Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer

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The heat of the citizens in Hummite has risen.

After the parade, various sports began.

The students who had learned magic had spectacular organs, and the swordsmen had a duel while everyone was watching.

Citizens also participated in competitions and won prizes.

Citizens enjoyed such festivals and had fun forgetting their anxiety about the war.

Looking at him, Charlotte turned her head.

Sitting on the bench to participate in the match, she sees a large box next to her.

It was a gift from Oskar through Haman.

Charlotte sits on a bench and opens a large box. Her eyes widen.

A white women's armor.

It contains a sheet of gold wrapped around the chest and a garment made of monster hide.

Armor that is made with the utmost efficiency in mind.

Haman approaches her, looking at it.

“A dwarven armor made in the lands of Hilda. As soon as I met you, the Holy Father ordered me to make it."

“Such a precious thing...”

Charlotte touched her armor.

“That's how much the Patriarch thinks you're a valuable talent. ”

"..."

As Charlotte, it was difficult.

It's not the Pantheon she serves.

Haman opened his mouth because he knew what she was thinking.

“They know what you're trying to do. So don't feel burdened. ”

“Thank you."

“... even though I advise you already outrank me. ”

Charlotte smiles bitterly and says:

“May I try it on? ”

“There is a waiting room nearby. Change there. I'll show it to the prince later. He will be pleased."

A smile spread over Charlotte's mouth.

Charlotte flashes a heavy box and takes a light step toward the waiting room.

Haman smiles bitterly at his appearance.

The boss is a girl much younger than herself.

I didn't really care about that, but the problem was Charlotte's identity.

There is no turning back.

If this is known, we can destroy the three tribes with the sin of deceiving the emperor.

Haman has a forehead.

"If His Holiness knew about Charlotte, I wouldn't be here. ’

It was Haman who decided to keep it a secret to the grave.

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Citizens burst into laughter.

Attendees in the marathon groan and run down the street.

One of them stops running weary.

“Oh, I give up! I can't do it anymore. Phew...”

I sat on the floor with a cheerful expression that did not match the forfeit.

After wiping off the sweat on his body, he turns his gaze and tilts his head.

“Huh…? ”

You see a large beast in the alleyway.

There are lions and sheep. Next to him you see men wearing black robes that look like trainers, with whips and sticks.

What, did they invite a circus group?

Who the hell is this? Even if it's tamed, what are we supposed to do if we let the beast out on the streets?

But it looks strange.

A sheep's head rests on the lion's body. There's a snake's tail.

Citizens were flabbergasted and looked at the bizarre creature, "Chimera" opened his mouth.

And... he ran up to a man and bit him on the head.

The scream echoes.

Everyone ran away.

The trainers in the middle of the chimera.

Necromancers in robes lift their heads, to be exact.

“... is just the beginning. ”

“Chaos Plan. ”

“Fear, chaos, chaos in the city as much as possible...! ”

The Necromancers pick up and slam the staff that draws its magical power.

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7 The princes, Allen and Rufel, had their faces hardened.

Oskar's eyes widen in surprise.

All the nobles in the banquet hall were flabbergasted and scratched their ears.

The voice that resounded in my head, not in the flesh, could not be determined where it was.

But the smell alone turns Alan's head.

The front yard of the mansion.

Undead Rich and the Necromancers around him, robed through the front door, are on their way in.

Rich and Nathus turn their eyes red with their heads tilted with a cane.

Ridiculous.

What kind of confidence do you have to be so bold about coming in?

As they appear, the Golden Cross raises its hand to the sword. I watched the situation without Oskar's orders.

The reason they came in so confidently was because they decided they were willing to talk.

“Rich.”

“Undead...! ”

The banquet hall became loud.

The nobles take a step back.

You roll your eyes at the entrance as if you were trying to escape.

Then Necromancers swoop in from inside the mansion, wondering where they broke in.

“Quiet, everyone! ”

The nobles keep their mouths shut as they point at the staff.

Oskar frowns and turns his head, and Ambassador Hima holds a dagger to Rupel's throat.

Also, the servant beside Rufel's mother, Rose, hides behind her in dismay.

Unlike the pale, weary nobles, a deep smile was drawn on Rose's lips.

