Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

I'm used to counting numbers. Speaking of greed, I just want a watch.

But I don't know until the detailed time, but I already know the cycle of Lord Horos' day.

No, to be exact, I don't know the cycle, but I knew when Lord Horos would come to this room.

It was after Lord Horos decided to visit the morgue and stayed up late. So far, there are no exceptions.

If my count is correct, he will always visit the morgue once a day, when he stays up late, and take me hunting in the woods at night.

Afterwards, the time for hunting is not right, but before nightfall, he returns to the mansion and cleans me up at the morgue. At first he politely took me to the morgue to clean up, but when did it bother him to take me all the way, he just ordered me to go back.

He never comes here other than hunting time.

I don't know much about undead, but some of the few things I know are that I don't like the light of the sun. Perhaps that's why Lord hunts only at night.

I don't know what Lord is doing during the day. But he is an exceptional magician, but also a human being.

You don't have to get some sleep. It's not like me. Probably eating and excreting sleep I no longer need while I'm not in use.

As far as I could observe, there seemed to be only two living people in this large mansion, including the road.

It is the Lord who needs particular vigilance. Both sides need to be vigilant, but if we move carefully, we should definitely deceive those eyes.

Exit the morgue carefully so as not to make a sound softly and gaze over the stairs.

The mansion has almost nothing like lights, except inside the room. The few windows that exist are all blocked by wooden planks, and little light comes in from the outside, but everything looks as clear as day to my eyes right now.

The mansion has a lot of blind spots anyway, so you shouldn't have to worry about finding them if you proceed carefully.

Tell yourself, hold your palm, and concentrate your spirit.

I became this body and found out how my flesh was wrapped around the murmur.

Heart beat. The sound of breathing. The sensation of the body of the corpse in which they do not occur is a strange story, but hearing, vision and smell are much sharper than they were during life.

If you pay close attention, you'll even hear their breathing.

And when I took a big, deep breath in my old habits and decided to be ready, I took a step towards true freedom.

§

Explore the mansion carefully surrounded by darkness.

Whether you're looking for a study or a library, it's where there's material about my current condition.

Fortunately, I can read letters. The only pleasure for me when I fell asleep was reading.

The only language I can read is Lattice, which is the official language of the country I lived in, but that's also the language Lord used, so it shouldn't be a problem.

Anyway, whatever it is, I want information.

In the meantime, I decided to check away from the lab meshed room where Lord was always.

Unlike the mansion I used to live in in in my memory, this mansion was spared as much useless decoration as possible. If it's not carpeted or laid, the flowers will never be alive. That just gives me the impression of being somewhere inorganic.

There's nothing to absorb the sound, so if you're not careful, you're going to get footsteps.

But it should be fine if it's a little bit. In other footsteps...... because it is confusing.

When I close my eyes, I hear stiff, regular footsteps echoing. That's not one thing.

Only Lord and the other one will live in this mansion, except for the living.

Countless guards are laid in this mansion. That, too, is the guard of the dead.

This was, to say the least, the castle of Lord Horos. It is the coma castle where the king of the dead lives.

The guards of the dead have regularity in their footsteps, and they don't try to hide their footsteps, so they can clearly tell from afar. I do it from front to back.

You can't run away. When I stopped at the end of the hallway, I crouched in and hardened myself.

There is no rush. Just be prepared to run out at any time, but just wait for that time.

It was human bones stained with thin ink in the darkness, as I expected, that appeared all the way out of the darkness. The only difference between a human bone is that the human bone is wrapped in light armor that covers only the steep point, and that it is wearing a sword. And you don't have a brain or a heart, but you're moving.

The armor rubs against the bone and makes a slight scratch. That was the two of them, side by side as if blocking the hallway, walking down the hallway.

It moves without blood, flesh, or heart. Its appearance is terribly unnatural and abominable, and if I suddenly met her when I was still alive, my heart might have stopped with a shock.

It was an undead called Skeleton in Migawa. He's armed with swords and shields and armor, so shall I call him the Skeleton Knight?

For the past week or so, I have met the Skeleton Knight many times on my way to the Lord's hunt.

Once made to work together, the Skeleton Knight was agile against the appearance of bones alone, with skilled swordsmanship, and only strength and weight were beaten by me, but nothing could be done to me now.

Even if there is no pain, if you suffer physical damage, your movements will be dull. One might be able to do something about it, but if they're both at the same time, they're splitting up and it's over.

If a miracle happens and you can defeat two bodies, there's no way that's all you have to do. The evil wizard's mansion is well guarded from the outside enemy.

It is almost impossible to scratch its eyes and move down the corridor where there are always numerous skeletal knights roaming. They are not as tired or asleep as I am.

But don't worry if my imagination is right. Either way, it was destined to be certain.

The Skeleton Knight stops and immediately moves his head and looks down at me.

Try to shrink and stop the body from moving. I felt every ten seconds and every hundred seconds.

The skeleton knight had his orbit pointing this way, where nothing existed, but as soon as he turned away as he lost interest - he began to move again.

Exhale relieved by habit and relieve body stiffness.

I thought you wouldn't be attacked.

It's not like the Skeleton didn't see me. [M] A simpler story, they are - ordered not to attack me, my fellow undead.

When I first met the Skeleton Knight, Lord ordered the Skeleton Knight to pull a knife out of his mind and come at me. And ever since, they've been foolishly following that order.

