Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer

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A week since the angel woke up.

Tinya devotes herself to him.

I gave her food and helped her whenever she did something.

The angel summoned the sacred skeleton and was unable to move.

The skeletons caught him and moved on, and did what he wanted to do.

As the stiff body began to unravel, it was now simple enough to move.

However, compared to ordinary people, the discomfort was still great.

"Angel! ”

"Are you very uncomfortable? ”

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

The slave children approached him and said, circling.

He shook his hands as if he were kicking them out.

As the children do not fall, he summons the Undead.

It was a blue devil in a blue suit and hat.

A chubby servant lifts the children up and plays.

Tinya smiles softly.

It seemed like a kind gesture to take care of the children even though it was annoying.

“This is killing me! ”

He sits at the bottom of the altar.

Immersed in a pale lake of holy water, he tried to move his body little by little.

I was sweating and sweating as I was training for rehabilitation.

Tinya raises him up as he rises to her feet and howls.

I scratched my head to see if the minister who was approaching late was uncomfortable.

Tinya looks at the undead surprised.

It was because the minister acted as if he had a self.

“Give me a massage. I'm uncomfortable.”

The boy said, "You must have spoken to the servants."

Tinya told the Blue Devil, the serving horse, as an experiment.

“I'll do it. Instead, I want you to pick up the angel. ”

The blue devil nods at her words.

The Blue Devil sits down and sits him on his knees in place of a chair.

Tinya was once again surprised by that.

‘I knew it...! He's intelligent! "

I understood the words of the owner as well as the words of others.

It was different from the usual skeletons.

Tinya admires and helps him.

I patted my back and set myself free.

“Don't overdo it. We're here to help. ”

“I'll be out of here in a week, even if I say that. Get used to it."

Tinya looks at him in horror.

The boy frowned as he turned his hands to see if his shoulders were tight.

“Your shoulders are stiff. ”

Tinya slowly lowers his hand and squeezes his shoulder.

She rubs her shoulders and struggles to stay calm, opening her mouth.

“If you go out... You're abandoning us? ”

“As I said before, I'm not an angel. A mere mortal.”

That was unbelievable.

It is because mere mortals will not only kill the messenger, but also perform a miracle to save hundreds of slaves.

But an angel like that would abandon his slaves?

Did I do something wrong?

“Well, what did we do wrong? ”

“There is no such thing. I'm just curious because you're so good at it. ”

The boy's words silence Tinya.

Again, the angel has not yet trusted himself.

It must be the lack of faith and the lack of it!

“Please don't abandon us. I will make this right! ”

“That's not it. ”

The boy looked at Tinya and said,

“You said you don't know the outside world. I just want to know what's out there. ”

The boy is right.

Tinya is unaware of the current situation in Aslan.

After being enslaved, contact with the outside world was lost.

I killed the commanders I came for, so I had no way of knowing.

“There's only one way to find out what's going on out there. Going out in person. I'm sorry, but let's get some help. Prepare water and food. ”

“It's not that hard. But…”

If the angels leave, what will the rest of us do?

Damon intervenes when Tinya is confused.

“Then may we join you? ”

The boy looked at Damon.

Damon smiles lovingly.

“We can't stay here long either. Thanks to you, water comes out, plants start to grow, but it's impossible to live in silence. The commanders came to us a week ago. We can't think of it as safe anymore. ”

“You want me to take all of you? ”

The boy looked around.

More than 700 people are enslaved.

Drifting around with them was a suicide.

“No, that's not it. I would like to accompany only myself and Tinya. And we want to find the right land and make it their home. And if the angel thinks we're a nuisance...”

Damon lowers his head.

“I don't care if you throw it away then. ”

The boy put out his tongue.

I couldn't refuse because I had help.

“Well, it doesn't matter if you're on your way at the right time. What are you gonna do? ”

Tinya nods in surprise.

“Yes! With an angel…! ”

That said, the boy had a taste for it.

* *

There was no information from the Black Cult Temple.

It was because there were slaves with all kinds of jobs, but they were all cut off from the outside.

In fact, it was somewhat anticipated.

Ambassador Aslan takes you hostage, and Nathus warps.

By that time Chaos' plan would have been in motion, and Aslan's army would have moved on.

Then the result is one of three.

A war would have occurred in the Holy Land due to the collapse of the border region, or vice versa, in the territory of Aslan because the border region could not be penetrated.

