Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

The city of destination, as Cenli put it, was not a single smaller city than Semesera and Engay.

On a stone building, a road surface with soil peeled out. The number of carriages and the number of people is clearly less than that of Semesela, and there is some calm air all over the city surrounded by dim darkness.

After all, there was a ditch in front of the gate and the water was flowing, but the flow was almost stopped if it was not well maintained, and it could be crossed with little effect.

Nice city. The number of mercenaries is small, but there are not enough people to make lurking difficult. Also, just a light glance seems to have a minimal range of stores. It might not be a bad idea to stay for a while without a chaser.

Oh, if only the shadow amulet hadn't even been broken... I could have relaxed.

Quickly, the centipede caught my eye on the stall.

She was resting on my back while she was on the move, but her complexion didn't look very good because of her fatigue so far in the forcible army. Probably the best cause was through the woods without a lot of preparation.

I'm acting unnoticed, but I can tell by the smell.

I've annoyed her so far. I asked Cenri to do the replenishment at Semesera. I wanted to, but there aren't many stores open until night.

"Cenli, you should rest a little. If we get this far, it's not gonna be that easy to find, is it?

"End, if you don't get it right... I can't rest. I think you're a little out of your mind these days."

Cenri's voice was somewhere embarrassing.

That sounds terrible. Think back on your recent actions for a while.

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"Oh, I'm sorry. Look, it's the first time I've had someone to forgive me."

"... yes................ What about Mr. Lew?

"I wonder if Lou feels a little different again. Because she wasn't... strong"

If Lew had survived, he wouldn't have been able to relax so far. That seems free to do, but I don't rely on you as a partner.

Stop looking around and follow the centipede. That back is incredibly small.

"Let's stay in this city for a little while. If you pull into the inn, you don't have to worry about finding out who you are. Unless the End Knight comes to this city or something."

"But..."

"It's okay, I'll take care of it for what it's worth. Cenri told me... just like he did. I like to move my body."

Cenri had a stray. But I guess I still have a consciousness that I'm not feeling well enough.

Even for me, it's very difficult to fall on a centipede. I am well aware that humans are not that sturdy.

She is luxurious. I am trained, but if I hug, I will be soft, and if I do not have blessings, I will not be able to fight my dark family. I've been relying so far, but it's about time I reversed my position a little bit.

Either way, I needed to take a break somewhere.

Cenri sighed small, smiling just a little troubled.

".................. ok. But being a grown-up?

"I know. What do you think I am..."

No matter how much I do, I don't leave the centipede and look around the city. No matter how appealing the whole city is, it's important to be discreet.

Because that's how we've survived so far.

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Take an intermediate level of accommodation, as in the case of Semesera. Two similar single rooms. Apparently, the jewels on the road have become quite a lot of money to dispose of in a hurry, and we'll be able to live for a while.

It's already midnight, so get Cenri ready to rest soon.

Perhaps what accounts for a large extent as a factor in her being ill is lack of sleep and the breakdown of rhythm in her body. Humans are creatures who act during the day, and they need a lot of sleep.

Cenri worked while I was asleep, and she was almost awake while I was awake. No matter how many end knights fall ill with this, naturally.

In the future, I miss her a little, but maybe I should let her sleep at night.

It's a new feeling to be on the side of being used to being nursed.

Singing his nose, he receives a meal and transports it to Cenri's room. The innkeeper didn't say anything, but what do we look like when the two of us come to the inn and take two rooms? You wouldn't look like a traveler, a pedestrian, and a mercenary.

When I come to the front of the room, I stop in front of Cenli's room.

Vampires are cursed not to enter the room unless invited. This would be the strangest cons a vampire has ever received.

A true vampire cannot break into another's house. Being inferior, I think I can break in if I can, but I feel terribly bad about it.

I don't know what the hell you're judging, but this curse is pretty strict. Accommodations, shops, etc. can enter without permission at the time of opening, because they invite customers, but not at the time of closing.

For inns with lots of rooms, you can enter the lobby, dining room, etc., but not the rooms. Perhaps you have the permission of the guests who are taking that room, one room at a time.

Because of this curse, vampires cannot sneak into the room and breathe the blood of their landlords. Whether the window is open, there is a chimney that can break in, or a clean virgin in the room exposes herself to defenselessness in bed, she will never enter the room. Vampires are fair monsters in that sense.

Well, so far, I'm not going to break into someone else's room and sip blood, so it hasn't been a weakness, but eventually it'll come when it's a big shackle.

But leave it alone, I was coming up with a way to make the most of the curse the other way around.

Hold a basin with dishes and gaze at thin wooden doors.

