Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer

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- You're not going to stop him?

-1His body is unstable. Please stop fighting!

It was the words of Archbishop Raphael and his granddaughter Elise.

1They tried to stop the Pope's attending, but the Pope Celt didn't want to stop the struggle.

No, actually, it's half.

I'm worried about my first grandson and want to stop him.

But I also wanted to know the truth about my seventh grandson.

If he had truly done such a miracle in Lonia, he would have the qualities to hunt even the descendants of vampires and become a "successor to the Holy See."

‘I'm sorry, Archbishop. ’

It doesn't matter if you think you're selfish. As a Celt, you needed an heir to protect your people and stop the Vampires.

The Crown Prince won't last a year.

Celt herself is old, and she doesn't know when she'll die.

Now I needed the opportunity to see Allen through the duel and rethink his succession.

“This coward Allen Olfolds admits defeat. Congratulations on your victory. Come on, clap! ”

But the Seven Kingdoms surrendered.

Above that, clap your hands.

“Come on, clap! ”

A quick round of applause for the nobles.

The nobles in the training ground look shy.

“Come on, grandpa, clap! ”

The Holy Father Celt was just like them.

I gave him an elegant dog as a prince who looks like him.

It is not the work of the holy princes. This was just a joke.

Celt's anticipation rises in anger.

It was time for him to scream.

I hear applause.

Celt looks away.

The silver-haired girl followed the seven princes and clapped her hands.

Another clap sounds.

An Earl Gerald and a representative grill among the nobles.

7 The prince, the girl, Earl Gerald, and the commoners applaud.

When the Holy Father looks at them and frowns, he hears applause even close.

Elise, who was standing beside her, was flabbergasted and clapped in haste.

Is that all? The Archbishop clapped in haste.

Then I realized their intentions.

The girl, Earl Jennard, and the People's Representatives will want to help the Seven Kingdoms, and Raphael and Elise will want to end the match quickly to take care of the First Kingdom.

Even the Archbishop applauded, and the other nobles began applauding with an awkward face.

A round of applause is given to those who fill the training ground.

They all look like shit.

I try to snap at the sound of rage, but the mood changes.

"I can't get out. ’

Celt gazes at the Seven.

Why would he do something like that?

Are they trying to avoid a duel?

Or is it because I was worried about First Prince Luan that he canceled the duel even after he was humiliated?

‘But I have no idea. Allen.’

Celt presses down on her temples.

That was a joke, a taunt and an insult to Celt herself and the First Crown Prince.

The evidence showed that the first prince raised the wooden sword.

‘Maybe we should stop them this time. ’

Celt sticks out her tongue.

* *

“Come on, grandpa, clap! ”

I looked at the Holy Father Celt and said,

The Holy Father Celt is stunned and speechless.

Man, this is ridiculous even if I think about it.

There can be no such thing as a wretch!

No, I'm not that bad because I was good to my brother.

It's a matter of confrontation.Of course it's cancer.

“Now that the competition is over, everyone enjoy the banquet · ·. ”

I bow my head in reflection.

The wooden sword passed right over my head.

“Ome, sir? ”

I wrapped my head around it and flinched.

I looked up at Luan.

Eye and mouth muscles twitch.

His furious face became more distorted.

“Surely you're insulting me! ”

“What nonsense. Hmm, what are you talking about? Brother, I'm doing this for you. ”

I think a few words of embarrassment might have caused Luan to lose his mind.

“What the fuck? ”

“No, I didn't say that. ”

“How dare you! ”

“Keeping body structure · · · ·. ”

Luan's eyes turn.

Luan swings his wooden sword.

This is dangerous.

I don't even have a wooden sword.

I rolled away from the wooden sword.

Then Luan's body turns. A wooden sword flew at me through a strange movement.

I headed straight for the face.

It's a brutal force that can break through the nose bone or teeth if it's hit.

“Oh, shit! ”

I summoned a shovel from the item window.

A wooden sword and shovel collide.

