Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer

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Tinya was King Lahamma's 30th child.

He was also a child born for ‘experimentation’ rather than love.

- It's a girl.

Lahamma, sitting on the throne, frowns and looks down at Tinya.

Almost 20 years after my child was born, I've only seen Tinya now.

A girl with slow growth due to the nature of the Elves. Seeing such a Tinya, Rahamma shakes her head.

It was quite disappointing.

- So, what about the command?

He was not interested in his daughter.

A child born to experiment in the first place.

In terms of being a woman, I was excluded from being enslaved by the blood of Elves as well as without a heir.

In commanding magic that uses lifespan, the long life of an Elf would be a truly good weapon.

He inherited the blood of Lahamma, the most powerful magical king of all time, and his talents are proven as well.

But, um...

- You suck!

Tinya flinches in a furious voice.

She looks up at Rahamma between the ten scaletons summoned by the commander.

His face is distorted.

It was anger.

- You're worse than a common commander. Are you sure this is my blood?

- Wh-what do you mean? Look, it's 10 bucks!

Damon, the commander who was serving Tinya, surrounds her.

- Summons 12 Skeletons, also known as Common Command. But this is all I have left of my son!

- Elf blood flows from Tinya. Of course, growth is slow. Ha, but as soon as you grow up...

How much longer do we have to wait, 10 years, 20 years? Don't be ridiculous. We need weapons to invade the Holy See.

Rahamma was the most ambitious of Aslan's kings.

He wanted the green earth, and he also wanted to leave behind the greatest achievement in history.

For such a man, the child was merely a tool to offer his place as king.

- I don't need this kind of slavery. Throw it away! If the Empress sees these two women, she will react weakly.

- I see...!

Damon looks at Tinya with surprised eyes.

Rahamma shoved her tongue at Damon's reaction.

- I needed a healthy, long-lived slave. Send him to the Black Cult. It'll be a good experiment. Be their prey, or be a great magical ingredient.

- Nonsense. That can't be...!

- Also, Damon, it's your responsibility not to tame the Elves. Destroy both magical powers and enslave them. Just as Nathus has something to do, sacrifice it for Aslan.

Lahamma indifferently said to look at Tinya.

- That's for Aslan. Be honored. Dark Elves.

He was the first father I met, but he didn't even mention his daughter's name until the end.

That's what Tinya remembers of King Lahamma.

* *

“Tinya... Tinya? ”

Tinya opens her eyes slowly.

In a dark, confined room, she lies on the bed and sees a man looking down at her.

He looks mid-50s.

He was a man who made a good impression on his head.

It was Damon who had been taking care of her since birth.

“Get up. You need to be ready. ”

“Okay. Thanks for waking me up. ”

At Damon's words, Tinya smiles softly.

She got up from her seat.

Slaves enter her chamber.

They wipe Tinya's body with a towel. Damon combs her hair.

Tinya dressed in the neatest clothes placed in the Black Cult Temple.

She wears a long robe that is attracted to the floor, and with a crude cane, she takes a step.

After opening the visit, she sees a wide hole in her eyes.

The rooms are arranged from the first floor to the third floor, and the interior of the temple is a prison from the fourth to tenth floor.

The bottom is reminiscent of the lake, which is high in holy water, and the plants start to grow around it.

The young slaves jump into the holy water and find Tinya, surprised.

“Princess!”

“Princess, this...! ”

Some of the children gave her flowers.

“Thank you.”

Tinya stroked their heads.

The other slaves carried the holy water in buckets and headed somewhere.

In the central hall of such a temple is a large altar.

Early in the morning, the freed slaves were lively.

The watch commanders were also dead, so they were able to get out of prison and walk around freely.

Above all, painful diseases are cured, and food is stored to some extent in the Temple.

Life was not difficult because slaves had different jobs.

The barren ground also grew with plants that were deeply rooted because of the holy water. The soil began to be oily enough to grow crops.

“Gather round, everyone. It's time to pray! ”

The slaves are gathered at Damon's word.

Slaves in robes used by the Black Cult. They are gathered in front of the altar and praying.

“Tinya, pray...”

Tinya nods.

She climbs up the stairs.

She climbs up to the altar and sees a boy sitting on a poorly constructed wooden throne.

