I Was Caught up in a Hero Summoning, but That World Is at Peace

The black forest known as one of the most dangerous areas in the demon world, one of the ten magic castles under the illusion king, and Tiamato, a giant Lamia, leaned their necks against the sound of footsteps and drags.

The footprints that came towards us were not monsters. Even though it was the habitat of one of the most dangerous monsters in the demon world, there were no stupid monsters who thought about getting close to Tiamat, which was far superior.

Sometimes a demon tribe gets lost in the black forest, but the footprints you hear this time are from the back of the forest. While living in the same black forest, there is only a necromancer who has almost no interaction.

Then, as if to affirm the thought of Tiamato, a woman in a robe with a giant coffin from the depths of the forest...... Rasal Malfek, a necromancer called the Martyr of Death, walked in.

"... I'm surprised. Since when have you been out of the cave?"

"Hmm? I've seen Ramiana several times." Ah, yea... the research is done, I'm out of here. What's left in the cave, cum as you please. "

"Research? I don't know, but congratulations... is that okay?" But it's sad. What makes you sad is that this was the [first conversation] before you broke up..... "

"Huh, you must have been the Six Kings cadre?" If so, we'll meet again sometime. "

Tiamato and Rasal have the same black forest as their inner castle, but there is almost no interaction between them because Rasal was withdrawn to the cave to study whether he would go out once in a hundred years.

Two or three times, Rasal gave me something I didn't need... and I threw it away in large quantities, but there was almost no conversational conversation.

I don't think Rasal remembers Tiamato by name... Well, that rare relationship was just about living nearby, so Tiamato's habits didn't even come to mind.

"Is that so?" Instead, you remembered me as the Six Kings cadre. I'm happy and sad. maybe I could have gotten along with you... "

"I forgot my name, Na."

"... I'm sad."

"Maa, that's why." Well then, Na

"Yeah, someday or someplace."

Although natural, Rasal successfully dodged the mines and walked out of the Black Forest. After lightly seeing off Tiamato, he started singing to the graves of his family as if he had lost interest.

By the way, Tiamat is a good singer, just like a good person feels like a beautiful singing voice. However, she basically only sings songs.

That is why she has not taken part in the harmonic symphony. "I don't think that song suppression would be appropriate for that event..."

"... by the way, you've forgotten what kind of research I was doing in the end."

The northernmost part of the demon world, the land of death. Rasal walks slowly across the snow-capped earth, carrying a huge coffin. Research that has been going on for many years... produced by the "perpetual circulation of death" in the multiplication of necrophilia... resulting in the "Infinite Necrophilia".

She created the ultimate power as a necromancer. Without a corpse or a soul of the dead, she can produce deadly soldiers without limits.

Although it is not a creation of necropolis and life, Rasal entered a realm that can even be called forbidden as a necromancer.

That is why she is unusually in a good mood. Because I was convinced that I had reached a height that I could call the strongest in the world without any expense as a necromancer...

Rasal had reached the finished form he had imagined as a necromancer... What should we do next? We just need to use all the power we've gained.

"Kukukakaka! Let's start!" You must tell me, Te, the fool who calls himself King of Death. Who is truly worthy of the name of the King of Death? "

Feeling exhilarated, Rasal arrives in front of a rare castle that stands on the earth of death. And naturally put a giant coffin in front of her.

When the lid of the coffin opened, a tremendous amount of magic was unleashed, shattering the giant door.

"Ah, I'll go."

"... I'm sorry. I don't think anyone who comes in with a broken door is a good customer."

"...... Hoo"

Rasal, who had stepped into the castle, appeared before a woman in a white stiff hat...... Polaris, and Rasal raised his eyebrows slightly as if he was impressed.

(That's what this guy is about...... so you can just call yourself the king. With pure combat power, you may be slightly superior to me. It's a big deal...... Ga, there's no such thing as a difference in front of my infinite necromancer!)

Rasal, who had never seen Isis, mistook Polaris for Isis. Then, while recognizing that its strengths were comparable to or slightly above its own level, he stepped on that there was a sufficient chance of winning.

Then, I held a huge coffin in my hand and heard a clear voice at the moment when I tried to start the fight.

"... there was a loud noise... what's wrong?"

Isis-sama! It's a raid! Suddenly he broke the door, and this guy-- huh? "

It was Polaris who tried to warn Isis as he appeared... but he lost the words that reminded him of the sight in front of him. This is because the intruder, who had been completely in the mood just before the battle, was... showing off his most beautiful throne.

Lassard was shivering and sweating heavily as he rubbed his head against the ground in front of Isis and Polaris, who looked strange without knowing the situation, and who could not keep up with the change in the situation.

Is this the real King of Death?...... it's not a tightass!?)