Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer

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In the Academy's Oval Office, I asked Rupel.

“What are you talking about? ”

Lupel sits on the couch and presses his temples together.

“The commanders were found hanging from their necks. Early morning. People say it was an angel. ”

That's not just a necromancer either.

If it were the Black Cult, it would have been a long time ago. But the Necromancers found were the priestly costumes of Aslan. They also belonged to the regular nobles.

“Who did this? ”

“Didn't you do it? And it was the Necromancer who was following you. ”

“That's not it. ”

Would you hang Necromancer's body in the square because I'm crazy?

Not the Black Cult, the nobles of Aslan.

“It's not what! Do you know how red Ambassador Hima looks? ”

The ambassador who heard the report shouted to Rupel.

- Are you mocking us? Go, hang the priests who serve the God of Death! You really want a war?

Rupel covers his face.

“Damn, that's when this happened. This wasn't my plan. What the hell happened? Alan, we should report this to the Holy Father. Neither you nor I will be able to avoid responsibility for this. ”

Rupel looks pretty confused.

This was pretty dangerous.

If I do something wrong, I'm going to be a jerk.

No, I didn't do anything!

All I did was get some skills and raid the Black Cult to comfort the people!

I sighed and asked Rupel.

“So where did the commanders strangle you? ”

* *

Me and Haman were out in the square.

He was preparing on the streets for the festival, but was interrupted by the incident.

Citizens are walking, staring at the square, and anxious.

Isn't there a war going on? ’

You said Ambassador Aslan was here. But I heard the Palace of Justice declared war on Aslan. Is it true...? ’

Aslan didn't declare war. ’

I heard a whisper in my ear.

I looked up at the central building of the square.

You see the rope cut out for disposal of the body with the blood.

In front of him, paladins are camped out and investigating.

The priests wipe off the blood and shake their heads.

I guess they didn't find out.

“... in the Great Depression. ”

After speaking with the paladin, Haman shakes his head.

“No, it can't be. I'm not going to do anything extreme to warn you about killing foreign nobles in a situation like this. ”

“Any witnesses?”

“It's not unusual. He said it came out of nowhere. But I think it's obvious. Whoever it is...”

Haman sticks his tongue out at the priests who wipe away the blood.

“It's the work of those who want to friction between Aslan and the Holy See. It must be big enough to hunt nobles, too. ”

Who the hell did this?

It's not the Apocalypse. If they had moved, they would have reported it to me.

And Aslan?

Haman said that he had the same idea.

“Maybe Aslan did this to himself? ”

“For what? ”

Of course, I was guessing about that.

There's a good reason for that.

“An excuse for war. ”

If Aslan is really going to invade the Holy See, this would be the best excuse.

“But when I postponed the ambassador's reaction, it seemed different. ”

Ambassador Aslan didn't seem to know about it either.

Above all, if it is known that the nobles have been used carelessly, there is a high probability that conflict will also arise inside Aslan.

There was no way to cause internal division before the war.

It's not the Great Depression, it's not Aslan. Then the remaining third party.

Who the hell...?

At that moment, there was a fragrance of magic.

At the same time as the strong smell of death, my whole body was overwhelmed by fear.

My back became cooler.

Someone was looking at me.

I turned my gaze towards the scent of magical power.

In an alleyway, in a dark corner, someone wears a robe.

- You noticed me?

I'm not talking to you in the flesh. The voice is ringing in my head.

You're the one who made Hummite look like this and took my men? You're...

He raises his head.

I see a white skull with a red glare.

- Angel?

"...!"

I felt suffocated.

At the same time the eyes met, the air sat down and pressured me.

I can see your face correctly. I explored his identity in my mind.

[Name: Nathus

Age:??

Characteristics: Destruction, Destruction, Curse, Dark Magic, and Command.

+ May Aslan have infinite glory...]

I took a breath.

You pull out the Muskets. You call in the blue Santa with horns scattered over the Hummites.

The author, the culprit who caused this incident!

It was also the most dangerous thing I had ever met.

A vampire, Lycan. They will be helpless in front of him.

This energy, this eerie feeling!

I feel that way when I encountered my ancestor, the Earl Vampire, who led 20,000 undead armies.

