Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

"End, follow me"

Lord commands short and leaves a room like a lab. I followed in silence. [M]

The body moves. My hand, my leg, moves exactly as I thought. How many years has it been since I've walked decently...

A painless body was a strange comfort. I don't feel real anywhere... it's like I'm even dreaming.

When I left the room, the load stopped on my lid and looked back at me. My golden eyes look at me as if they see through everything.

"Hmm... the word - sounds like it makes sense. It's not like we can't talk about language orders."

……

Language orders... incomprehensible?

I don't know what you're talking about. But soon after my consciousness returned, I remember my flesh moving in preference to Lord's words over my thoughts.

That's - that's not good. There was no room for defiance. It's a lethal sensation that even I can understand in an instant when I don't know what's going on.

I have heard that necromancers freely manipulate the living dead. I am the same doll for Lord. [M]

Lord keeps his silence. When he nods to me satisfied for some reason, he walks out again. I'll follow you, too.

Outside the room was a passage that was no different from the mansion I lived in. There are no lights, no strange pressures.

Honestly, I don't know what it is.

How could I be resurrected, where am I, and what can I be made to do? Reasons, history, and the future. You didn't save me from pain.

But there's only one thing I know.

What we need to do now is not ask Lord or run away. It's about figuring out the situation.

Fortunately, I was only good at thinking. The only thing I was allowed to think about in my lifetime, when I was fighting death moaning in pain on my bed.

I haven't changed much from the situation now, but compared to those days, it just seems better for me to have no pain.

A few minutes to follow the road, we descended the stone staircase and it was in the basement that we reached it. Open a large metal door and the load goes inside.

It was a large room that I didn't think was underground.

Unexpectedly speaking up, swallowing with a rind. What was lined up there - were countless bodies. Several are put to sleep on stone platforms arranged at equal intervals. Unlike me, there's no sign of movement.

This is the first time I've seen a body. Maybe I should be afraid, but for some reason I was surprised, but I didn't feel afraid.

"Stay in this room until I give you my orders."

When Lord exhaled a white breath from his mouth, he turned a cold glance at me and gave me a short order.

§

The footsteps of the road keep away. I set aside some time after it completely disappeared and I moved out.

First check the movement of the body. Extend your arms wide and let your legs hang out.

There was nothing left of the pain that had plagued me over the years. Whether you're shaking your arms, moving your head, stretching your spine or jumping lightly, you're incredibly comfortable. I want to dream.

I accidentally wanted to laugh, but I just kept it quiet without speaking up. This place is underground. I don't think Lord will ever come back after some noise, but I don't know anything about the situation. I want to be mindful.

The room Lord left me in was like a spiritual peace room. No, rather than a spiritual peace chamber - shall I say a library of materials for a necromancer?

On the lined table lies the true truth, about five human corpses. Age ranges from mid-teens to thirties, with most men of gender. I'm dressed properly and I don't see any damage to my appearance, but I'm not livid about its appearance.

I was surprised when I first walked into the room, but there's nothing to say about time passing. My whole life I was like half a corpse, and I actually (probably) died once.

Maybe some of these guys will be my colleagues. I even come up with the idea of not having that kind of other love.

The spiritual peace chamber was a simple structure. The door is one, with the exception of the platform on which the body is to be mounted, the furniture has only a large shelf installed on the wall. The surrounding walls are like stone and a light tap returns a hard feel.

The habitability was apparently higher in my room, so I decided to check the shelves.

I need some information now.

Open the drawer carefully. It wasn't locked.

Apparently, Mage (Lord) Horos does not envisage that the dead in this room will move freely.

…………

The first drawer that opened in a whim was empty. The second and third are empty. The fourth one contained some unobtrusive fang-like objects, but it did not help explain the current situation.

The fifth one is empty, and the sixth one has about a dozen bottles of liquid. The seventh one is also empty, disappointingly when I open the last drawer, I unwittingly open my eyes to what was inside.

"You have something good..."

Speak out unexpectedly. The plundered voice echoes into the quiet room of the dead.

Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've had a voice. And it still doesn't hurt to speak up.

It's great that there's no pain. I feel like singing in my nose, too, and take out what was inside.

What was inside was a square mirror. Wipe the cloudy surface with clothes and peek inside.

It was me as I remember it.

Skinny cheeks on the thin appearance of the line, the eyes are swollen, and only the hairstyle is tidied from the memorable blush.

Probably fixed it up for looks after I died, thank goodness.

I looked in the mirror for a while and was immersed in emotion, but carefully put the mirror back in the drawer.

Turns out I'm me. I'm afraid I couldn't find anything else, but that's all I need now.

Check the morgue around and finally head to the only door in this room.

The load wasn't locked when I left the room. I was making my ears clear, so I'm pretty sure.

Gently head in front of the door to avoid making footsteps.

I don't know the structure of the mansion. I don't even know what's going on. But there's too little information in this room.

I... I don't know anything. I want to know about this mansion, and about Necromancer magic. What the hell have I become?

Unlike in life, you have a body that moves freely.

Necromancers are evil beings. Not very much, but I didn't feel like trusting you. Then you should do what you can.

Grip the brass knob and turn slowly, taking care not to make any noise.

With my nervousness behind my back, the knob turned lightly. It still doesn't look locked.

