separate is to cool off the heat after firing the bullet.

I breathed my breath into the bullet bearing part of the Musket Rifle, exactly where Mana was placed.

[Create bullet due to sexual strength · · ·.]

[Enter SP Control.]

Activates the [ Qi]. Temporarily advances equipment.]

[Makes more precise bullets.]

Oh, yeah?

A message pops into my head.

It's something else every time, but the title ' Qi' embarrassed me.

God's beloved, God's blessed, etc. The power of all kinds of modifiers on the continent.

[Strange].

It was a ‘bi-directional’ power that had nothing to do with Manawa, her sexual strength and her magical power.

“I thought it was the superpowers of the world. ”

Was this your ability?

I never thought a noble bloodline would possess this kind of power.

“That's amazing.”

It looks like you unconsciously used it against a zombie bear.

The shovel hardens and stops the bear from striking.

“Is the equipment temporarily advanced · ·. ”

It will be a form of enhancement.

Is that why? Sex consumption is not greater than I thought. Even though it is a headache, it is not as consuming as it is when it is making holy water.

It's easy to move your body.

About a minute.

Or maybe I made a lousy bullet.

There's no way I can get the other skilled wizards to do that in five minutes.

I pointed a musket rifle at a planter on the western shore.

I was curious about its power.

Like a child experimenting with a freshly bought grieving gun, he pulled the trigger and lowered his voice.

“Bam.”

What started as a joke · · ·.

Boom!

It became a big problem.

The explosion covered the mansion.

I shot him in the butt and lost my musket with a blank look.

I was more surprised than surprised to overcome the reactions.

Outside the window, you hear the screams of the servants and maids. I was surprised by the sudden thunderclap.

Bang, bang!

“Your Highness! What's the matter? ”

You hear the paladin's urgent voice behind the door.

It was different from machine-like calm.

The paladin must have been upset by the noise a while ago.

When the reaction was late, the paladin broke the doorknob.

“What · · · · · ·. ”

I opened the door and pushed the paladin away.

“It's nothing. ”

“Yes? But · · · · ·. ”

The paladin turns his eyes inside his helmet to look around the room.

The paladin seems to be trying to confirm something, and pushes the paladin forcefully.

“Well, I don't mean to pry into a man's room during puberty. ”

I feel like kicking my crotch back even if I want to.

Of course, I knew my legs would hurt because of the armor, so I only pushed the armor with my palm.

I pushed the paladin hard and closed the door.

I sighed and frowned, staring at the musket on the floor and the hole in the wall.

“Fuck decorations! ”

Who are you? A useless ornament and a diet item!

With this kind of power, ordinary people and undead were merely instantaneous.

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The next morning, the paladin Haman, who brought the Crown Prince to the territory of Ronia, entered the work of preparing.

He frowns, looking at the priests before his eyes.

There's over 80 of them.

All of them are junkies.

People are being disciplined at Hummite Academy in the middle of the continent or cheating as priests.

Haman turned his head.

The prince Allen Olfalls is shivering in the cold between them.

The seventh grandson of the Holy Father and the Grand Daughter of the Archbishop.

He's the worst of all these junkies.

The notoriety is not exaggerated even if it is recognized on the continent.

Thanks to you, even the Great Holy Father is rotting his head. · ·

‘I don't think it's changed either. ’

Even when I was in the monastery, I carried a girl as an excuse to be a nun. As soon as he arrived here, the prince even coveted the lord's servant.

Later, when this is over, I will report to the Holy Father and ask the nuns at the Monastery.

‘Isn't the prince forcibly taking her?’

- It's... You've changed a lot.

The paladin Haman listened to the villagers after the witch Morgana incident.

It was merely an investigation of witches, but the villagers spoke of the Crown Prince more than of Morgana.

You've changed a lot since the suicide three months ago. It may have been a mental shock or a memory loss, but it must have been the canopy.

It was different.

I kicked his crotch when I came to see him. Then he tried to pick up a basket and stab his leg.

He was the one who subdued the prince and imprisoned him to lift his prayers and drink only water.

The Holy Father told us to do whatever we want with the Crown Prince.

