Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer

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After two weeks of preparation, I got into the wagon with Haman.

It's been about 10 days since I left for Humid.

Haman brings out the paperwork in a rattling wagon.

“Camouflaged identity. With the help of Lord Jennard, I created a quantum identity. It also seems that Luann has been considerate of you so that you can have a little fun. ”

Haman gave me the documents.

“Here are the transfer documents from the Academy. If you were a student, you wouldn't doubt the Black Pantheon. You were there a little while, but you were in school...”

“You did a useless thing. Students and whatnot. Once we know where they are, we'll be done. ”

I put out my tongue.

What I wanted was access rights to the library and the books of the Necromancer being managed.

Haman opens the window.

A dark path. Without Lantern, there would be no distinction.

In the meantime, you see an urban center of light far down the hill.

“We will arrive midnight. But you really don't need an escort? ”

There are currently no escorts in this wagon.

I asked Luan to set me free, even in Hummite.

“It doesn't matter. You know that. My ability.”

Haman is someone who knows my abilities. Looks like you didn't tell anyone else because your mouth was too heavy.

I was a little curious that he didn't report to the Holy Father Celt.

“Plus, it's easier when no one else is watching. ”

“But the prince's comfort...”

“Then I'll ask. The Black Cult and the Earl of the Vampires of Lonia. Who's stronger than you? ”

“... The Black Pantheon won't hurt the Earl of Vampires even if they attack as a group. ”

“Then that's it. ”

I read the document saying so.

The Holy Father himself stood up and provided the data.

Accidents committed by the Black Cult.

He committed all kinds of crimes such as demolishing villages, killing people, kidnapping children, etc.

But it's the smallest things that go all the way to the village level.

You can't even conceal the imperial palace like a vampire, but you can't shake a territory like Lycan.

After all, it was only 'Dace’.

I was surprised that these guys were even after me.

But it helped a lot.

They have considerable ‘magical knowledge’.

As they paid for their lives, they risked their lives to study magic. You will also have precious books and items.

“Haman. ’’

“Yes, Your Highness. ”

“Can I do anything for a villain? ”

The Holy Father himself authorized the Inquisitor of Ethan.

Because of his decree, there was no one to stop me without the consent of more than three Archbishops.

As a villain, no matter how I roast them or boil them, it is my heart.

“Do you know that look that resembles the Holy Father? ”

Haman looks bored on the other side.

I touched my mouth in horror.

I was smiling.

“I can't be like my grandfather."

“No, it's a plate. ”

"..."

I said, tasting my mouth again.

“But what is this? ”

I gave one of the data to Haman.

Haman took it and said,

“The Red Devil. ”

The Red Devil?

“Why not? I heard that if you have a bad child, the Red Devil will take you. ”

“Is it like a fairy tale? ”

“It does exist. He is said to be riding on a rooftop with hot beards, red clothes, and a sack on his back. ”

"..."

Isn't that just Santa?

Santa Claus kidnapped you?

Looks like something from a horror movie.

“This world is strange. Christmas is Halloween and Santa's in the spring. ”

“Actually, I'm a Black Cult worker. ”

He's created all sorts of zombies.

It is a step evolved form of ghouls and is quite skilled.

“Surprisingly strong. ”

“What if you do? ”

“Of course I win. ”

Haman proudly raises his head.

“The question is, how do we find them? They're good at hiding their wits. Even a skilled paladin can be missed if he can't see it right in front of him. ”

Is that why you use the Red Devil?

The Necromancer is what we're up against.

As a wizard, you're a parlour pusher. There's no way they're going out there by themselves.

Can you smell it, though?

Well, that might be hard, too.

The undead can smell the fragrance of vibrating magical power, but a person should check with [Siman].

I couldn't find Morgana without Siman.

People in the city cannot be seen by themselves.

Then I had to throw the bait.

“Bait... ”

We need something the corners of the room want.

Kidnapped children are between the ages of 10 and 16.

Even if you kidnap children, you can't bait them.

I blinked.

How old am I this year?

I'm 16 this year.

In that case...

“Just in case. ”

“What if there are no guards around and a 16-year-old boy standing alone? ”

Haman's eyes widen in my words.

“Wouldn't you be terribly greedy as a kidnapper? ”

I laughed real hard.

* *

It was too late at dawn to reach the city of Hummite.

I got out of the wagon in a place with no walls.

I walked the street to feel normal

It's late at night. Travelers and adventurers should be walking in the usual urban areas and bright lights should come out on the streets. But now it was unpopular and quiet.

Soldiers that look like guards are much more visible.

It was because people were reluctant to leave the streets due to the appearance of the Red Devil.

Perhaps it was because of Haman's outfit, the guards spoke to him lightly and sent him away.

As I passed through the city, I saw a wall on the street.

[Red Devil Caution! If anything happens to the children, report it to the guards immediately.]

There is a warning with a red picture.

Along with the phrase "looking for a child," there are drawings of parents struggling to make an impression.

I feel like the wallpaper is quite terrified.

I've had my fill. I looked at the phrase looking for the children in sadness and looked at the red devil again.

No matter how you look at it, it's Santa.

That body, the beard, the sack, everything.

At that moment, my nose became tingly.

I looked back.

Something is running on the roof, shining a shadow on the moonlight.

