Legend

Rays tried to get out of the lab of their existence, a man who was more overwhelming than they could possibly be, but no doubt. But at that moment, a voice echoed in Ray's head and Elaine and the others stopped moving.

"He who has a Griffon, he wants to ask you something."

"... what did you do to the other guys?

Seeing Ver stop moving with one foot floating in the air trying to take a step forward, and deciding that it extends to himself and all four but Seto, Ray asks the Lord of Voices so.

"What, you didn't want to be heard as the Lord?" Don't worry, I didn't paralyze him or anything, I just stopped spending some time with him. "

"Stop time?

To that word, Ray asks back unexpectedly.

At any rate, they're showing us the magic of creating space behind a dungeon, the magic of manipulating the undead. Even more spatiotemporal magic was said to be used on top of that, but as Ray, who could only use the magic of flames, he had to be just as astonished.

'It's not that hard either. Now, what Non wants to hear is about the Griffon that your lord has with him. "

"Sure, it may be unusual to be an adventurer with a griffon..."

As soon as I replied yes, there was a laugh in my head.

"Ha-ha-ha. Sometimes I hide it. That griffon, it's not a regular monster, is it?

"... about what?

There was just a moment before I reacted with a sudden thing, and that was enough if I tried to be the Lord of my voice.

"Hmmm.... zepile, does the name sound familiar to you?

……

Ray's thoughts harden this time to that question that he has put out Zepile's name as somewhere respectful.

Zepyr. Not because the name didn't sound familiar. On the contrary, it's because I remember too much.

Yes. That name is the name of the person who drew his soul to this world when he died in Japan and gave him flesh as Ray.

And if the contents of the book you read in the library are true, the name of the world's highest sorcerer who lived thousands of years ago.

How does the Lord of this voice know that? Open your mouth while you think so.

"How do you know that name?

'Kukuku, it's still... No, no, I didn't expect to see warcraft in this day and age. No, pleasant and painful. It's called the woman earlier, it's called the Lord. It's a delightful day. "

(You know Warcraft, right?

At the end of Ray's gaze is the figure of Seto trembling on the aisle wall.

By now, Seto has enough power to be afraid, and he even knows the name Warcraft. Unexpectedly, Ray opens his mouth.

"You... who?

'Hmm, right. If the Lord could tell us who he is, it would not be stingy for him to answer.... What are we going to do?

That's what they sound like in my head, Ray, thinking about it.

(Why don't you take a comprehensive look at who I am here, or reveal my birth and get information about the Lord of this voice? Only a guy who has his own lab in a dungeon like this could possibly turn me into an experimental animal...? No, it feels like you have feelings of respect and respect for Zeppyre, considering how you put his name in your mouth earlier. So, is there a problem? I'd like to gather at least that information even when dealing with the Lord of this voice.)

I really want to know who knows the name of that sorcery that should have disappeared for a generation, called warcraft, and Zeppael. That's true in a defensive sense, but it was also true in the purely Ray's intellectual curiosity sense.

"Fine. Then I'll tell you about me, so you can talk about me."

"Uhm, let's be good"

Ray opens his mouth when he hears that the Lord of the Voice has indeed accepted his words. For the first time since I've come to this world, to put my own identity in my mouth.

"I wasn't originally born in this world. Unlike here, that was the ordinary man born and raised in a world where no magic, magic, or dungeons or monsters existed. But he died in a little accident. It was supposed to disappear, and Zeppyre drew my soul."

'... what time is that supposed to be?

"It hasn't been months."

"Oh, my God. So you think his lord survived these thousands of years alive?

Shake your head, to the Lord of flashing voices.

"That's a little different, to be exact. It seems that Zeppyre's own flesh was so decaying. I hear you've been looking for a soul that matches you and the wavelength in a place like the borders of the world, becoming what can be described as a kind of spiritual life form. And I'm hooked. So, as you also knew, it's a shame to lose the magic of the Warcraft created by Zeppael Gate, which gave me a new flesh to reborn in this world. And the griffon ceto there is certainly a kind of artificial life created by warcraft, as you guessed."

You're right that Ceto and Death Size were created by Warcraft to be precise, but you decided you wouldn't have to bother talking about advantages that the other side didn't realize, Ray, who doesn't speak up when it comes to Death Size.

"Hmm, I see. Even his son can live for thousands of years."

Primarily of a smudging and grunting voice, Ray asks next.

"Well, I told you about me. Next I want you to let me know your qualities. How do you know about Zeppyre, who's even called the Demon Man now?

That's what I asked Ray, but I could have predicted half of what I had talked to the Lord of Voices about so far. And the Lord of the Voice affirms that anticipation.

'Well, promise is a promise. First of all, it's a simple story that Non himself knows Lord Zeppyre. It's simply because he knew Lord Zeppyre. "

Why are you convinced that you heard the word? The question arises in Ray.

It was Ray who inherited the knowledge of Zeppyre, but in his memory there was no such thing as the Lord of this voice.

You must have seen how Ray was doing like that and figured out what you were thinking. The Lord of voices laughs with suppressed voices.

"Non knows Lord Zeppyre, but I guess Lord Zeppyre didn't know Non. Non only unilaterally knew Lord Zeppyre, one of the best magicians in the world."

(I see, is it like unilaterally knowing the idols you see on TV or something)

Nodding to the word of the Lord of the Voice, he exhorts ahead.

"For in those days when Lord Zeppyre lived, we now have all the geniuses we can think of. That's why even one of the magicians who was there at the time had all the talent to be treated as a great genius. Now that I think about it, those days were just as brilliant as the golden age for magicians."

"... I see. You were one of those geniuses."