Luan's eyes widen and those at the banquet hall stiffen.

“Shovel?”

Well, he's a rotten prince with a shovel. It'll freak you out.

But I had a distinct admiration.

The nobles look surprised.

“Where are the shovels? ”

“Sub-space magic? ”

The nobles' gaze was on the palace wizards.

The wizards shake their heads in dismay.

“Mana, there was no flow. The Prince didn't use magic. It is also believed that it is not caused by a magical tool. In this case, it's considered [curiosity]. ”

Luan narrows his eyes and wields a wooden sword.

A shovel and a wooden sword collide.

The attack is terrifying.

Attack is smooth for patients with rotting bodies.

The sword of a cunning tyrant is pressuring me.

If he was in one piece, how much longer would he be flying?

You pick up the shovel and stop the wooden sword.

Luan's eyes have changed.

Hate at first glance. But when I summoned the shovel, there was a wonder, and now there is a surprise.

“Did you kill your great-great-great-granddaughter vampire? ”

“I said no. We had everyone's help. ”

Luan's eyes roll.

He looks at the Holy Father. Look at me again.

My eyes get sharper.

My back is creepy.

Something's coming!

“Lord Tomer of Abundance. ”

Uh, wait, aren't you supposed to use your grades?

Before that, if you use your power like that now · · ·!

Something happened that worried me.

Perhaps the magical force in the heart was a refusal by forcibly gathering sexual strength.

The skin wrapped in bandages swells and bursts.

A pool of blood is spilled.

“Your Holiness! We have to stop them!”

“Just a little more. ”

“The prince is dying! ”

“I know! ”

In spite of Raphael's drying, the Holy See opened its eyes.

“I know. I know.”

Celt grits her teeth until her gums bleed.

No, stop him if you know!

The First Prince is going to die!

The wooden sword was infused with sexual force.

The shovel trembles.

"Good-bye-bye!"

Dangerous!

I'm going to die before the First Prince.

[Use novelty.]

A runner is engraved on the shovel that was holding it.

The shovel, which was shaking like it was about to break, became sturdy and held on to the wooden sword with its full power.

Please, somebody stop me.

The First Prince and I will die.

I hoped there would be a touch of salvation again.

But those damn nobles are busy admiring and watching.

Is your family fighting so much? It goes very well. Holy shit!

At that time, I saw red hair among the nobles.

Earl Pomorr is hiding among the nobles.

Oh, this shit, you mean it?

That means you're confident enough to come here and watch, right?

I can't take it anymore.

Killing him here will solve everything.

Playing with vampires should be over by now.

“Sir, I'm sorry. ”

I flicked the First Prince Luan's wooden sword.

“Break this tight. ”

You step on the ground and rotate your body, swinging the flat section of the shovel towards Luan.

Bang!

With a dull sound, Luan's body rises to life.

and falls to the ground.

“Cough · · ·. ”

My nose bone is rubbing and my teeth are falling out.

Luan flinches on the floor.

I stood before him and summoned the Musket Rifle.

I breathed into the loading area of the bullet.

“Gaia.”

Bullets of Sexual Power are gathered.

[I used my sneaker.]

[Temporarily enhance equipment.]

[Ammo builds.]

I looked at the Holy Father and the Archbishop, the judges.

The Archbishop's face was pale.

The Archbishop appealed to the Holy Father Celt.

“We must stop them! Even a Musket without the ability to kill, the Crown Prince is in danger on that street! ”

Don't worry, Archbishop. I'm not after the Crown Prince.

I glanced at Earl Pomor, the vampire lurking among the nobles.

He flinches back, startled.

Tsk, you're so vigilant.

I didn't expect you to be so wary of that ornamental Musket.

Thanks to you, I didn't gather enough power.

We need a minute of ammo formation and a 30-second prayer, but now we don't have time to pack it all up.

The power gathered in less than 10 seconds. I don't know how powerful it is, but I have to give it at least one shot.

I pointed the Musket at Earl Pomorr among the nobles.