I have enhanced my eyesight with my sexual ability.

A chubby figure, a crooked mouth, and a large red hat. The Red Devil is running around with a rattling sack.

Two of those, too.

A Santa Claus that moves more nimble than a chubby body.

“Oh, my God!"

I can see it with my own eyes, but I can't see it.

A prominent red outfit. Nevertheless, I was not aware of its existence.

It seemed like 'perception’ was an impossible existence.

It's a kind of magic that conceals sight and intelligence.

Is this why you couldn't catch them?

If it wasn't for the smell, they wouldn't have found it even though they were walking around on the roof.

“Haman. ’’

“Yes."

“Hey.”

I point my finger at Santa.

Then Haman noticed.

He draws his sword.

“Notify the guards. And you catch the one. ”

“Together...”

“The safety of the people comes first. You don't believe me, do you? ”

"..."

I looked at Haman.

“I've also captured the primitive vampires and Lycans. There's no wound on a dace like that. We'll get them both. If you have a child in your sack, save it."

“I understand.”

I summoned Musket.

I strengthened my body and moved my feet.

I ran fast into the streets and got into the alley.

The user catches the target's scent out of sight.

And I looked down at the street, at the roof of the house.

Santa groans and plunges into the chimney.

“Crazy…! ”

Is that really Santa? You don't think I'm just trying to stop you from giving a gift to a good kid?

I ran straight to the house. At the same time, I brought it to life.

I kicked down the door.

I hear screams.

I took the stairs up to the second floor.

Then I looked at Santa standing in the fireplace connected to the chimney.

In his hands is a great curvature.

I bled out.

In front of him was an adult man and a woman.

A child caught in a sack is screaming and rebelling.

Even after a short while, the sound subsided.

Soundproofing magic.

Santa's gaze turned around.

A chubby cheekbone. But an ugly, crooked face.

You can see the sharp teeth between the torn branches as your eyes roll.

- Kick it, Kick it?

I tilted my head with an undead voice.

And as he bent, he rushed towards me.

Avoided the swings of Manhattan.

You bend your head and pull the trigger, pointing a Musket at his head. My head exploded.

He got down on his knees and fell forward.

“Phew..."

I took a sigh of relief and took off my sack.

A boy wept and hugged me.

“Are you okay?"

I patted the child's head and quickly blindfolded him.

I look away. I look at my dead parents.

"..."

You stand up as a zombie.

If this condition.... Revival is disabled.

I summoned a shovel from the item window, blindfolded the child.

.....

...

..

The parents died and the child burst into tears.

I covered him with mofo. Soon after, the guards came with Haman.

Looks like the other Santa Claus took care of it, too.

I was handed over two of Santa's corpses.

“Obviously...”

I looked at Santa.

Zombies you haven't seen so far are fast and powerful. There is also a special ability to completely block the mechanism.

It looks like it's made for assassination or something.

The answer was to come here.

The Necromancers know how to summon more undead.

I turned my eyes away.

The guard handed over their parents' bodies. The child burst into tears hanging from the corpse of such parents.

“What's going to happen to her? ”

“You will be sent to an orphanage. ”

I bit my lower lip without knowing it.

“... Oh, my God. Bastards. Let's get this over with. Get a report from the guards about the incident so far. ”

I'm a transfer student, but in Haman's case, I'm a paladin.

It shouldn't be that hard to get a report from the guards.

I picked up Santa's body and threw it into the item window.

It was worth studying.

The undead they used.

This time it's my turn to use it myself and give it back to them.

* *

A village on the outskirts of Hummite.

There were over a dozen golden crosses in the timbered forest.

I put on a golden armor and raised my sword.

They strike their swords at Charlotte.

Charlotte strengthened and defended herself with her stamina. You dislodge the bayonet, but you get your back kicked.

I got beaten up and bled out.

She groans.

You grip your teeth and swing your sword.

Three members of the Golden Cross fell in blood.

Another member of the Golden Cross took them and healed them.

Oskar rolls.

“Excellent! I don't know how I got these monsters from the Patriarch. ”

Charlotte sighs and looks at Oskar.

“But it's not enough. If that's all, I can't defend myself against monsters."

He gets up.

You step out with your own white, black sword.

The training intensity got worse.

During the day, I went to the Academy and studied the arts. At night, I developed my skills by fighting the Golden Cross.

On a rainy day, she vomited blood.

I stood up on the ground forcefully.

Oskar said, looking at her like that.

“Will you give up? You can leave your sword and live as a country virgin. I would be happier there. ”

“No... sir. ”

I hated it.

He has a goal.

To be strong, to protect him.

That was the driving force that drove him to move.

Oskar smiled satisfactorily.

“Yes, you should. ”

Oskar picks up the white scabbard and swings it at Charlotte.

Charlotte rushes to Oskar, dodging the sword.

Charlotte's sword slammed into Oskar's sword.

Oskar was impressed.

“You will grow. A little more, a little more for the rowdy! ”

Charlotte grips her teeth.

That's bullshit.

I don't care about the Holy Father.

There's only one thing she wants.

The one who saved his parents' funeral, the Silver Man who saved his own life.

Allen Olfalls.

I just wanted to be with him.

She grips her teeth and swings her sword.