I said I wouldn't mind breaking my arms and legs if I just held my breath.

- You're doing a really good job with the cemetery. When the zombies showed up, they were the first to hunt them down. And · · ·.

The villagers smiled and said.

- You protected us. Above all, he offered a restless funeral for his precious people. If you hate an ungrateful woman, it's like an ungrateful garbage.

Knight Haman frowns.

It was completely ridiculous.

The Crown Prince hunts zombies?

A zombie hunt for an emperor who was frightened to death by a rat? · ·

And the Dog Tree? That's what you use when you realize what you've done wrong.

Just because the prince lost his memory, the past evil deeds were not lost and could be forgiven.

‘You want to go back to the Imperial Palace as an excuse to lose your memory. ’

He most likely asked the villagers to kiss him because of the Witch Morgana incident.

You wanted a chance to return to the Imperial Court in recognition of your work with the witches.

But there's a strange angle to it.

Witch Morgana has a history of destroying many villages.

Although they are weak Necromancers in melee combat, they are not weak enough to be beaten by the villagers.

The Black Cult is an organization that cultivates "assassins." Those who are beaten by the villagers cannot be easily caught.

However, the prince could not have subdued the witch. It seems that the farmer named Grill is quite strong.

Old age is a flaw, but it would be a good idea to write a recommendation for an apprentice paladin test later.

Haman looks back at the prince Allen.

"What are you looking at? 'I have sent a gaze.

‘I don't think that's changed either. ’

Just seeing her playing with a woman in front of herself as a watcher was no different than a local peasant.

How embarrassing it would be to act like that in front of your own eyes.

‘But what happened yesterday? ’

Yesterday evening, Emperor Allen came to the Lord's House and was assigned a room.

Soon after the prince entered the room, something exploded.

The Masked Pervert is the grandson of His Holiness who gave one loyalty.

If anything happens to him under the circumstances he is currently protecting, his loyalty is to disappoint him.

So I tried to rush through the door, but Emperor Allen was safe and pushed Haman away.

Then, Haman could see.

A big hole in the room.

It was a hole with magical properties that no sword, spear, or bow could make.

`What the hell was that? `

Did the Crown Prince put a hole in a man's head?

But how?

He couldn't have had magic skills or dangerous objects like that.

The Watcher himself would never have mastered the new magic.

Even though I put the Imperial Book of Magic and the Swordsmanship in the monastery, I couldn't see it, nor were the low-level magic that the prince could learn in just a few months.

‘Did you bring anything suspicious from Necromancer Cave? ’

Then it's dangerous. I'll have to examine Jim later.

The paladin Haman looks back at the soldiers.

He is dressed like a rag and wears a thick cloth armor all over his body.

These are prisoners dispatched here to Lonia, not the official soldiers. Next to them is a large bag, shovel, and water bottle.

‘Prisoners of Lonia. ’

If they survive this winter, they will be absolved or free from some of their sins.

It was a way to maintain the history of this cruel sacrificial castle and suppress sinners.

Of course, if any of them are opposed · ·.

“Oh! He's getting away! ”

A prisoner has just entered the territory and is on the run.

The soldiers shoot their bows and kill without hesitation.

The other prisoners stagger, startled.

That is the result of the defiant.

If you endure the coming winter every year, the price will fade gradually. On the contrary, if they resist, they will be executed whether they commit a great sin or a small one.

Sacrifices that will reduce the wrath of the undead.

Killing or saving, the prisoners were just consumables.

The prisoners stare nervously at the dead prisoner.

The paladin Haman said:

“What are you doing? Get rid of the body! And hand out the clothes. ”

It begins now.

Thousands of undead arrive between the start of winter and the death of the commander king on December 25.

We need to establish a ground zero and eliminate the undead from spreading across the continent.

Haman picks up his suitcase and throws it to the Crown Prince, Allen Olfalls.

“Medical clothing to prevent plague. Please get dressed and work with other priests. ”

The prince frowns to see if he didn't like Haman's words.

Haman was once again convinced.

I knew it. The disgruntled eyes did not change.