I haven't knocked yet, but I didn't feel bad. It makes me happy with that fact.

I don't have the keys. In other words, this is proof to the left that I am not an intruder for Cenri and that I am accepted. It is a sign of trust.

If Cenri had been hostile to me, she would have felt very bad about the curse because there was no way she would have allowed me to break into the room.

That was more than proof that Cenri wasn't hostile to me at least at the moment.

If I had the ability to be misty, I wouldn't blame you for breaking into my room from a keyhole.

Oh, what a comfort it feels like to be accepted. For the sake of this confirmation only, I have rented two rooms this time.

When I was lost in emotion, I heard the key turn and the door opened.

After bathing, Cenri, who changed into a room and removed her glasses, looked at me with an eyebrow and surprise.

"Stop, don't even knock, what are you doing?

"No, I was going to do it now."

".................. well, fine. It could also be blamed for stopping in the hallway. Come in."

Senri sighed small and expressly invited me into the room.

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While Cenri was resting, I decided to read the book all the time in my room.

There was as much to do as there was to be done. I couldn't go out and hunt like I did when I was in the mansion, but I needed to help.

Not spending time in Cenri's room looking at her sleeping face is because of her hard work. The winding air of the undead, the original enemy, is probably eroding Cenri's spirit unconsciously. It may mean little to the extent that we've separated one wall, but it should be better than none.

And of course, it makes sense to stop people wanting to suck a little blood while they're watching Cenri's sleeping face.

Loading is the only undead drawing I've brought from Lord's Mansion, an introduction to unattributed magic that Cenri bought me.

I didn't know that the magic used by the Wizard was divided into attributes.

To a large extent, five attributes exist: fire, water, tree, gold, and earth, which are determined by people to be born good at, and thereby also determine the magic that can be used. Whatever has the magic of fire cannot use the magic of water, and vice versa, and there are very rarely privileged patterns that are born with the powerful magic of multiple attributes, and such people become magicians.

The Wizard who struck me with the arrow of fire must be the Wizard who contains the Fire attribute.

So what is attributeless magic?

Unattributed magic is magic for poor people who have magic but do not have attributes.

Magic power is possessed by all who live and live, but most of it doesn't seem to have the right attributes.

Such people can use the magic of all attributes without any good or bad attributes, but they are in a situation where they are unable to exert any power at all compared to a demon mentor with attributes.

And it's attributeless magic that came out of thinking about how we can't make the most of the magic of these people!

Unattributed magic has little attack-based magic, but it has all the convenient tricks for a good feel: starting a little fire, having a cool breeze when it's hot, extracting water from the air, soiling and making mud dumplings.

I had magic (or vampires are known to possess immense magic), but I didn't have any attributes. The crystals for attribute measurement that Cenri bought me only emit colorless light, which showed the fact that it was difficult for me to improve my combat ability by magic.

Cenri had a rugged look, but it wasn't Cenri's fault, and even unattributed magic is magic.

It was originally unusable, and I'm not looking to be a magician. It doesn't bother me.

What you learn is, growth is fun. I was in a good mood to buy Cenri an introduction to unattributed magic and decided to study it.

Fortunately, I, the lower vampire, have more magic than ever. Essential for practice. It would be more convenient to travel with Cenri if even a few of them could use magic (by the way, Cenri can't seem to use magic. Therapeutic magic uses positive energy, not magic, not technically magic, etc.).

And there was one thing Cenri didn't tell me.

It's not in the introduction to unattributed magic, but it probably isn't in the commercially available guide to magic, but perhaps - Necromancy is unattributed magic.

I don't know Cenri yet, but I am the vessel of the king of the dead.

Previously, she used to say the definition of the king of the dead was a special undead who could use necromancy. Then there is room for me to exercise that abomination, regulated by that mighty Lord.

Magic books, there are no textbooks. But Lord's knowledge is in me.

However, there is absolutely the art of knowing just because it is sealed deep in it.

Of course, even if you remember, you can't brag about using Necromancer magic in front of Cenri.

But I've never been able to keep that in mind. Power extends my life.

Life is so much fun right now.

Ask Cenri to divide the blood regularly and sometimes travel the world joking about it. There are inconveniences, but there is no obstacle to freedom. I have no choice. Maybe he'll start biting me in the neck once in a while.

But I'm not as optimistic as I think this life will last.

Spell as the textbooks say and work out the magic in your body as you struggle. A small firepowder dances at the tip of my index finger.

I made sure of it and smiled slightly.

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The unknown sender's letter came to me on the third day after I started lurking. [M]

I didn't do any suspicious imitations. The letter was inscribed with the mark of the cross, the weakness of the vampire, as if it were harassment.