Slowly open the metal door with your ears against the door. There is no sound. It's a complete silence where you can't even hear the sound of your own heart, blood flowing.

While relieved, gently push the door to see what's going on outside.

…………

The door is already about to open. It's only a few millimeters, but it also has a gap. But no matter how much you push, it won't open any further.

Stiff......? Keys? No, no. Observe, but it's not locked, and there's no sign of it being fixed with something.

Press flat. Push across the body. Try to push.

And - I noticed.

The shock ran as if lightning had struck the brain. Power falls out of his legs and sits on the spot.

The door is made of metal. It would weigh a lot. But not the weight. It's not a matter of weight.

Again, gently put your hands on the door, which already has a few millimetres of clearance. And once I trembled, I decided to be ready and pushed the door with all my strength.

I pushed it - it was supposed to.

My hand wasn't moving either. [M] No matter how much effort I put into it, it didn't go any further.

The words that Lord hung upon his departure pass the back of his brain.

"Wait in this room until I give you my orders."

Yes. Probably not 'stiff'. I haven't been able to push.

My flesh takes precedence over my will over Lord's command. Just after I woke up, like when I followed that order and knelt.

Something cold goes over my spine. Thoughts don't work well. I push the door desperately with my trembling hands, but my emotions and my body can't move.

I meant to understand. But I guess that was just 'gonna'.

I open my eyes and shake my shoulders. The emotions that gushed out of his chest were neither fear nor consternation.

Anger. It's been a really long time since I've had such intense emotions. At that time, for the first time, I learned that people had strong expressions when they were angry.

I don't cry out loud. You won't lose me. Just keep it inside your chest.

I thought I was free. I got a body that didn't hurt, could fly or jump, and it was on top of me. I thought I could do anything with this flesh that could move normally.

But no. I haven't changed anything. Better than the old days? This is outrageous.

In my lifetime, constant pain ran across my body, I couldn't help myself in my hands or feet, and I could only indulge in thought as if to mislead that pain. No, I wasn't even able to focus that well.

But at least - no one else took control of my body.

Ask for directions. Lord is, in a way, the benefactor of my life. Even if the other person was an evil sorcerer, it's not a rash to cooperate.

But this is unforgivable.

I don't know what Lord Horos meant to revive me, but I can't just allow him to take my right to life.

That was a surprisingly hot emotion myself. Apparently, I was so prepared - I didn't want to die.

And now I don't want to let go of The Second Raw, which I'm lucky enough to get.

Yes. Whatever means were used.

I tried to take a big, deep breath, and there I realized I wasn't breathing. Put your hands on your chest, but don't feel the heartbeat.

What kind of idiot is that? So I finally realized that I had become an unforgivable person.

The body moves. There is no pain. But he's not alive. It's just moving.

Speaking of which, when I got here, Lord's breath was white. There are no signs that the bodies in line are rotten either. Yes, it must be cold in here. But I'm not feeling the cold. Some of the senses are gone.

In the first place, it's a room with no windows and no lights, but the situation indoors looks clear.

I... have changed. Maybe it's also because you don't feel afraid of this situation where corpses line up?

I think about that for a moment, but I immediately shake my head to the side.

Good. Conscious. I can think. I'm... I'm here. You can experience the raw life that was so burning.

I was a sick man. It was also, so to speak, a 'living man who could die', who could not stand off the hospital bed over the years and could only endure the unexplained pain that plagued his whole body all the time. That just became the 'living dead'.

If so - you should accept it. Even if it becomes a being belonging to the darkness, such a thing is no big deal compared to ending life without finding any meaning.

When I stood up, I glanced at the slightly open door and shut it quietly. The door that didn't move so much goes back to where it was.

There was no surprise. After all, it's Lord's orders. Is a compulsory order that exceeds my will the privilege of the one who aroused the dead?

But there must be a hole. Absolutely.

Lord was the first to say. "We can't talk about language orders that don't go through," he said. That means that the dead who aroused it, like me, 'could not possibly pass the command by language'.

Whatever - survive. Gather information. Somehow, I need information to escape Lord's rule.

I know too little about things. [M] About Necromancer magic, about this mansion, and even about myself, who has changed.

Now is the time to gather information. Hold still and brush your teeth.

Waiting was second only to thinking. It may have made sense even in my lifetime, when I thought that would help me from now on, that I would just endure it.

When I regained my temper, I stood where Lord freed me and looked forward.

Stop your body as it is and count the numbers in your head.

I didn't feel drowsy, tired, hungry. I can't dry my eyes without closing my eyelids.

Just staring in front of you, once in a while, without any emotions, counting the numbers. While pretending to be just a corpse, similar to the dead lined up around you.

§

The next time Lord came to the room, he counted a little 20,000.

Lorde, dressed in a long, pitch-black robe, checked with me generally unchanged from the time he left the room and offered me something.

"Take it"

What was offered was the first of its kind, which was about a meter long. The broad blade of blunt had blood creeping against the surface, but it looks strangely and oddly brilliant.

I'll take it as I'm told. I unwittingly flutter at the sloppy, vicious weight of being taken by my entire body.

And Lorde looked at me with both hands, and he rang his nose, and said, Apparently no discomfort has been felt.

"Do a commissioning. Follow me."