Equal to him, or more!

It's not just a skeleton mage.

Presence that is nothing compared to the skeleton.

Undead Reach!

“Guia!”

“Your Highness?”

Haman doesn't notice.

Of course I did.

He's using blocking magic.

It is also an extremely advanced magic unlike the blue Santa.

I've gathered my strength.

Crushes the skull in a single blow. Otherwise, there will be consequences.

“May your grace be upon the faithful. ”

Your strength is in the Musket.

The citizens around me stared at me in astonishment.

Haman shakes his hand.

The nearby guards have evacuated the villagers.

I even used the breath of sexual strength, prayer, and wonder.

“May your blessing pierce the evil spirit! ”

Sniper rifle, maximum output for power.

I pulled the trigger at the Undead Reach, looking at it silently, just 200 meters away. Flashes burst.

The air was pierced as it expanded.

The undead Reach raises the crude wooden staff.

Through my mind, I was able to see what the staff he was holding.

[The Staff of Amon.

Ability: Minimum Magic Power +50% to 200%, Recovery +10%, based on your criteria. 10% increase in impact on all skills.]

What? I'm sorry.

The staff is enchanted. Shields are up and colliding with christmas.

There was an explosion of magical and sexual contradiction.

People scream and run away.

The magical shield is cracked.

Christmas didn't work?

The eyes of the undead rich twist when they see it.

He staggers back.

- Is that why you're called an angel?

Shit, that was weak. One more shot. If so, you can see right through it.

I aimed at the Musket again.

- It's hard for me to deal with right now. I'll see you next time. It was...

The eyes of the Undead Reach burn red.

- I'll kill you for sure.

The undead Reach turns and leaps into the alley.

We're getting away!

See you next time? Shit, he's coming back for me.

That's pretty angry, too.

We can't afford to miss this.

I followed him down the alley.

I once again raised my prayer and injected my strength.

The Blue Santas ambush him.

I jumped up and hit him with my mannequin.

The Undead Reach has taken care of those Santas lightly.

Curse the staff with your magic.

The blue santa turns to ash, disappears and rots.

The undead rich stares at the blue santa in front of them.

Blue Santa shakes his head, ducking and reaching for his hand, grabbing his head and crushing it.

You pick up Santa's limp corpse and throw it to the others.

You climb up the wall and slap Santa on his back and forth with a cane and slap the blue Santa with your other hand to the ground.

I observed him, sharing Santa's vision of blue.

Not mediocre skills. He was good at fighting, not just magic.

Undead Reach has stopped.

Dead-end alleyways. When you look back, you see blue Santa standing on the rooftops and below.

I also entered a dead end.

You pick up a Musket and point it at him.

“Checkmate. ”

Undead Reach lifts his staff, but it's too late.

I pulled the trigger.

Christmas pierces the skull through the body of the undead rich.

Skull fractured.

Only the jawbone remained and rattled.

The undead Reach's body staggers backwards and hits the wall.

The body of the Undead Reach collapses.

"... the end?"

No, it still smells

Moreover, if it had been an Earl Vampire, it would not have ended this way.

This existence is so...!

- I'll see you later. Hey, kid.

The fingers of the undead rich move.

The bony fingers scratch the floor in the blink of an eye, drawing magic magic magic and injecting magic.

- Then I'll dissect you. I'll show you the source of its unique power.

Immediately, the undead rich and staff disappears, splitting into molecular units.

It's not extinct. It's a magic move.

Warp.

Ultra-high magic and can only be used by a handful of people on the continent.

I completed it in less than a few seconds and ran away without leaving a trace.

I gripped his teeth watching him.

God damn it!

I missed out on something I shouldn't have missed.

"Kidnapped his men" means he knows I kidnapped the Necromancer.

Then it is the Black Cult.

What? The Black Cult can attack with a pile of them, but they're no better than the Earl of Vampires?

That's bullshit.

I saw the hostile force too ridiculed.

Besides, in Aslan, do you deny their relationship?

If it really doesn't matter, it's the glory of Aslan I saw in the status window. It can't be done.

In this matter, the 'Black Pantheon’ is not a small thing.

The opponent is a Black Cult affiliated with Aslan.