“Everybody freeze. If you want to save the Crown Prince, stay calm! ”

Oskar tilts his head.

I did not judge the situation.

The Black Cult. But they are holding Rupel hostage, who may be known as an inside man.

What happened to him? Don't you think that Rupel and Aslan have a relationship in common?

No, it's not.

This is just theater. It's absurd.

Are you trying to stop the Golden Cross with a hostage?

Oskar shakes his head.

Well, if Rupel was a hostage, Oskar wouldn't be able to move.

But that's before treason.

With Oskar now, it's irrelevant to hit Rupel in the neck in an emergency.

The Golden Cross glances at Oskar as if seeking his command.

Oskar was thinking about it.

The Holy Father said.

‘I don't care if my arms and legs disappear if I'm alive. ’

So, um...

Oskar grabs the handle of the sword.

Let's keep him alive for now. He doesn't care if we cut off his arm or leg.

The Golden Cross draws its sword accordingly.

Lupel and Ambassador Hima harden, startled and flawed.

“I told you not to move! You need to stay here. Otherwise...! ”

Oskar smiled and said:

“Stay calm? You sound ridiculous. Are you pointing a dagger at the prince's neck? This is a clear ‘declaration of war’. And there are a lot of witnesses...”

Oskar points to the wizards in the center of the ballroom.

“This scene is all being saved. Do you know what that means? ”

Oskar smiles.

In this situation, it is not Aslan, but the Holy Law.

Because they made an excuse for themselves!

“An excuse for war. Thank you.This will give us a chance to fight you again. ”

Ambassador Hima is sweating cold.

The opposing Pokémon seems to enjoy the situation.

What is it? Why are you so relaxed? Is he bluffing?

Ambassador Hima opened his mouth.

“... Haha, what nonsense. You killed our nobles first. ”

“You don't have any proof of that, do you? Above all, when I postpone this situation, it looks like you did it. If you try to start a war with the nobles inside, it won't be easy for you Aslan either. Do you want an internal fission?

“You have nothing to worry about. That's what the Black Cult did. As a result of this, the Black Pantheon will disappear. There won't be any survivors here either. I'll kill every last one of them. That's what's left of the video. That's what we get for disposal. ”

“Huh! It sounds like you can kill me. ”

- There's nothing you can do.

Oskar looks away.

Rich, Nathus raises his staff.

He smiles.

And, uh...

Different places tell different stories.

Immediately, the staff drops down.

The whole banquet hall trembled.

The runner is engraved with a circular figure.

Oskar's eyes widen.

Warp magic?

“Oops…! ”

It is also the highest level of warp magic surrounding the entire mansion.

No one on the continent can wield warp magic of this magnitude.

And yet it can be triggered...?

Sacrifice!

They use sacrifices to trigger the Forced Warp.

- I'll invite you to Aslan. Oskar, I'll see if you're still alive there.

Nathus draws on the magic.

Oskar draws his sword.

At that moment, Oskar turns his head to the posture he feels next to him.

7 holds a Musket that you do not know where Prince Allen came from.

I could see the power of the Holy Spirit pouring into it.

“Your Highness?”

Then he aimed for Lupel and Ambassador Hima.

“Wait, I told you not to move! ”

“Oh, Alan...?"

Lupel's face turned pale.

“What are you doing! Turn the gun around...”

Ambassador Hima and Rufel's face stiffened.

There is no hesitation in Allen's eyes.

He'll pull the trigger.

Don't tell me you want to penetrate yourself!

“You crazy...! ”

Ambassador Hima twisted reflexively.

Allen pulls the trigger without hesitation.

Christmas penetrated Rupel's body. And pierced the shoulders of the High Priestess.

The hyma ambassador, who held the magic, vomited blood.

At that moment, Oskar moves. You grab Rupel by the neck and pull him hard.

“Your Highness, get out of here...! ”

Alan immediately switched targets.

Nathus glances at Allen, his eyes wide open.

I never thought I'd pull the trigger with the hostages.

Most importantly, those bullets are dangerous.

- God damn it!

The massive warp enchantment has not yet been completed. However, if you wait this long, you will be wiped out before you can build a warp.