I don't know if skeleton knights have intelligence like me, but from that behavior, it didn't look like they were willing. I guess they're like dolls who faithfully follow Lord's orders, even though they've attacked me despite the Lord's presence on them.

One of my advantages in this Road mansion is, ironically, that I'm his undead.

Therefore, I will not be attacked by Lord's men. The only thing I need to be aware of is someone who is definitely intelligent - Lord Himself and the other living person, and if found, only Lord Himself is deadly.

If Lord finds out I'm walking around on my own, he'll realize I don't have enough orders.

In that case, Lord must kill me or at least add orders not to move around on his own. Even if we think about the future, that's all we have to avoid.

I missed one hurdle. Stand up slowly and see if there are any signs of loading nearby again.

And I put my hand on the closest door for now.

§

One by one, open the door carefully and check inside.

Fortunately, the door basically doesn't seem locked or anything. Only Lorde's lab knew Lorde was locked up when he went out hunting every day, but I guess he's not otherwise obsessed.

It is the keyhole that exists, but it is not locked, and if you turn the knob, it opens lightly. With that said, the basement door also has a keyhole, but has never been locked.

Perhaps that's because Lord is the undisputed absolute ruler of this mansion.

There is no one in this mansion who defies Horos Carmen. All those who dwell are servants of Lord, whether they live or die. I basically don't need a key or anything.

A contraindicated Necromancer has numerous enemies, but the Skeleton Knight is responsible for external enemy measures.

We don't know the exact number, but there will be dozens of skeleton knights patrolling the mansion. The security of the skeletal knights patrolling in pairs seems a little excessive.

I don't have locking skills. If the door was locked, I would have to think of measures. Fortunately.

Apparently, many of the rooms are unused.

The undead don't use the room. I guess this mansion is too big for just two people to live in. Although not on two floors, as far as I could confirm from the outside, this mansion was of considerable size.

Most of the rooms were dusty. The furniture is all there is, but it doesn't feel like living, and even if I open the drawer on the shelf to try it out, it's empty inside. They haven't even been cleaned, and even thin dust sticks to the edges when I glance at them with my fingers.

Apparently, that servant hasn't cleaned the room. Well, it's gonna be hard to keep this big mansion all by yourself. Maybe I'm just cleaning the room I use.

Keep exploring as you push and kill the anxiety of finding nothing.

He's scissoring the basement and moving away from the lab on the road. I don't think he'll make it to the edge of a mansion like this, but I can't be alarmed.

Perhaps it would be more likely to exist near Lord's lab, as there is something like a library or study?

I think of that and stop. If I were in Lord's shoes, I'd build a library near my own room, which I could pick up.

But if you walk near the lab, there's a chance the road will find out.

There are no beds in Lord's lab. How many evil wizards will you never sleep on the floor when you go to sleep? We should move the room.

If we accidentally bowl together, we're done at that point. Miss means death or the disappearance of freedom. Taking risks is... the last thing you need.

And a few minutes walking, on the back of anxiety, I discovered a room lightly lined with bookshelves at the end of the hallway.

The room, two times bigger than the one I've seen before, is lined with huge bookshelves and full of smells of old stinking paper.

There was no one in the room quiet. The bookshelf is packed with thick books, and there is still not enough space for a pile of books.

I look at the edge of the bookshelf at my fingertips, but unlike the room I've seen so far, there's no dust. I guess the servants are coming to clean it regularly. I can't stay long.

I've always liked books. I couldn't afford to read a book just before I died, but the book has been my only friend for a long time.

Checking the back cover of the bookshelf as it floats just a little bit. And I blushed unexpectedly.

Unexpectedly, most of the books that stood side by side were written in a language different from the Lattice I know.

Maybe it's like a sorcery book? Or is it a code or something that only a Necromancer understands? I don't even know what words it was written in.

Tension dropped a little, but I quickly regain my mind.

Besides, I don't have the time to read all the books here. It might be better than too many choices.

I will keep checking the back cover. And I laid eyes on a book written in Lattice.

It's an old book. The title is "The History and Dangers of Abominable Immortal Species".

I painstakingly remove it from the bookshelf packed in a guitar and roll the page to try it out.

The first thing that came into my eyes was a line of text.

"An undead is a curse. The soul invaded by the Necromancer will be a prisoner of perpetual robbery, suffering, and the only one to be freed with an end by the holy kingdom '

I accidentally twisted my lips and laughed at the unexpected text. I feel like I've even heard a black joke.

If the undead is a curse, if now, at this moment, my soul is captive to pain, what the hell was I in my lifetime that was harder than it is now to fulfill?

That pain, the constant intense pain and hardship that afflicts the whole body, is only known to those who taste it.

Those days I wasn't even allowed to sleep because of the pain. The number of visits decreasing day by day. A feeling of powerlessness that can do nothing while knowing the impending death on the face of the white sorcerer in charge of the treatment.

Do you understand the plight of those who are unblessed by the blessed?

I can't stand being deprived of my free will, I'm not desperate for what turned into an undead.

If I had known that being undead would free me from suffering, I would have chosen that option without hesitation.

Naturally, Lord - I have no grudges against Horos Carmen either. Even if it was the result of an abomination.

This book is not helpful.

I closed the book and when I was forced to push it into the gap between the book and the book, I decided to look for a book that might be more helpful.