He was fine to drink holy water, even if he injected it.

But if your head were to fly, you wouldn't be safe.

“Phew!”

“What · · · · ·. ”

When the nobles were terrified and warped, I pulled the trigger.

Flames are thrown from the barrel.

The bullet hit Earl Pomor's head between the spectators.

Qajik!

“Aaahhhh!”

Your face explodes.

Earl Pomorr covers his face. He falls to the ground, thumping and screaming.

“Ahhhh!”

“Huang, the prince is mad! ”

Shit, he's still alive.

I lost my stamina when I was making bullets.

I was about to run with a shovel in my hand.

“... stop the Crown Prince. ”

The order of the Celts has fallen.

The paladins are waiting for me.

I looked at the Holy Father Celt.

He doesn't seem confused. It's just an indiscreet face.

Celt turns her gaze at me and looks at Earl Pomorr.

He tilted his head and made a meaningful expression.

Shit, just once, just once!

I was dragged away by the paladins with my teeth.

* *

Celt has been disappointed since the Declaration of Surrender of the Seven. But in the aftermath of the struggle, he was a series of surprises.

I felt the resemblance when my brother was cursing.

When the shovel was summoned from the air, even though there were no signs of magic from the seven emperors, I was amazed.

I want to applaud you for not feeling well, but enduring a long battle with Luan.

The same thing surprised Luan.

7 witnessed the emperor use [Wonder].

I summoned the shovel, but there was no flow of Holy Power, Mana or Magic Power at all.

Another gift unrelated to magic, another divine miracle.

I have no choice but to think so.

The use of [Wonder] is more questionable than the manner in which the pope dealt with Earl Pomor.

- What if the Seven were deliberately humiliated and exiled?

Luan recalls what Haman said.

I thought it was nonsense and delusion.

But if you look at it now, it's not that either.

What did your brother do right after he was betrayed, and did he have this kind of power? Or was he hiding his powers a long time ago, like Haman said?

Suddenly, I wanted to test it.

Luan's eyes meet Celt's.

Their thoughts were the same because they were not the same blood family.

"I want to try it out! ’

Alan, I want to see if he has the makings of the Holy Father!

Luan, you're as good as dead.

I tried to hold on to my mother's honor and somehow unravel the curse and become a saint.

But if I couldn't, I'd have to be Allen on the same boat.

It is a way to avenge the nobles who mocked Mother for her humiliation.

"Then I will give my life to test you. Alan!

The wooden sword was injected with holy power.

Then an amazing thing happened.

Allen triggers another surprise.

The shovel that seemed to be broken became taut.

Allen flicks his wooden sword. You punch yourself in the head.

Luan falls to the ground, his eyes turning.

Allen summoned Muskets.

Alan's eyes return to look at Earl Pomorr among the nobles.

Why? Is he still obsessed with Earl Pomorgan?

Allen raises his prayer. But then again, pause and aim for the Muskets.

No casting.

Wizards need spells and mana, priests need prayer, holy power, and necromancers need life and magic.

Ignoring such processes and using magic was difficult for even the high priests.

But the seven princes did it.

No, I hung up on it, and it was just an ornamental musket. I made an attack that was powerful enough to kill.

Allen hit Earl Pomort.

Earl Pomorr survived if he didn't have enough power, and Allen tried to kill him with a shovel.

The Holy Father Celt and Luan thought at the same time as they saw him.

‘There's something. ’

‘There's something. ’

Luan is unconscious.

Celt stopped the Seven.

“Why did the prince 7 take care of Earl Pomorr? ”

At Elise's words, the Holy Father Celt bows his head and asks him.

“Elise, granddaughter of Raphael. ”

Elise looks down at him in horror.

“Yes, Holy Father. ”

The Holy Father Celt looks at Allen, who is attracted to the paladins.

“I know you were at the banquet hall. What manner of disrespect did Allen have for Earl Powell? ”

Celt hears stories from Elise at the banquet hall.

It's all used to screen old vampires.