The enemy was the entire southern Aslan.

* *

The basement of a mansion near Hummite.

The molecules that had been broken apart over the magic jewel on which the rune was painted are gathered.

With Amon's staff in hand, the undead Reach forms and raises its head.

The skull that had been broken was also recovered.

He gets up from his seat, but his legs twitch and twitch.

Nathus grips the reconstructed skull.

‘It was more powerful than I thought. ’

It is a simple destruction of the flesh. But I was shocked. The bullet was strong enough to make even the soul resound.

A second strike would have been dangerous.

You said you were an angel of the Holy See, and you were taming a monster like that?

“Now you show up. ”

Ambassador Hima stands blushing in front of you.

With a sword in his right hand and a staff in his left, the commanders stand beside him as if they were escorting him.

“I have something to ask you. The priests in the square, did you do all this? ”

The undead Reach ignores him and passes by.

Jaima cried out to Nathus like that.

“That's what I'm talking about! How dare you harm the name of the great Aslan? ”

Ambassador Hima grabs Nasas by the shoulders.

“And moving alone without a report. What a puppet. What a puppet. ”

Nathus shakes his hand in the air as if he had remembered something.

His hand reaches into the intangible space, and he picks up the documents from there.

Nathus glances through a piece of paper.

The ambassador approaches after Nathus ignores him.

“How dare the undead rich think of humans? I have sacrificed 100 priests to make you. I can't believe you just made that up! ”

The hyma changed it.

The Undead Reach has found one piece of data.

He narrows his eyelight as if it were interesting.

“I will report you to Aslan. Also, all your authority over the Black Pantheon is deprived. You dispose of...”

Nathus turns and grabs the ambassador by the neck and lifts him up.

“Huff, puff! ”

As the escort on either side tries to step forward, Nathus reddens his eyelight.

The commanders' bodies harden. For a moment there, my whole body was rotting and screaming.

Ambassador Hima's complexion fades as the escorts die.

I turned my gaze and looked at Nathus.

- My loyalty is not to the God of Death. The great Aslan.

“What, what? ”

- Ambassador, what have you done for Aslan's glory?

Nathus defeats the Ambassador.

You raise your staff and point it at him.

Jaima flinches back in terror while filming the buttocks.

“Now, wait, I'm an Aslan ambassador. To defy me is to defy the will of the great king, Rahamma! ”

-Lahamma has delegated all authority to me.

“What, what? ”

- I'm in command from now on.

- Once the banquet begins, tie the Three Crowns together to stop the Golden Cross from moving. I'll get rid of the troublemaker and the Hummite.

Nathus tilts his head and reaches for the staff.

- At the same time, the walls of the Divine Constabulary surrounding Aslan will collapse. 1,000 Commanders, 50,000 undead soldiers they summoned, 15,000 Aslan Elite Soldiers. 50,000 slave soldiers will attack.

Haima's eyes widen.

I knew they were planning to invade the Holy See. But it was not the scale he knew.

This was an all-out war.

The day you visited, you sacrificed two Aslan priests and a nobleman. That should be enough.

And no one knew the ins and outs of what had happened.

If anything, only Ambassadors Nastus and Hima.

If you see any leaky spots on this, you can use the Ambassador as a scapegoat.

Nathus smiles.

- So we can turn this green land into Aslan land. And, uh...

Nathus bends his eyelight like a crescent moon, looking at the data found.

- We may even possess the members of the Holy See.

The data Nathus holds contains data from the Black Cult's previous assassination quest.

- The seventh grandson of the Holy Father, Allen Olfalls.

It's about the Seven Patriarchs, Alan Olfalls.

The client is Rose Darina.

The mother of the three emperors.

It was a quest to kill a weak child with no power.

I remember it because it was really interesting.

But the results were different.

He was not a sunbird.

Powerful, and above all, his unique power was a threat to Aslan.

Ability to use command magic while using sexual strength.

who has a contradictory ability to govern life and death.

A medium that can ‘merge’ two religions into one.

Rumor has it he's...

- Angel.

He was like an angel.

Knowing the source of his power has great implications not only for Aslan, but also for the Holy Father's Law Office.

In Aslan, we needed more than anything else.