Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer

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I looked at the bag the paladin threw at me.

Between the big leather bags are water and food, sleeping bags and shovels.

Strange masks and clothing are also included.

This · · · ·. No guns. Just a captain.

I turned my eyes away.

A cold winter day.

Snow is piled up in the Sacred Lands of Ronia.

Prisoners are scrubbing their eyes. By your side, you see soldiers whimpering and screaming for relief.

The prisoners were formally trained with their weapons and their spears in their hands.

... No, this was already an army.

Yeah, it's an army. It reminds me of a scumbag camp!

Oh, my God! Guia. Why are you trying this on me? I'm sad to be outraged in my second life, but a second army! Do you resent me so much? Lady Sal-soon!

“Shit, let's see if you're really saying that you cursed. I'm going to insult my grandson. ”

In my mind, of course.

In fact, if there is a goddess and I can hear her curse, there may be even more misfortune for me.

Like the Wizard's spell, a priest can use his sacred power more powerfully when he says something about worshiping a god or praising one.

At this point, it didn't even seem like there was no God.

“This is a work suit. Put it on and work with the other priests. ”

The paladin said I was ridiculous.

No matter how temporarily deprived of authority and identity, how dare you throw a suitcase at the Crown Prince?

He's a madman!

I heard that he is the deputy commander of the paladins named in the Holy See.

I don't know how these standards differ from those of Korea, but it's more like a colonel or a colonel.

But it also feels like a deputy commissioner to focus and manage me.

Hey, I'm the Holy Father! In South Korea, the president's son is in the military. Where is this crooked bitch?

“Schedules are from 6: 00 a.m. to 9: 00 a.m. for the establishment and tomb maintenance, cleansing of the dead, and · · ·. ”

Even in my frustrated eyes, he is talking about the schedule, ignoring it.

It raises the Smell of Anxiety.

There must be one person like this.

‘I don't care whose son you are. I'm going to the FM. ’

... in mind.

Those who stand up for their beliefs rather than being promoted to prominent authority!

Oh, my God. Are you sure you don't want to live in the army, even though you're dense?

God damn it, Holy Father, why aren't you corrupt? Make some noise!

“Phew, let's not talk. ”

I sighed and lifted my suitcase.

But · · ·. Come on?

I turned my head.

A short distance away, you look at the city center of Ronia's territory.

Somehow it smells disgusting.

“... Is there an undead in the city? ”

In my question, the paladin puzzledly tilted his head.

“What are you talking about? ”

“No, something faint but smells · · ·. ”

At that time, prisoners were dragging carts from the city center.

The cart is stacked with corpses.

“... ”

When I looked at the corpses without saying anything, the paladin said,

“Occasionally, people die from inappropriate conditions, labor, and training. ”

In fact, more people are killed by labor here than by the 'Tide of Death'.

That was Lonia, the land of prisoners deprived of human rights.

It was an appropriate course of action to deal with felons.

“It's vague to blame the mood. There's no such thing as zombies in the city, is there? ”

The paladin nods with confidence.

“Rest assured that's not the case. Some people died working, but even prisoners are burial. ”

I'm glad you did.

I felt uneasy in the city, but too light.

It's the mood.

“Why don't you enhance the security of the city just in case?" ”

“... about security? ”

The paladin tilts his head curiously and nods.

“Very well. Often they are left unpacked and left unattended. If some of them become undead, the territories will feel uneasy. ”

Oh! I thought he was a tight-ass, but he sure listens to advice.

“If you have any further questions, please feel free to join us. ”

I want to insult this guy so badly that his compliments are over.

Let's do what we're told.

I didn't want to take on the hard work of rebelling for no reason.

But since he's a priest and the grandson of the Holy Father, he'll make you do something with low labor strength.

I opened my luggage and lifted my mask and coat.

The mask was ripe for the eyes.

“It's a bird's beak mask. ”

White background, two eyeholes, and a protruding beak.

A mask that actually existed during the Middle Ages and often appeared on the game.

This mask was used by the people of Medieval Dark Ages. It is said that if you wear it, you will not get plague.

Of course, death was a multireflection because it didn't work.

When I look at this, I feel like everyone thinks the same.

Is there any other proper equipment besides these ornaments?

“Does this even work? ”

“Filters with purifying magic, charcoal, sand and more. It can neutralize toxins, plagues, etc. emitted by any undead. ”

Is it like a gas mask in the world?

Indeed, the priest is treated differently than the prisoners. It was clear from the equipment.

I wore a bird's beak mask and turned it upside down.

Looking back, I see other priests in narrow vision.

They're all the same outfit.

It reminds me of the army. If I shave my head and stand in line, I can't tell who it is, but I feel like that now.

“Please work with your colleague. ”

“Work?”

The paladin nods.

“Many have died of plague and fatigue. ”

It's work already.

I sighed in the mask.

The paladin says so, and then takes command of the other prisoners.

Luckily, it's not 24-hour surveillance.

Do you think he'll be able to take care of himself?

I looked around and I saw the villagers.

There are a lot of people who may have come from a different town than the one near the Monastery.

Currently, there will be thousands of people assigned to labor alone.

Unlike sinners, they are the people of the Holy See, the thick tools are well packed.

The man is packing heavy things or tidying up the equipment, and the women are handing out food.

“Your Highness?”

I turned my eyes away.

A strange girl with red eyes with silver hair is holding a basket.

She found me and came close.

My nose and cheeks are red because of the cold. White breath flowed from my mouth.

She stands still with her eyes wide open.

How did he recognize me? He's wearing a mask and he's covering the lobe.