'Right. In this day and age, it was as talented as I said it was today to be called a great genius, but in those days, I thought about it, at best, it was on top of it. Then even if Non knew Lord Zepile, Non did not. That's the kind of genius the genius in the genius came together to form, so that we wouldn't even be able to get into the Zeppyre Gate. "

While the Lord of the Voice groaned as if he were to despise himself, the voice echoing in his head was making Ray feel something like somewhere homesick.

"So, you were alive thousands of years ago and you're still alive..."

"Hmm, you already have a prediction, don't you?

Ray nodding at the word of the Lord of the Voices. Because I was talking to Elaine and the Vers about the possibility of its existence being in this labyrinth.

"Rich."

"Correct answer. Seems sharp that Lord Zeppyre just chose you. Yes, as a necromancer, he was a superior genius inside, as I said earlier. I did the ritual of reincarnating myself as a rich man."

"... Rich who has survived thousands of years? That seems more like a Rich Lord than a Rich Lord."

"Ha-ha-ha. Rich Road, that's good. That's what I'm gonna call it from now on. '

The laughter echoes behind Ray's brain, but he's actually survived thousands of years, plus he's loaded with magic drills in the meantime. Its strength will undoubtedly have what it deserves to call Rich Road.

(No, King of the Necromancer rather than Lord, or Emperor. Rich King or Rich Emperor might be more desirable though)

Thinking of it that way, a fist-sized crystal ball moves through the air fuzzily from nowhere and fits into Ray's hand.

"What's this?

"It's a little gift for the heir who will inherit the traces of Lord Zeppyre. That's a magic item called a pair of orbs. If you call it in, you'll be free to connect with the orb that Non has."

(Think of it as something like a cell phone? Is it true that it's not a troublesome thing anyway?)

"If you want me to... why are you so kind?

"As I said earlier, Lord Zeppyre was in a position where he could not even see his back, no matter how much he followed. I honestly don't think I could still catch up after thousands of years of drilling. I met Lord Zeppyre's successor around the corner, so I wanted to take care of the edge."

"For a while, huh?"

"Well, what is it?

"It's like telling my world. Think of that encounter only once in your life, and take care of that edge."

"I see. That's exactly what you call a good word for Noon and Lord.... for a while. Then it would be rude not to show up at the edge of the corner. I'll show up now, but don't let it distract you. '

That is how the Lord of the Voice warned, and Sole appeared in the air in front of him. And the moment I put that figure in my sight, a massive amount of cold sweat emerges on Ray's spine.

I was assured by Zeppyre, so I can confidently say that only magic would be better on me. But the moment I saw the sole in front of me, I instinctively understood that I would lose consciousness even as soon as I lost my mind for a moment. It seemed to Ray that Seto was scared as soon as he heard this voice because he instinctively understood how much existence was in front of him.

It was a very simple Rich thing to look at. The skeleton is wearing a robe, and a magic wand is held in its hand. And he wears some sort of crown-like object on his skull. That's all. But the only thing Ray felt the moment he saw it was the notion of 'death'.

'Mm-hmm? Sorry, was it a little too irritating?... How about this?

When Rich squeals, the sense of oppression that is felt gradually but from the presence in front of him disappears. And a few seconds later, Ray had also managed to get to a level where he could move again.

'Well, can we move now about this much? That's the heir to Lord Zeppyre. "

A praiseworthy voice echoes in Ray's head, but also in that praiseworthy voice Ray just smiled bitterly.

(Griffon with Seto in Rank A.... So if I were to apply a monster rank to this rich, would that be S-rank? No, it wouldn't fit on that level.... you should say that's Rich who survived thousands of years)

'Shall I say hello again? Non has been talking to your lord since earlier Rich...... No, it's Rich Road's Grimm. Greetings, Lord Zeppyre, heir to his will.'

"It's Ray.... I'm still drilling, but someday I want to get the power I deserve to inherit that Zeppyre will."

"Uhm, don't fail to train"

From the rich that's floating in front of me, I don't feel so strangely hostile to Ray himself. No, it even has an atmosphere that makes you feel more intimate, to say the least. It was also understandable to Ray that that would affect the longing that Rich, who named himself this Grimm, had for Zeppyre.

And then the sight of such a grimm turns to Seto, who looks worried about Ray even as he is frightened at the corner of the wall.

I take a step to protect Ray, my favorite partner, even as I tremble with fear and denial knowing that my gaze has been directed at me.

"Well, the younger you are, the better you stand up to the nonsense. Brilliant. Ray, the power of the Lord has only given birth to it, and its potential seems to be unknown.... but as I said now, I'm still a young warcraft. I think it's time to drill for a while to demonstrate my true value as a warcraft.... If you continue to grow safely like this, it may be that you will grow into a warcraft that overwhelms the armies of one country on its own, like the warcraft produced by Lord Zeppyre and his men in Warcraft. Mastering that growth rate and a wide variety of skills are the greatest strengths of Warcraft. I'm looking forward to seeing how much power you're gaining the next time I see you. Well, it's time for Non to excuse me around here. I'm busy looking like this."

Tell him so, his body gradually diminishes...... after a few seconds Grimm was nowhere to be seen.

"Ray, and it's Seto. It's called the woman earlier, she was full of good encounters today. I'll see you when I get a chance.... No, if anything happens, I'll contact Nong at the other orb. '

Leaving that word behind.

And the next moment Grimm disappears, Elaine and the others, who had ever stopped moving, move out again.

"Ray, what's up? Elaine says it's going down the basement."

Ver calls out to Ray, who stared at Grimm's disappearance.

Ray, who returned to me with that voice, stowed the pair of orbs into the mistering so that the others could not find them, and then hurried Seto straight to the stairs.

... with Elaine, who was thinking of something in some serious way.