Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

I misjudged Lord's, old magician's caution. No, the world I know was too small.

My sources were only books. And there was no description of the magic of surveillance in that book.

But apart from knowing and doing something about it, I should have done as much as I expected. The magic used by Lord was clearly not necromancy, but there is no decision that necromancers should not use anything other than necromancy. In the first place, I have no right to complain.

The innumerable magic formations that emerged from the drawing were released from the windows and scattered in the woods at night. The only luck I had was that Lord didn't leave the mansion. But I don't think that luck will help to crack this situation down.

Lord summoned Luu and commanded the frightened slave with a sharp voice.

"Lu, feed them when they get back. Those are demons of use - my eyes, my ears, my loyal servants, more useful than you."

"Yes. Yes, I did... sir. So... what do you want me to do with the food?"

"Meat. Blood dripping, fresh, raw meat. You don't have to put your hands on it."

Lew was frightened, but I wasn't.

Eyes and ears. It sucks. I don't have the skills to scratch the eyes of countless lords and enjoy a night's walk.

Skeleton Knight, a skeleton knight roaming the mansion, was an excellent guard with no concept of fatigue, but had no wisdom to report the actions of his companions. There were no vocal cords either.

But that's not true. I made the expression eye and ear, etc., so perhaps what went into that eye and ear will be conveyed immediately to the Lord.

I can't go hunting at night in this situation - I can't. Too risky. Even now the Lord is on guard.

The hunt at night meant two things to me.

Build up strength, accelerate gradient mutations, and - diet. And now, the problem was especially with the latter.

The gradient mutation of the undead is not a simple enhancement. Sometimes there are new weaknesses.

The pros and cons are back-to-back. Corpse ghosts (ghouls) have higher physical abilities than dead meat men (fresh men), almost entirely surpassing the latter, but on the other hand, they need food to survive, unlike dead meat men.

It's not possible. I need it.

What a corpse ghost has. It's - a strong sense of hunger. It is also an intense sense of hunger that can completely blow reason away.

Perhaps that is the ultimate reason for a corpse ghost to attack a person, and why its undead was dubbed a ghost.

I tasted it at the beginning of the mutation, and it was a hell of a kind I'd never experienced in my life.

The urge to scorch the brain and shake your instincts. Thoughts were filled with the letters' I want to eat ', and everything seemed' food ', from the Lord who was in front of me, to the Lew, to the other undead at the service of Lord.

I managed to withstand the urge and sneak off to hunt at night just because I was lucky.

Barely, just a little, my desire for survival surpassed my appetite. If there had been a slight button-shake, I would have turned into a ghost dominated by appetite and never put my desire for survival above my appetite again.

The appetite of a corpse ghost is not intolerable with his guts.

I almost ran out of time, even though it was just less. In my experience, if you eat nothing, the corpse ghost's hunger reaches its limit in roughly three days.

From there on, it's a battle with reason. I had it for half a day last time. I will have that this time too.

But I lost when I fell into that state.

The power of a corpse ghost is inversely proportional to the feeling of hunger. The more I get hungry, the less and less power I have.

I don't know how far it goes down, but I won't have much time to be long.

Follow the road and hunt. I can't help it, but even in that state, if the warcraft I'm used to hunting against is my opponent, it's fine. There is also a backup.

Push and kill hunger that stings like a spark, just focus on following orders lightly.

Kill, kill, and kill a chunk of live meat in front of your eyes. I'm hungry. Blood splashes fly and warm bodies roll. But I can't get my hands on it right now.

If Lord found out that I had turned into an intelligent corpse ghost, he would shackle me. We're just lucky we're not shackled strong at this stage right now.

I had decided what to do. [M] Originally, I was going to hit my sleep for the gap while layering my hunting skills.

But the Lord is on constant alert. They're cornered.

It prevents the debris from flying in the bow, slicing the black monkey that was lurking on the tree into pieces.

The only light - a hierarchical mutation. The next time a rank mutation occurs and you're no longer a corpse ghost, you shouldn't be starving to this point. It won't be a fundamental solution to the problem, but it'll buy us some time for now.

Is that possible? The time it took for me to become a corpse ghost was about three months, much shorter than the average dead meat man's grade mutation time - six months to a year. But the next level mutation is supposed to take years.

Miracle. We need a miracle.

Deceive the hunger with thoughts, and give the flock of wolves who were surrounding them at night to the Blood Festival with a sword. So Lorde gave a surprise voice to the lid.

"... End, you, aren't you moving badly?

……

"Anything wrong? I don't see any scratches."

……

The cloudy eyes of the load detect me as if I were checking the condition of the work.

I tried for a moment, but as soon as I stood silently, I thought Lord was my fault, and I had given orders to find my next prey.

... Where did you feel uncomfortable?

I felt a frustration I couldn't tell you for a moment, but when I calm down and think about it, this one is fighting with all his hunger.

It's no wonder or anything that the Lord, who always sees my battle from nearby, feels uncomfortable. I was going to make the usual move, but I'm really in a hurry.

I just wave my weapon carelessly. Shake. Shake. Blood scatters and a drop accidentally enters your mouth.

I have never had alcohol, but intoxication may refer to a condition like this. A tremendous fever runs up his esophagus from the depths of his stomach, shaking his thoughts.