Does it say the name of the prince on your back?

I glanced behind my back and she pulled the food out of the basket she was holding.

“Hey · · · ·. Here you go. It's still warm. ”

Every baked sweet potato.

Charlotte carefully wrapped herself in a cloth and gave me some sweet potatoes to keep the heat from escaping.

“Oh, thank you. Well done."

I took a sweet potato and waved my hand.

She bowed her head to me and distributed food to others.

I cut off a mouth of sweet potatoes.

It's sweet. It's warm.

A smile was painted on my mouth.

I went with the priests to the cemetery in the city.

Clear your eyes, dig a hole.

A corpse is brought to you from the cart.

The prisoners take a close look at the corpse to see if it was a zombie and shove it down the crevasse.

The priests reached out to the corpse in the tomb and muttered something, holding the Bible in their hands.

Is that a cleansing ceremony?

Quite a tricky and complex sequence.

I thought I'd just have to pay my respects as long as it was in the textbook at the monastery, but was my way wrong?

However, the circumcision alone was enough since the soul was cleansed from [Siman].

Now, let me get to work. We'll just have to lay low for a while.

“Sis, Sis! ”

I turned my head instead of shoveling.

Among the priests who were working, I saw a group who were particularly lazy and not at all lazy.

Rather, I saw a group of priests sitting on the corpse as chairs.

They were throwing shovels and chatting.

I glanced at the other soldiers. Strangely, the soldiers were not involved.

Most of the soldiers here are prisoners. And the common people.

Even though they have sinned, there will be no one to tell the clergy what to do.

I put a shovel over my shoulder and approached them.

“Relax. You're not rewarded for your hard work. ”

The one who spoke was a big 16-7-year-old boy.

You're right.

Instead of paying for this kind of outrage, it's hard for me.

I glanced at the paladin.

The paladin seems reluctant to care about this place by giving orders to the other prisoners.

He won't care about paladins even if he plays hardball.

"I see."

I nodded.

The priest took off his mask and took the food out of his luggage. I spit while drinking water.

“Ana, do you have any alcohol? ”

The priest glances at the soldiers unhappy, and notices that they have brought a bottle of wine.

“Oh! You better be. Yes, you have Goddess Gaia's blessings. Your sins will be expunged. ”

“Go, thank you. ”

The soldiers nod.

The priest roughly pushes the soldiers away with a gesture of his hand.

“What a pain in the ass. I would have been promoted to second grade at the Academy by now. I can't believe that's the only way to discipline him. Shit.”

He drank.

My face quickly flushed and flushed.

He struggles to see the senses around him. He gave me the bottle.

“Have a drink, too. It tastes so good! ”

Actually, he couldn't drink, so he gave it to me.

He's bluffing.

I got a bottle.

I'm thirsty and I've never had a drink here before.

I took off my mask and drank.

The harsh energy irritates the neck and nostrils. Then the fever rose in my body.

Man, this tastes like shit! Did you throw away the liquor your servant brought?

I feel better because of the cold.

“What do you think? Delicious? ”

“Delicious.”

I handed the bottle back to him.

“Haha, we should help each other. Apparently, you're also a member of the noble family. What family do you belong to? ”

“Me · · · · ·. ”

... the grandson of the Holy Father.

But how do I look at it when I say that?

What do you say we make him look like an ugly fuck? Or should I fall to the ground? I was also curious about the other person's reaction.

“It's just a small family on the side. ”

I was curious about how he would react, so I was roughly surrounded.

“Haha, what a bumpkin! I knew it. The highest-ranking disciples can't come here. ”

The priest laughs and speaks, and he confronts him around.

“Good. We'll have a good day here, too. What's your name?"

“Allen.”

“Good to see you, Alan. Well, the last name is embarrassing, so I understand. ”

I clapped my hands.

“Fine. Just relax, and if you want to be safe here, listen to me and follow me. I am the eldest son of Earl Hedron, serving the great Holy Father of the Holy See. ”

I was impressed by what he said.

Oh, you can really relax without work!

You don't even have to make excuses.

Well, I may have been deprived of my authority and status, but the Earl's eldest son would never be a paladin.

I laughed and said.

“I look forward to it. ”

“Yes, you should. Yes, of course. ”

I sat on the floor.

He is also a sinner, but he has a bad feeling about sitting on a corpse.

Next to him, Heiss chats nonstop.

Sheep, a fairy tale hero, told a story about how she used divine magic when she was 3, and how she was called a swordsmanship genius when she was 7.

When I was resting for some time listening to the story, I heard the conversation of the priests.

“Heiss said he came here because he was disciplined at the Academy. I heard you've been doing a lot of favors for a little bitch. But instead of repaying the favor, they repaid it with revenge. · · ”

At the priest's words, Hess looks at the priest in horror.

His face hardened.

“Huh? Ah, ah. It · · · ·. Haha! Yeah. Ana, this is so unfair. Pairs, it's not wrong to steal a maid from the Academy. ”

I looked at him.

Heiss continued to smile, smiling excessively, to see if he could feel my gaze.

“Servants live because of our care anyway. Isn't that right?”

The priest asked.

“So what did you do? ”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, so? Uh, so... ”

He was embarrassed. Then he said as if he had remembered something.

“Of course, I tried to hold it. She, uh, she got scared and told me. Help me, help me!" Hahaha! I was so excited to hear that voice! I'm such a pervert. ”

I frowned without knowing it.

Seeing you talk like you're bluffing. But if he had been disciplined and stationed here, he would have tried to rob the servant like a nobleman's mule.

I don't mind, but he was quite a nuisance.