He has the skull of Amon on his head, and the grimoire on his knees.

The staff is leaning against the throne.

A sleeping boy with his head turned sideways.

And the children who were slaves for such a boy put flowers around them.

Tinya smiles softly and prays to him.

It has been three months since the Black Pantheon disappeared.

The angel who killed the Grim Reaper is still not waking up.

Damon examined his body and said it was quite weak.

It's a form of sexual exhaustion, usually to the point of death or death in humans.

- But an angel would tell a different story. Look, he's weak, but he's recovering his stamina. I think I just fell asleep for a minute.

Thinking back at Damon's words, Tinya looks up at the boy after finishing her prayers.

I was wearing the skull of a mountain goat, like the devil's symbol, but I felt more familiar than terrified because of the flower ornament above my head.

“I hope you wake up. ”

Tinya placed flowers from the children on the skull.

Watching him from behind, Damon smiles with a happy smile.

He looked at his hand.

‘My body has recovered. Yeah, this could be a miracle. But...

A change occurred to his body that had lost its magical power.

He glances at his staff and slams it to the ground.

The power spread out as it gathered.

"..."

Damon forgot what to say.

He was the one who lost his magic and became obsessed. Then he became able to use his power.

I originally tried to regain my magical power, but it was not magical power that filled my body one day.

'... I don't think so. All I know is command and dark magic, but suddenly they're sexual. ’

The Necromancer has turned into a priest.

No matter how much he converted, it didn't make sense that he had a completely different contradictory power.

The same is true of Tinya.

It was a strange feeling.

"But..."

I was able to live thanks to an angel.

I also did not want myself or Tinya to become a slave and live for the rest of my life as an experiment.

It would be nice to live a quiet and peaceful life here.

Or else...

Damon looks at the boy who's asleep.

He has eyes.

A boy who owns three of Amon's artifacts.

No, an archangel who looks like a boy.

If he really is a God-born son, and he's smart enough to save Tinya.

‘Tinya can be king. ’

Damon smiles at you.

He was a kid who grew up changing diapers from childhood. Seeing such a child, the nobles looked down on everyone, not tied to their identity, but even blasphemy.

Tinya came all this way after enduring such a shame.

Everyone who looked down on her had a chance to get revenge.

Damon's body was troubled by the joy that a child like his own daughter could ascend to the throne.

He clears his throat and approaches Tinya.

“Here you go. It's time for dinner. ”

* *

It was a dark night when the moon was up.

Some walk the barren earth on camels.

“It's a long way. ”

“Is that it? The Black Cult stronghold. ”

In the sandstorm, the masked commanders look away.

There is a large temple from afar.

They were informants from Aslan.

Aslan used Rich Nassaus to invade the Holy See.

I planned to trap Oskar and turn him into a hostage.

'... the problem is that Narcissus has since disappeared. We've lost all contact with the Black Pantheon. ’

A month after the annihilation of even the armies of Aslan on the border, the advance of the Holy See began.

There was enough excuses.

Stored video crystal spheres were found in the palace of the three princes, and the appearance of Aslan holding the prince hostage was well known.

This also caused internal division in Aslan.

It is known that he plans to invade the Holy See at the expense of nobles.

And for the past two months, the Pentagon has been relentlessly destroying Aslan.

His Holiness Celt stepped forward and 11 Empress and King Lahamma faced his Holiness Celt, except Gallas, to stop him.

The emperor and his wives barely stopped Celt.

Many times.

Aslan has gradually fallen due to the ever-growing defeat.

As the current Aslan, there was no way to defeat the Holy See.

Many cities have already been burned.

King Lahamma also realized the seriousness of the situation.

He sent several communications to Narsus through Jeonseo-gu, but the answer was silent.

I had no choice but to send my informant here.

Placed in the middle of a desolate land, it only took a month to rush here.

‘No matter how much I kept the Black Pantheon a secret, I had no choice. ’

Above all, this is what happens when you leave your work to the undead rich.

“You don't think Oskar's alive? ”

"... and then we die. ”

The commanders hold fast, swallowing dry saliva.

They head for the Temple of Narsus.

* *

"Tinya, Tinya! ”

After waking up, Tinya looks at Damon.