“Do you know where Lord Haman is? ”

When I asked Raphael, he bowed his head.

“I haven't seen him since the arena. ”

Seven were taken, but I didn't see Haman defending him.

Does that mean something different?

“Archbishop.”

“Yes.”

“Will you bring Earl Pomorr? ”

“Yes?”

Rafael watches as the healers gather to heal Earl Pomorr.

Earl Pomorr staggers toward somewhere, waving his hands back to such healers.

Even though the grandson almost killed the nobleman, the sullen Celts were not embarrassed.

He said that with an indifferent expression.

“Bring him to me. ”

“What are you trying to do? ”

“Didn't your grandson hurt his face because he was rude? I want you to take care of my hand. ”

The Holy Father Celt twists his hand.

He looks loving.

But it wasn't nearly as cruel as it looked.

“I don't think I can crack open the skull, and I'm going to pour some fertility into the head of the healing car. Well, you know what? ”

The Holy Father Celt grins.

“I wonder what Allen was trying to find out. ”

Archbishop Raphael swallowed a dry saliva.

The Holy Father's smile resembles that of Prince Allen the Seven.

I couldn't figure out what the family was thinking.

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I was locked up.

This is the second time he's been in jail.

As long as this body is sinful.

By the way, the imperial palace was quiet, so Haman's work must have also ended in failure.

Well, if you can see Earl Pomorr shining his face on the battlefield, you're all set.

“Fantastic. These vampires are quick to deal with. ”

That's why you've been hiding out here.

For them, the Holy See was literally the center of an enemy camp that didn't know when they would be killed.

If you could just pick up a little bit of suspicious movement, you'd have a separate manual.

Earl Pomorr left the banquet hall, and it didn't take more than two hours for the battle to be over in the arena, but in that short amount of time he managed to defeat Prince Luan and let the other vampires escape.

No, you couldn't have escaped.

It will be enough to be trapped in a room, to leave the Imperial Palace, or to have soldiers escorted.

As Haman, you can't just kidnap, imprison, and murder nobles.

The Vampires disguised as nobles will protect the servant girls and bring the Human Soldiers forward.

They can leave after the banquet. I will be punished for attempted murder of the Earl.

If we stay like this, we'll turn everything upside down.

“I heard there was a commotion.

I turned my gaze forward.

I can see a man who is familiar with the eyes.

This person · · ·. Who was it?

I checked again in my mind and said, clapping my hands.

“Ah, the Three Princes! ”

“You should call me sir. ”

The three princes, Rupel Olfalls, frowned.

He clears his throat and smiles at me, trapped between the bars.

“What if we fight amongst good brothers? ”

“It feels good to talk. Brother.”

“It's the mood. ”

I fell on the Prince's bed.

I've been arrested for attempted murder of the Earl.

It must be nice to see the opponents shoveling as the 3rd Prince.

He is a coward.

You must be trampling on the most satisfying people since you can't stand up to the other princes.

Though, of course, I was dismissive.

By the way, this is the Crown Prince. What kind of authority do you have?

I looked at the three princes.

“Sir.”

“Yes? Why is that? ”

“Can you untie me? ”

“It's possible. But why would I? ”

Rupel rolls his mouth.

It would be better for him to keep me locked up.

“I told you before that if you did what I wanted, you would do me a favor. ”

“Yes · · · ·. ”

The third prince Rupel nodded, thinking.

“I was. But this is a different story. If I let the Earl go without killing him, I'll be blamed by His Holiness. ”

“Actually, Isn't my brother dangerous right now? ”

“Why is the First Prince suddenly coming out? ”

Apparently, Rupel hates the First Prince.

Considering that he is called the First Prince rather than the name of the older brother.

Rupel nods.

“I want to go to the hospital to say hello to the brother who insulted me. ”

“What?"

“You know my personality. When the Archbishop beat me to shame, you know what I did? ”

Rupel's eyes widen.

“Please get me out of here. Yes · · ·. ”

I laughed and said.

“Something very interesting is going to happen. ”