Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer

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Festivals remind me of things.

As soon as spring comes, I can think of flowers or open performances first.

Next is delicious food and seasonal specialties.

This is a minefield. Moreover, I thought that since there are Dwarves called Blacksmiths' Fairies, I would sell souvenirs for them.

“Nothing. I don't want anything! ”

None of the things I wanted were one.

First, Luan said:

There's plenty to eat there.

But the market is closed. Not even popular.

That's a lie.

He said he had a lot to see.

Definitely a lot to see.

Hilda's castle is littered with stuffed animals.

It's also Lycan stuffed.

Said there were a lot of pretty girls.

It will fit.

There were many beautiful women around the village.

It's just that everyone goes into the house and locks the door tightly.

I heard there's a game to hunt.

Obviously it was there.

You can see the green robes and the green masked crosses carrying zombies through the window blades.

Oh, now I get it.

The festival that Luan spoke of.

It's a blood festival.

It's also a feast to hunt the Undead!

“Son of a bitch! ”

Luan, this guy saved my life and fucked me over.

No, sir. Where in heaven and earth is a man who sends his only brother to the Festival of Blood?

I was at the balcony on the top floor, in the citadel of Hilda.

I sat at the table, wrapped my head around it, and looked down.

The undead beast is here. There is a book with information about the Lycans.

[They are not like the Vampires. Human zombies evolved and were restored by existing egos and intelligence to create corrupt beings, but Lycans · ·.]

The Lycan appears to have evolved from a zombie beast that has absorbed its magical power for a long time.

It is a half-breed beast undead that gains intelligence and has the most outstanding physical ability.

“You don't think there's some kind of monster evolution, do you? ”

I looked it up just in case, but I couldn't find anything about it.

I heard it only appears in myths and legends.

I looked at the Lycan book.

“Still easier to deal with than a vampire? ”

[Lycan is the ideal ‘pet’ for a vampire. Since beasts evolved in the first place, vampires often tame them through ‘magic.’]

According to the book, Lycans can use magic. It is a level that enhances your physical abilities, not magic.

As a simple animal, even the level of intelligence can barely master human language.

“It will be harder than I thought. They can't use magic, but their physical abilities outperform their vampire. ”

I turned my eyes away.

Hilda smiles and shakes her wine.

I frowned, looking at Hilda.

“I guess the bloodlines of the rowdy don't knock. ”

“I'm sorry. I have someone I'd like you to meet. ”

Hilda looks back.

Behind Hilda stands a little dwarf.

One head is smaller than me, who is not yet an adult.

You see a flaccid body spreading out to the side, muscles well clenched.

Rich beard and middle-aged face go well together.

When I saw him, I was amazed.

“Dwarves!”

“I am Bellogue, the blacksmith who made a contract with the Great Depression. ”

The dwarf bows his head lightly.

The two of them approached the table where I was sitting.

Put up the wine glass and pour the wine.

“I hear you're looking for what you need. ”

Me and the two men slammed into each other's cups.

I came for supplies and now I have to hunt. We'd better get out of here as soon as possible.

“We need a defensive weapon. ”

I drank wine with a fat expression.

“And I'm leaving immediately. ”

Hilda looks surprised.

“I thought you were here to help. ”

You want my help?

It was I who was surprised at him.

“Who says that? “

“Halla, hmm, the Holy Father and his brother Luan wrote me that letter. ”

“... a goddamn anarchist. ”

These guys are dying to eat me.

“I'm here to enjoy the festival, not hunt Lycans. I will leave the Red Cross if you wish. ”

“Is that so? Too bad. I was supposed to be at the festival next week, but they got fierce and canceled. ”

There must have been a festival.

“You didn't cheat 100%. ”

“Don't blame it on me. They're gonna want to see your talent. ”

Hilda smiles bitterly and says:

“He's a different brother, but I don't want to put you in danger either. The fortress is safe. Stay here. I'll get you some armor. ”

Hilda looks at the dwarf.

The dwarf bellogue opens its mouth as if awaiting.

“Your Highness, is there a primary weapon you can use? ”

“Nothing special, but I recently used a shovel. ”

“Shovels · · · ·. You mean it?”

The dwarf frowns.

“I just don't have the right weapon. I was betrayed and shoveled for half a year. I've handled swords and spears, but they're ugly. ”

“May I see your hands? ”

I reached out my hand.

The dwarf bellogue carefully examines his hands.

“Clearly you're not familiar with armor. ”

The dwarf bellogue looks back at Hilda with an embarrassing look on his face.

Bellogue asked me again.

“Shovels can be used for many purposes, but they are less useful in combat. There's nothing you can do to make it. Hmm."

The dwarf bellogue ponders.

“I mean, don't you just need to find the right weapon? ”

Hilda picked up the wine and filled the glass I was holding. Then I told Bellogue, the dwarf.

“Clean up the training ground for me. I've been wanting to fight my brother for a long time. ”

“I don't want to. ”

Dalian was enough in the imperial palace. I don't want to come all the way here.

Hilda smiled at my words.

“Don't worry. I don't intend to make you as fierce as Luan's brother. ”

“... ”

“I'm literally checking for the armor that fits you. ”

Hilda raises her glass.

I clapped my tongue against the cup.

“I'm here to rest. ”

“Or I'll just defend myself. ”

“Well, in that case, ”

Hilda drank wine to her satisfaction.

The bellogue next to you cautiously talks to him.

“Hilda, if you drink like that, too. ”

“Well, what do you think? I met her after five years. ”

Hilda stands up, saying so.

“You must be warm, too. Let's have a duel. ”

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The training ground was inside the fortress.

The Mining District of the Holy Land and the best armory have all sorts of military machinery decorated on the edges.