Or me and my brother are in the middle of a hostage negotiation.

I craved my thoughts and drank water out of the cistern.

Sun came down.

The ground is parched, and a sandstorm blows over and frowns.

Aslan territory was a land of death with seven talents of parched land and three talents of desert.

It was a place that specialized in collecting magic rather than collecting sexual strength or Mana.

“How much farther do I have to go to get to a town or city? ”

Been wandering the wasteland on camels for a week now.

I was exhausted.

“We don't know exactly where this place is...”

“I'm sorry.”

Damon shakes his head. Tinya apologizes with her ears hanging low.

I've tasted better.

I couldn't blame them for being dragged here without knowing the location of the temple.

I walked, walked and walked the rough ground.

It was hot as well as low heat. When the skin touched the sunlight, it was hot as if it was burning.

On the contrary, the night was full of cold air and the breath was cold enough to flow out of my mouth.

“I think I know why Aslan wants the Holy See. ”

They would have wanted the Blue Earth.

A land of choice, warm by day and cool by night.

Screams echo through the dunes of sand as the wind blows.

“What?”

Tinya flinches and listens.

“It's a person.”

Tinya, reflexively speaking, covers her mouth.

“I'm sorry, angel. ”

“I don't care if it's easy for you to say. ”

“But...”

“That's more convenient. And people?”

“Yes."

Tinya nods. I closed my eyes with my hands to my ears.

“Humans and Orcs. I'm fighting.”

Though the sound of the sand breeze sounded like there were various sounds, Tinya, who possessed the characteristics of the Elves, heard it clearly.

I looked at Damon.

“What are the chances of finding a nearby town or city? ”

“I don't think we're going to make it. We're running out of water and food, so we should return to the temple and return. ”

Damon looks at Tinya's direction.

“But it would be different if people knew the town and the city. ”

I thought about it.

It's because I have nothing good to do with the enemy Aslan people for no reason.

But, um...

“Okay, let's go. ”

I couldn't stop time like this.

I played the camel's harp.

You climb up the hill and look down.

Forty Orcs fought on a desolate land, 20 seen as mercenaries and merchants.

Up to 2 m in height had brown skin, saggy muscles.

Apart from the cloth covering the important area, there were all the bones or clubs of wood in the hand.

One of the mercenaries falls out after swinging a bony club.

“Brown Orc! ”

Damon yells in surprise and looks at me.

“Among Orcs. It may not be more than a Red Orc, but it's pretty vicious. ”

“Really?"

I stopped trying to summon the Musket.

This is Aslan.

This is where command magic is legalized.

Nor was anyone else seen as a commander.

Which means...

“You can cheer up all you want, right? ”

Mercenaries, anyway.

I will not feel the sacred power separately, even if there is, they cannot threaten me and will not believe me even if I tell others.

You may want to look at their reactions in advance and deal with them.

I summoned the dead.

* *

“I'm going to die. I'm gonna die!”

Hans, an alchemist who makes potions and other magic tools, looked around his head.

The mercenaries are escorting camels and wagons.

Orcs swarm from the hills.

At first 20, but as the battle grew longer, it grew to 30 and 40.

There are more Orcs than the Orcs you killed.

“It's over. It's over! ”

“Stop talking nonsense! ”

The mercenary insulted him as his employer.

But they will know.

If you get caught by a Brown Orc, a Desert Orc, you won't survive.

Orcs come from far away, even when they hear the sound of battle.

Hungry they will run, surrounded, and attack until the prey is exhausted.

“You're an alchemist! Anything? Magic bombs, that kind of thing! ”

The mercenary leader, Kessle, cried out.

“W-wait a minute! ”

Hans searches the cart. He pulls out a round, sparkly crystal.

“Here, here's one! ”

“What is that! ”

“Poisoned Crystal! Weapon that explodes when Mana Magic Power is inserted. So…”

Hans pushes out the crystal ball and the mercenaries shout.

“There's no way we can use our magic! ”

A group of mercenaries who barely make it to second-class. Of course, there was no way that Manana could use magic.

Hans injects Mana directly into the crystal sphere, as if he couldn't.

The crystal ball trembled.

Hans' face brightens as the object works properly.

As soon as you try to throw it to the Orcs, the axe flies and cuts off his hand.

“Huh?"

The crystal ball fell on the floor. After a small vibration, the crystal ball explodes.

