Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

The light blinks and screams ripping silk echo through the mansion.

Involving bodies arranged on stone platforms, Lew dances the universe wide. I've never seen a person blow up. [M] That's probably a guy named Attack Magic that Lord has hardly used before.

The look on Lord's face is as usual. If I hadn't moved my eyebrows, my cheeks wouldn't have caught on, but behind those cunning eyes there was certainly a smoking fire of anger.

"Lew, you - you conspired against this me? I told you. Tell me if anything happens to the wound."

"Huh."

A fallen shock or an unanswerable lu. Step on that hand placed on the ground.

"I don't remember telling lies, etc."

Lew reported. But Lord seems to have chosen to believe me in me and Lou.

It is. He has confidence in his own Necromancer sorcery. Slave words - Slave words that haven't found much value, they won't deserve consideration. If that's ridiculous, it's even more ridiculous.

I knew it. That's why I missed it.

I was observing. [M] I've seen the sight of Lord treating Luu underneath many times.

Maybe Lou dreamed that raising the report honestly would make Lorde more flexible and better treated.

If I were Lou, I would definitely not act like that. There didn't seem to be enough despair for her to bet on such a minimal amount of hope.

Slaves are not even allowed to argue.

When Lord kicked Luu's body several times, he grabbed his neck up and followed me to my side, where there was no clutter.

Did you even cut it in your mouth, little blood Shizuku falls from Luu's dark lips. A splendid fragrance can stand from that drop for a moment, the expression is about to collapse, rushing through the faceless. Fortunately, Lord doesn't seem to be noticed concentrating on the cage of slaves.

"Hey, garbage. End of the line. What's changed? Say it again."

"Ah... ugh..."

Lord's gaze, and Lew's vain gaze pours into my scar. There was a scar there that was no different from when Lord scratched him. Though it would be a little different to be exact, Lord hasn't looked at it in that much detail.

"End. Arms up. Give me and this guy a good look at that wound."

I followed orders from myself and raised my arms. [M] The scar only lights a few candles. Under the thin darkness, it becomes dewy.

If you're a corpse ghost, you still have a clear scar that should be healing.

"Hey, Luu. I'm gonna ask you one more time. What is this scratch?

"Gu... Sir... Dear Sir, this guy... himself..."

The unturned words of the Lu Dynasty, whether because of fear or scattered. Lords look at me in a big way.

"End, come on. This guy says that you... chose to scar yourself. Come on, hey, is that-- is that the truth?

Jesus. The answer is yes. But I don't answer. [M]

Orders must be given precisely. If you want me to answer - I needed to order you to 'answer'. I don't have it. That's why I'm not obliged to answer.

It was a way out of absolute domination that was wise but thus forgiven.

Lord looked at me for a few seconds, but I guess he had already come to a conclusion in himself. I immediately returned that gaze to Luu.

Luu trembles his shoulders with a victory. Spitting and disputing with a blue look.

"Yes, sir. This is a lie."

"Come on. Lew, I didn't tell your slave... the undead are absolutely obedient to the surgeon who created them!!

Lorde laughed high and slammed down the luw he was grabbing onto the floor.

I watched with my arms up. [M] Because - you haven't been ordered to lower it. For a faithful dead meat man who can only obey orders, that is natural.

"Hmm? Did you think reporting an anomaly would improve your treatment? With your little, useless brain, you think I can fool you?

Pity, the faithful slave who told her husband about the anomaly didn't seem to be trusted by her husband, however. I guess the daily deeds say things. Or maybe it depends on my husband's character.

I wouldn't have gotten a cage if I'd kept my mouth shut, but I'm not going to pity that. Maybe it was Lew who tied me to freedom.

Is it because I... am a cruel person that I don't even hold shards of mercy?

"Ah... this guy - even before, I need a book -"

"Shut up! Raw garbage inferior to corpses!

He also found out he was reading a book. When did you find out...... but it's no surprise that Lew's job included organizing the library room so he was found out.

But it's a mistake to say it now. Lord is right - Luu seems to have only a few useless brains.

For a few minutes, only a mixed groan of people getting beat up and screaming flows. Eventually, Lorde was tired of beating him up or abandoned him to Luu, who wouldn't even move ticklishly while he lay low.

"The next time I report a falsehood - its flesh, I will splurge it alive, and engrave on its soul the pain of future immortality"

The voice was powerful. There was a sound of truth.

Necromancer. The flesh of Lew, rolling like a corpse on the ground, cramps into the words of a sorcerer who manipulates the art of blaspheming a soul that everyone hates.

Finally, Lord sees me. [M]

"End, you can put your arms down"

You can put it down. I was not obliged to obey because it was not an order, but I lay down my arms because I was a faithful dead meat man.

Lord sees it and somewhere snorts in dissatisfaction, healing my arm wounds. Perhaps you thought it was pointless anymore because you put it away for a day and there was no change. Though I can tolerate it, I was silent on the pain, so I'm relieved without putting it on my face. It is Mr. Lew.

"Lew, keep this room clean. The bodies in this room are worth more than you. I bought it for a piece of gold, more than you."

One gold coin, huh? What was my price? [M]

I've never heard of a body being bought out, but maybe it was higher than a single gold coin. It's enough to be chosen to protect the Lord from so many corpses.

Road leaves the room. Only Luu remained in the morgue.

Lew has no sign of getting up while falling into depression. Lorde did or doesn't seem to be dead. I could clearly see the slightest breath. [M]

But I'm worried. She is one of us. It's a different position, but it's like a colleague. If a colleague was down, it would be something to help.

I didn't get the order not to move, so when I stretched out a lot, I dropped my hips on Luu's side, where I lay low.

Care is also indispensable to see if Lord will not reconsider and come back. This case is due to my lack of attention. I don't tread the same.

Luu looks up. Unfocused eyes look at my face. [M]

And he wiped with his fingers the Shizuku of Lou's blood, which was dripping on the floor, and put it into his mouth, and let him lick it.

And I've never known that human beings can really look like ghosts when I'm surprised. [M]

But it's no use. Lord no longer - he didn't seem to believe much originally... but I will never believe what you say.