Hilda picked up and threw things that fit my body.

“One other brother, I couldn't care less about you. ”

Spears, Maces, Swords, Daggers, Maces, Chains, Gauntlets, and finally Shovels.

You look down at the weapons on the ground and look at Hilda.

“By the way, this is the first time I've seen you since Ulicia's funeral. ”

The dwarves approach me.

Hilda won't attack, but she's wearing leather armor as formal as a duel.

“I was young at the time, and I didn't care because I inherited the Hilda territory. When the rumors of the Mangani spread, I thought that the good child had changed so much. ”

She speaks purposefully, placing a pole around her.

A wooden duel spear.

“But now I see that's not it either. I don't know what happened to you after you were betrayed, but the way things turned out, you must have been horrified. ”

She took a breath and looked at me.

“If I hadn't come here like this, I wouldn't have had time to see you either. I'm sorry."

Hilda grabs the spear, apologizing.

“Mother, you will not be pleased, but I will take care of you here, as I am your brother and sister. ”

I smiled bitterly at Hilda's words.

The first impression of the Holy Father, Celtic, was ignorance. Luan's first impression was hatred.

But I felt as considerate as Hilda.

Even in the Holy Father, there was a figure who took care of the Seven.

“Come on, come on. Let's learn the armor that fits your hand. ”

I picked up the sword at first.

I looked at Hilda.

A man of outstanding spear.

Even if I carry the sword, I won't be able to reach her.

I grabbed the sword and swung it at her.

Hilda's spear snaps out the sword and simply bounces off.

“Next.”

Raise the spear. Bounce it off, too.

Mace, Mace, Chain and Weapons.

The last shovel bounces off.

At the edge of the training ground, the dwarves look at it and write something down on the paper.

Hilda looks at the dwarves.

The dwarves shake their heads.

Hilda grabbed the spear and told me.

“Again. Let's start from the beginning. ”

How many hours has it been?

“That's enough! ”

I'm exhausted and reach for the floor of the training ground.

I breathed out a rough breath.

I saw Hilda smiling, crouching in front of my eyes.

“Good work.”

“... unfair. Some people fall tired, others don't sweat a drop. ”

“It's only natural that I train every time. ”

Hilda stands up.

The dwarves approach as they turn their heads.

“All armor has the same level. Something doesn't seem to have a distinctive talent. ”

“Shovels have a somewhat high level of proficiency, but are not suitable for combat moves. ”

“Everything is somewhat low. This is a familiar move in practice, but your physical ability is too low. It's hard to tell. ”

“I see.”

Hilda's got a chin.

“I have low physical ability. ”

Hilda glanced at me.

“Then we'll just have to lift the body. ”

“No more training. ”

Hilda's training will not be just a level of exercise. The paladins in the Imperial Court must have experienced extreme training in pursuit of action.

This is extreme training, such as breaking bones and breaking tendons.

That training is not enough for me who came here to rest.

Hilda looked down at me, thinking about it, and she opened her mouth.

“Allen, I hear you know how to use wonder. Ability is probably reinforcing the very essence of armor. ”

“How did you know? ”

“There are artisans here. People who read and judge reports about you. ”

The dwarves empower your neck.

“Let's make use of it and learn the right weapon for you. ”

“Do you do it again? ”

“It's not easy to find a weapon that fits your hand in a day or two. ”

Hilda says I have a forehead.

I fought Hilda for a week. The Dwarves observed Hilda and me like that.

I fainted a few times.

What has happened has not succeeded in a single attack.

Luanna's body decays, and her movements are slow, but Hilda is a natural born fighter.

As strong as hunting Lycans by yourself, even if it is a creature.

I'm tired of sitting on the floor.

The dwarves shake their heads.

“My physical ability is too low. This is hard to judge. ”

“Is that so?"

I put out my tongue.

The flesh of a jackal. And a priest, a Necromancer.

Unlike monsters who have been trained since childhood, my physical ability and response rate at their standards will seem very low.

“Of course, Alan. ”

“...? ”

“Next time, use your power. ”

“Your qualifications? ”

“I've heard that magic has a special talent. You know you can strengthen your body with sexual strength. ”

“That's right. But I've never used it properly. ”

I nodded.

In fact, I hardly remember raising my physical ability.

“Then strengthen your next battle. Try some sneakers.It won't work at first, of course. But if you have the talent, you have the potential. ”

At that, I nodded.

That night, I studied magic books in the library in the fortress with Hilda's permission.

The main thing I looked at was body strengthening.

At that time, there was someone who was talking to me.

“Your Highness?”

It was Elise.

She came here with the Archbishop, and every day she was stuck in the library studying magic.

I turned my gaze and looked behind her.

Fortunately, no sign of Archbishop Raphael.

She has a stiff face with a lantern.

Scared face.

Maybe you haven't forgotten the old days.

I may have resurrected Luan and gained the Patriarch's trust, but for her, I will only appear to be the villain who tried to pillage her.

Her gaze turned to the book I was holding.

His frightened expression disappears like a lie, and his eyes are filled with curiosity.

“Don't mind me. I'll take care of it. ”

When I looked at the book as saying that, she carefully bites the book wide open.

“Are you studying body strengthening magic? ”

At her words, I tilted my head.

Night falls, morning comes.

As usual, the battle with Hilda began.

Dwarves check as usual. I also prepared towels and water to drink.

I expected I would faint.

By the time the dwarves turn their eyes to look at Hilda, the battle had begun.

And · · ·.

“...! ”

At the beginning, everyone's eyes widened.

Hilda and I were surprised and had no choice but to keep our mouths shut.

When my weapon struck Hilda's spear, the Swiss Spear shattered.