- Doesn't matter.

His mission is to tie the feet of the Golden Cross as much as possible.

We can use it to allow Aslan invasion and breach the walls!

I was wondering where the coordinates were going because the warp wasn't complete.

- All gone.

Nathus slaps the staff.

At the same time, his skull was pierced and broken.

Immediately, the runner engraved on the mansion was triggered.

All life on it was broken down into molecular units.

“Damn it...! ”

Oskar, who knew the principle of warp, hurriedly gripped Rufel. Then I reached out and tried to catch the Seven.

Incomplete warp is dangerous.

No one knows if they'll bounce off somewhere.

If it comes into contact with the body, even if it is caught by the Warp Gate, it can fall together.

At least protecting the Crown Prince...!

But it split into molecular pieces from the tip of Oskar's finger.

Thanks to you, the hand that almost grabbed Alan disappeared.

“Your Highness!”

Alan turns his head to look at Oskar, watching his body disappear.

“Careful. I don't know where to bounce off to...! ”

Oscar, who was with Rupel, is gone.

Alan also lost his sight for the last time.

And, uh...

When Alan woke up, it was a completely different space.

His body, which had been broken into molecules, was restored to its original form.

He looks away.

It is a dark place where you see the stench of foul blood and souls groaning in agony.

Dozens of Necromancers are dying, dying on an altar painted with a large enchantment.

A warp gate made of 30 sacrifices.

Alan looks away from the altar.

Hundreds of Necromancers were growing up with sticks, and thousands of slaves were also locked up in prison with their hands full. Alan mutters to himself with a stiff face.

“Where am I? ”

-... you little shit!

Alan turns his head.

Immediately next to him, pieces of the Undead Rich Nathus and the ambassador of the Hima gather to form.

They must have arrived late.

“Aaaargh! Dammit... dammit! ”

The Hima ambassador was screamed out by the christmas who had been through his shoulder.

Necromancers are dragging that line and treating it.

Nathus has recovered his skull.

He glances at the High Priestess and looks at Allen.

- You're insane, even though your brother's being held hostage, and you want to kill him with the Ambassador. Did you really want to be a saint?

“Nothing's going to kill you anyway. Besides, I don't want to do a headache like that. ”

A bullet with healing magic.

At least you won't die unless you're a magician.

“But where am I? ”

You think there's a place like this in the Holy See? That's ridiculous.

How big are these guys? Or is it that the Department of Justice is incapable of knowing an organization of this size?

The question of Allen, Nathus, washed it clean.

- This is the home of the Black Pantheon, southeast of Aslan.

At that point, Alan looks around in surprise.

High quality Necromancers are gathered.

There are also thousands of slaves locked up in iron bars for them.

- Thirty Necromancers sacrificed for this plan.

Nathus shudders.

- Not only Hummite, but our plan to bring Oskar in here and kill him. And you screwed this up?

Nathus raises his staff in fury.

- Years of preparations have gone by. Because of you!

Nathus said, blushing his eyelight.

- After this, I'm gonna rip you to shreds. Allen Olfalls! I will have your power!

Allen listens to Nathus and looks around.

A temple that does not let in a single light.

There are a lot of Necromancers out there.

"Even though I rode the warp, I was summoned here alone!" ’

Only he was summoned here.

What are the odds of that?

What happened to you? You won't have to worry about being with Oskar, but it's okay to assume this place is in the middle of an enemy if it's Aslan. Above all, the opponent seems to be prepared to kill Oskar.

Alan looks at Nathus.

The staff he's holding. And there are a lot of Necromancers here.

You dissected it to determine its source of power?

Nathus was wrong.

It will be the opposite.

“... but you know what? ”

Alan pulls Amon's skull out of the Item Window.

The opposing Pokémon are ready to face the strongest of the Holy See.

“I'm not the one getting ripped open and dissected...”

Then this side should do everything in its power.

“... that you will be. ”

Amon's skull was worn on his head. Another item brings out the grimoire that Commander King Amon used.

The face of Nathus and the Necromancers who saw it hardened.

They know what Allen is carrying.

“I am an army. ”

Allen glances at Nathus with his skull on, smiling.

“... heir to Gaia. ”