Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

Going out hunting at night with Lord. For me, I don't have to hide my strength anymore. I don't deal with forest warcraft.

Originally, I was used to the physical abilities of corpse ghosts in my nightly hunt for dietary purposes. In addition to their high physical abilities compared to the Xu, nails, and dead meat people, there is no way they have enemies if there is also a backup of loads.

Once a very horrible being, he swarms away the wolves at night and eats their flesh.

The meat was raw, but a sweet fever, not even in my lifetime's memory, passes through my throat, flaming in my body.

The hunt at night was taking off my clothes because they would be bad if my clothes were dirty, and it was necessary to be as careful as possible to get my body dirty with blood, but I am fine now.

Lord shrugged like he was impressed by me eating a corpse while I was bleeding.

"I didn't know you were going to mutate into a corpse ghost (ghoul) in just three months... Holy shit, qualities. And that's it... I didn't know you could hide it through."

"How many months did my predecessor become a corpse ghost?

"Ten months. But that's never too late either. It's too soon for you. I'm sure there's an individual difference... after all, noble blood"

Indeed, I was part of a small aristocracy that ruled the province in my lifetime.

But it wasn't a big house like the aristocracy that comes out of the story, nor was there anyone who made a particular difference in the lineage diagram.

The only thing is that the money was above average, so I appreciate that you tried to extend my life, which was invaded by incurable diseases, but I never felt anything special in my life because of the mixing of noble blood.

Crouching through the bones of the wolf at night with sharp and pointy fangs of meat, I glance at the load.

"... noble or civilian, if he dies, he's just a corpse"

".................. there is no difference. Well, fine. You would mutate into" Dark Stalker "not far from here. The reason is later, if you think about it... fine."

Lord's voice contained sounds like soliloquy.

As a result of my defiance in preparation for my death, only a small amount of information was available.

Among other things, the most important piece of information is that I don't even have a hand in the road right now.

I can't do anything now that I've been forbidden to act as an attacker or as a disadvantage, but even without it, it's impossible to cut off one hundred and twenty lives before I get an absolute order. I managed to cut two lives by accident, but after that, I wouldn't have been able to kill Lord if I hadn't been able to stop acting by order.

Lord has magic. And I don't have the means to fight it. I thought it wouldn't matter if I stopped by accident, but I was licking the sorcerer too much. I guess the reason I didn't get hit back then was simply because I couldn't have been Lord's enemy.

"Dark Stalker".

That's the subject of my mutation after The Corpse Ghost. According to the drawings, there are quite a few of the undead, but perhaps where the mutation took place, I am no match for Lord.

"... If you become a 'Dark Rover (Dark Stalker)', can you beat the Knights of the End?

"There's no way I can win. Don't even think about it. It's an abominable story, but they're specialists hunting dark families. Even third-degree knights - fight from the front and you won't be opponents. The only way to beat them in the" living dead "system... is if they can't bury them that way... from" vampires. "

Lorde comes up with the name of one of the most famous undead, far above my mutation.

I was going to become a corpse ghost and be able to defeat the beast of this forest and gain a lot of strength. But it still seemed arrogant.

The Knights of the End should be human. Like me, it's not an undead that is greatly enhanced by killing creatures.

So how did you gain so much power in a man? Lord - The Necromancer had more power than is spoken of in the Miga, but the Knights of the End also seem to have more power against it.

It's an incredible story from me, having only a body waiting to die.

And that's why you can never let those guys kill you.

If they're going to kill me - I'm going to kill them. Even if they were the object of a vision, they would be enemies if they tried to kill me.

"Don't worry. The woods are unleashed with surveillance. They're the enemies now. No matter how you possess the qualities of the King of the Dead, you are now weak. You and I have a common interest. It won't be easy."

Lord snorts and says in a voice with dark emotions.

When I struck my tongue in my heart, I stood up to finish my meal and look for new prey.

§

Lord is my enemy. The biggest enemy. For what it has absolute command, it is a more troublesome enemy than the Knights of the End, who just have to flee.

As usual, when you are returned to the basement, you are ordered 'no going out'. All I was given was an indecent reading of the Undead's drawings that prompted Lew to press charges against me.

Even if I were in Lord's shoes, I would have given the same order. Absolute command is powerful, but not invincible.

At least, it must be inconvenient for Lord to have an undead of a subordinate who resents himself. Especially since Lord's collection of books (though I can't read them) seemed like most of the magic books, it's too dangerous to give the undead who can read the letters.

But even if logic understands that it will, emotions do not tolerate the present situation.

My freedom was too restricted compared to before I was able to sneak out. I feel like I've been deprived of air.

Of course... it's much better than getting killed though.

In a basement lined up with only corpses that were forbidden to eat, I was allowed to think and exercise.

Fortunately, Lord assumes that my intelligence has been gained through a hierarchical mutation into a corpse ghost.

The worst part is - Lord didn't seal my rebellion... The load is too strong.

Too strong. How can I defeat a being with a hundred and twenty lives?

Accidental death is not even possible with that, and death due to life expectancy... would not be foreseeable.

And above all, I don't know what the Lord's purpose is.

Why, knowing my defiance, are you trying to keep hunting at night and raising me? Why aren't you trying to give strength essential 'knowledge' when you're trying to grow it?

And what the hell is a king of the dead? What are you trying to do in this forest? I asked around, but they just teased me.

He's a Necromancer. I don't know what to do, but it's not like you're going to get along with me more than you're restricting your freedom.

Lord's gaze at me was extremely cold. Perhaps the joy that you show me is not directed at my son, whom my father did well, but at the fact that his experiments are successful.

Are you going to fortify me as a subordinate and make me a powerful handkerchief? You disobeyed me?

Impossible. Lord doesn't trust me.

See the user demon placed in the corner of the room. Shining eyes stared at me inorganically. Surveillance of the load.

The Knights of the End are approaching. Whatever you do, you have to kill Lord. One hundred and twenty... I have crushed two, so I have to do something to get through the load that binds me with orders, which has one hundred and eighteen lives left.

Hold your knees and sit down in one corner with your face down. I shrugged my head. Open your eyes and stretch your thoughts.

But there was no such thing as an idea in my brain.

§

And around tasting a cramped life with no freedom at all for three days, Lord said only rarely after the hunt.

"It's the end. I want you to go to the city with me as Rue's escort."

Unexpectedly in unexpected words, unexpectedly forget and open your eyes to dissatisfaction with the present without freedom.

Lord gave me that look, wrinkled on his forehead and stroked his wand.

"The city is dangerous - but I can't go either. We have the tools to hide the darkness from them, if you behave carefully. If you cheated on me, you'd have no problem."

And I'll see a hero there. [M]

Necromancer's, undead's, natural enemies. A battle group that has long been called the strongest, boasting an overwhelming advantage over darkness.