“Here they come. The commanders are coming! ”

Tinya is surprised at what she says.

“Are they…? Suddenly why!”

In a certain way, it was obvious.

Rather, it was strange that I had not been here for three months.

Probably a scout sent to investigate this place.

“Shh. They're already in. Be quiet... be quiet. ”

“What about you?”

“... I think it's too late. ”

Tinya's face pales.

She rushes out for a visit. Her ears hear footsteps.

She hides herself in a boulder right near it.

The commanders enter with torches.

They look inside the broken temple.

“That's awful. I wish it were that crazy.... ”

“Is this... holy water? Is there a lake full of holy water? ”

They wander around. You raise the torch as if investigating.

Hmph!

Seeing the occasional slaves, the commanders' taste buds.

The absence of the commanders, and the release of the slaves, means that Nathus failed to kill Oskar.

What about the princes who would have held him hostage? Apparently, he ran away.

“Did you really get hit by Oskar? ”

“Rich is no big deal. ”

“You said you had a thousand slaves, and that was a waste of time. ”

The commanders put their tongues to rest.

Some of them climb onto the altar.

“That one?”

I found the throne on the altar and a boy sleeping there.

Their eyes widen.

The skull on the sleeping boy's head, the book on the side of his knee, and the cane beside the throne were known to them.

“Oh, my God! These are relics! ”

“They belong to Commander King Amon as well. ”

“I never thought I'd actually see an artifact I'd only seen in a book! You're not a forgery, are you?”

The commanders reach out to the boy with surprised eyes.

At that time, there was someone in front of them.

“Don't touch the angel's stuff with your filthy hands! ”

Dark Elves and Tinya run behind the boy and intercept him.

The commanders who saw her frown.

“Slavery?”

“Dark Elves. ”

“He's just a kid. Never mind. Slaves won't be able to do magic. ”

As they ignore it again, Tinya frowns.

“My name is Tinya Aslan. Daughter of King Lahamma! ”

"...!"

"I command you as the Princess of Aslan. Stand down now! ”

This time, the Necromancers reacted.

They face each other and look back at Tinya.

“What?"

“I'll say it again. Fall on the angel right now...”

The commanders look up at Tinya and raise their mouths.

“Oh, right. This bitch...”

“Abandoned daughter? ’ ’

“Hahaha! What, really an abandoned daughter? King Lahamma's...? ”

The commanders burst into laughter.

Tinya looks at them with a stiff face.

“Well, Lahamma had a strange hobby. A hobby of using xenophobes to experiment on their children. ”

“Ignore it. Nothing good can come from touching it. She's powerless anyway. Our mission is to report on this place. And…"

Their gaze turned towards the artifact that the boy had.

“... taking things here. ”

“Go, how dare you ignore me! ”

“In the beginning, there are hundreds of children of Demihumans born to the king. And you know what they do for a living. ”

"..."

“So move. ”

They reach out.

At that moment, Tinya grabs her staff and slaps.

“I told you not to touch the angel! ”

The runes are engraved on the altar.

The roots of the trees around the altar rise and reach the Necromancers, but they swing their wands and simply stop them.

“You little shit! And you, angel? I see why King Rahamma abandoned you. ”

“Wait, what was that? Did you use magic? Weren't you forced into slavery? ”

“... before that, I felt the power. ”

The Necromancers stick out their tongues.

“You can't call this kid an angel. What do you mean," sexual strength "? You're crazy! ”

The Necromancers summon the skeletons with a swing of their staff.

“Just as there are still slaves here, I take them with me. I also give this bitch to Lahamma. ”

“I wonder if I can get a test subject named Dark Elf with powers. ”

The commanders smile.

As Tinya steps back, her face turns pale, she hears a strange voice behind her.

“It's noisy. ”

Tinya shakes her head in surprise.

The boy on the throne.

Through the eyeholes of the skull that were so large that it was loose, I remembered the eyes of the boy who had fallen asleep.

“Who is the angel? ”

A low voice rang out in the temple.

The slaves who heard it come out of the darkness.

Damon, who is preparing for the ambush as he watches the situation, is surprised and his eyes widen.

The boy who fell asleep on the throne.

Allen Olfalls, the Seven Patriarchs of the Holy See.

In three months, he finally opened his eyes.