The poison spreads around you.

“Aaahhhh!”

“I can't see, I can't see! ”

Hans squeezes his severed right hand and screams. Some of the mercenaries have been struck by poison bombs and are struggling with pain.

“Damn it...! This is why we shouldn't be escorting alchemists. Treasure Mountain! You're going to die! ”

As he shouted, there was an Orc rushing towards him.

When I saw the big club, I couldn't wait for the case to be defenseless.

At that moment, the roaring orc is pierced by flashes.

The case stares at the orc with a large hole in its body, startled.

The Orc tilts his head.

He tucks his finger into his pierced body, and soon his eyes fall over.

The case pierces the orc and gazes at the arrow in the ground.

It disappears with a slow spray of light, like an arrow made of magic.

Case looks back.

In a sandstorm, ghosts of a woman with a transparent body are lined up.

“Banshee?”

Ghosts singing sadness, banzas.

As the banshees breathe into their hands, arrows appear in their hands.

You bowed and aimed at the Orcs.

“Why is Banshee here? ”

There must be a commander!

The mercenaries turn their heads in a dazzled talk.

The Orcs stopped fighting and turned their gaze and looked up at the hill.

Out of the harsh sandstorm, creatures glow in silver.

Huff.

A skeleton army with shields and weapons in its hands, wearing full body armor that doesn't suit the barren lands and deserts.

The army of the dead marches together.

I walked out of the desert and lit up my blue eyes.

They approach slowly and stand in front of the orcs.

I stared at the Orcs like they were oppressing each other.

“Skeleton... is that right? ”

Case was impressed.

I feel different.

Every soldier of the dead feels like a strong warrior.

I stared at the dead like the brown Orcs wouldn't budge, but the rough sandstorm stunned my eyes.

And...

“Waaaahhhh!”

An Orc who wanted to be pushed off the ship screams.

Immediately, the orc's throat is slit.

As the Orc falls to its knees, the dead scream with their mouths open.

You howl ferociously, your jaw dropping.

- Kuooooooooooo!

Orcs flinch at him.

“Lauraviva!"

Orcs speak an unknown language and point to the dead.

More Orcs have come from the hills.

More than 50 Orcs came running, more than 30 skeletons looking at them and 10 banshees in combat posture.

They collided.

The skeleton dodges the Orcs' weapons, lowers its waist, and cuts their bodies with a sword.

I kicked it with my foot and shot it down the window.

You push it with your shield and bash Mace's head in.

The banshee shoot arrows flying between them.

An army of dead men slaughtered the Orcs with overwhelming force.

“Oh my…! ”

Case doubted his eyes.

The Orcs start to flee in terror without destroying even a single undead.

Banshees shoot arrows as if they wouldn't let go of the Orcs. The skeletons snatch the camel's high spikes and catch up with them.

“Do you even know how to ride? ”

Case looks surprised.

Meanwhile, Hans, an alchemist, shines his eyes.

He mutters dazed, staring at the skeletons.

“The undead with the sacred power! Who the hell...? ”

At that time, the sand winds slowly diminished.

In the meantime, three camel riders came walking.

The skeletons begin to kneel as if they were serving them.

Standing at the forefront is a young boy in robes. Next to him is a middle-aged man who appears to be an attendant.

The other was a small elf.

Since he was an Aslan who treated Demihumans as slaves, Case thought of him as a nobleman with Elven slavery.

He scrambles to his knees and bows.

“Greetings to the High Priest who worships the God of Death! We also thank you for saving the humble servants!"

A creature that summoned many powerful dead. Such a figure was likely to be at least a nobleman with a name or the son of Jehu who rules over Aslan.

Case chose to greet the mercenaries for their actions rather than heal their wounds or colleagues.

Aslan nobles are authoritative. I don't know what to do if I hate you.

Hans knew it too, but didn't say hello.

An undead who deals with sacred forces never seen before. And I switched to the three in front of me controlling it.

His eyes were filled with the greed of discovery.

He looked straight at the three of them, wondering if he had forgotten even the pain in one arm that had already disappeared.

“Hey, what's your name? ”

Hans asked before even stating his name.

It was also a deceptive attitude towards the commanders.

Case freaked out, grabbed his head and tried to make him duck.

“Allen.”

The boy said.

“I'm Allen. ”

Case and Hans stare at him in horror.

In the sandstorm, the boy with the undead stands tall and speaks.