Not enough. Blood is not enough. A swollen appetite shakes reason, and his feet flutter.

"What's up!? End, what happened?

It was a move that clearly lacked glory. Lord flies a sharp voice.

A drop of blood did not satisfy the hunger at all.

No, not yet. Don't find out. I have to survive.

It has no purpose. There's no reason. I just... I want to live. Even if we were to sacrifice everything for it.

Empower Tanda without giving it a look, overriding the feeling of hunger with reason that there is nothing you can do. I can withstand the twitching and impatience of being seared by fire.

And I managed to finish the day's hunt without being suspicious.

Returning inside the mansion with Lord, Luu appeared, who usually did not pick him up or anything.

In the dark, its face, illuminated by the candlestick in its hand, is exhausted and unpleasant, but only its eyes have a glow that is different than usual.

I had a bad feeling. Luu says in a sweeping voice to the Lord, who puts his arms around the arrogant shore and looks down at the unpleasant garbage.

"Dear Sir... My words, my words, have found the right proof..."

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Appetite and desire for survival are fighting in the body. There shouldn't be any body temperature, but I felt a burning fever from inside my body.

Now I don't have time for Luu or anything, but Luu's two eyes were full of dark joy accusing me of not doing her any harm.

It was always in the basement where I was housed that Lou showed me the Lord who pushes his anger to death and me who endures hunger with all his might.

What do you mean you found it? There's no sign of me moving into the morgue. The floor was cobblestone, and I was careful not to leave as much evidence of my movements as possible.

In the first place, there's very little stuff in the room. The furniture is also only about a stone platform with shelves and corpses on it, and the corpses belong to the Lord, so I take care not to touch them.

"This way, sir..............."

Reaching the cellar, Lew trembles and heads to the shelf in an unmistakable motion.

So I finally thought of what Lew had found.

The expression intensifies. Forget your appetite for just a moment.

It was the second drawer from the bottom that Lew put his hand on. Originally in a drawer with nothing in it - now contains the undead drawings I found, dusty in Lord's library.

He hasn't been in the library since Lew accused me of the first time, but he still carried it before. It's part of the book I kept to do my reading.

To my knowledge, neither Lord nor Lew had ever touched this morgue shelf, so I was alarmed.

She knew I was reading a book, so she should have hidden the evidence at that point.

Perhaps Lew has been searching for solid evidence of my movements since he was cleared of his first charge by Lord.

I can't believe that a woman who was so tired of deceiving my eyes and doing so much is nothing but human malice.

Before the load of surprised expressions, let Lew lift the drawings of the undead.

Me and Lu are Lord's servants. Why should I suffer when I am in the same position?

My fingertips tremble pickly. I can't move. I can't move.

"Yes, how about it, sir? Here, there shouldn't have been a book. This guy, this undead, brought the book in from the library!! This man told my husband..."

Luu accuses him with a trembling voice.

When Lord received the book he was offered, he silenced to think of something for a while and said in a low voice that sounded from the bottom of hell.

"…… so where is the proof that this book is not something that was brought into your hands?

"... Huh?

I won. Apparently Lord's trust in Luu was on the bottom.

Lords drop drawings to the ground.

Originally, it was dusty in the library. I guess it's so priceless to Lord.

Lew looks up at the load with a look he doesn't know what's going on.

Lords continue in a quiet voice. The voice was not an emotional object, but therefore, I could see that Lord was genuinely angry.

"She's a tough woman... I told you. The next time I made a false report... it wasn't just that. I've been using it before, but you've avenged my gratitude."

"Oh, no, I..."

"I always thought. The art of bonding slaves is a defect. Like when I manipulate the undead, I should impose absolute obedience."

Lorde says in a cold voice to Lew, who fades and sits down with a snag. Pull a short cane out of your hips with your right hand and step closer as you stroke it with your left hand as if to be sure.

A creepy green light lights up at the end of the cane. It was the magical light of undead creation that I saw used in front of my eyes several times.

The look on Luu's face was completely drawn to regret and fear. From his hands and feet he is completely powerless, and only his eyes beg for mercy on Lord.

"Also, I'm sorry - ugh."

"Don't say anything, it's Lew. You will be reborn faithfully."

With or without, the hand with the rod of the load lifts heavily. Wrinkled and angry carved faces illuminate with green light.

Because of fear, Lew had not even been able to escape. Did you incontinence or the warm liquid spreads from the vicinity of the sitting groin?

In my heart, I thanked Lu.

Here it comes. The time has come.

Lord was turning his back on me. That consciousness is only directed towards Luu.

Push in your appetite and devour your teeth.

Soon after becoming aware, the nails of both hands stretch out quietly. It's as if the flesh is appealing to me to eat my prey.

I was sure. It's the only time.

Kill the Lord, the benefactor, and the natural enemy. Not powerful enough, but enough to kill a soft human being.

If you miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you'll never get another chance.

I don't breathe. No heartbeat either. I'm a dead man. The strength of the dead is quiet.

The flesh remembers. How to kill an organism. That's what Lord taught me so far.

Lord concentrates his spirit and squeals two or three words of magic. The wand is waved down towards a pathetic slave who is not trusted by anyone.

At that moment, I swung my fingernails down to the back of the defenseless road.