Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

Wolf 215

After getting ready, I was greeted by the princes who had surrendered, with no face.

"His Highness, Lunier, and Barnaque. I am truly grateful that you have relied on Myrardia. Now, heal your tiredness anyway."

At the headquarters of the Milaldia army, renting a village meetinghouse, I offered them steamy tea.

I'm still nervous, but I'm glad I did my best when I saw Prince Lünier's smile with a little relief.

But it was hard.

When I realized there was a group following Prince Lünier, I was forced to find out where it belonged.

Because the times are the times, it is difficult for even your army to know where and what you are doing now.

While checking around, it became apparent that they were not likely to be Eleora's army, and they caught up with Prince Lünier.

I couldn't help it.

I softly ask Sir Barnaq.

"Eleora's army is currently deployed only around the castle of Kinjar. But what is happening to Barnaq, what was it fought? Not a bandit."

"A group of assassins. I don't know which hand you are."

Sir Barnaq's words were concise, but they were not lying.

He goes on like this.

"The Dniesks have many political opponents. No wonder if any of the aristocrats sent the assassin. I'm too convinced."

"So that's it"

Sir Barnaq is not a politician or general, but a swordsman. You won't know anything other than the bare minimum required for your job.

Before we get into the intricate story, let the Princes of Luniès take a break. I don't think it's okay because the werewolf escort guards, but I want to raise it anyway.

And before that, I had something to do.

"The Brotherhood"

I sigh, then bow to Parker.

"Sorry, could you help me?"

Oh, I'll get on this guy again.

Parker replied in a calm voice.

"I didn't have a kite, so I thought it was my job. Let's get started."

Don't be a helpful brother.

The compatibility between the battlefield and the necromancer is awesome. There are no shortage of dead to serve, as Bang Bangs die everywhere.

I ordered the werewolf squad to carry away the corpses of the thugs earlier.

In an unpopular thicket, Parker and I look down at the recovered corpses.

"I don't know anything about my identity or affiliation. I don't even carry my wallet, these guys."

Parker nodded at my words.

"That's definitely my turn. A person who has just died is like a baby in the world of the dead. It's easy to cast, but only two promises will be kept."

Suddenly, a skeleton magician approaches me.

I'm scared of my face.

"One. Don't sneak up on the expert's way."

"all right"

"I'm over."

Hey, what's the second?

When I relaxed, Parker said dry.

"And this is the same thing as the first, but don't give the dead the same sympathy as the living. You're too kind."

"Oh, oh"

I think there were two things I wanted to say.

I deliberately deceived me so that I didn't care.

"I know, Parker. That's the biggest reason I couldn't be a necromancer. I'm aware."

Parker stares at me and then nods a little.

"I like that kind of place, but it's really not for necromancers at all."

It's none of your business.

"Let's start aside."

Parker sticks out the bone-only finger and draws something in the air swaying. It creates the rhythms and shapes that the dead prefer, and attracts their attention.

"My voice is secret, the thunder that shakes the underground. My eyes are hollow, the flash of darkness. Gather, the dead."

Today's hoodies are very careful. I saw this guy after a long time as she was singing formal.

Those who died have the same values as the living, so those who were hostile before life are still hostile after death.

I guess they're chanting properly to make sure they're at home.

Eventually, a translucent and shimmering spirit was clearly visible in my eyes. He's just dead, so he's taking the form of a person.

There are more than 20 corpses, but only a few can be summoned.

I'm not sure where the spirits are going, but it's hard to call them anyway.

Parker squeezes his bone fist in front of the gathered spirits.

"Folding down"

At that moment, the spirits are pressed against the ground as if crushed by something invisible. A non-voiced voice came to me in the form of magical waves.

Do you suddenly start from intimidation?

The skeleton magician tells you more in a chilling, cold voice.

"Your soul is in my palm. Infant of death, obey my voice."

The spirits are suffering, crushed by overwhelming magic. The magic of the dead magic acts as a restraint, so they do not escape.

Parker uttered a terrifying voice without any movement at the moans that could not be heard by the spirits.

"From the skull of your dying skull, spin the last words, please my ears."

I'm scared of the voice that makes me smile even slightly.

Parker gently beckoned me, and I walked by him.

The voices of the dead are rough. Without their raw throats, they can only slightly shake the magic of the atmosphere.

So I listen to the magical vibrations.

"Lunier ... Lunier ... Prince ... Prince ..."

"Barnark ... Sword St. Barnark"

"Capture ... Capture ... Kill ..."

Parker shook his head and declared cold.

"The king of the dead wants more words, spit out."

The spirits are shaken to dance as his fist moves.

A trained necromancer is an absolute king for the dead and a ruthless torturer. You can't go against it.

"Dniesk ... Kinjar Castle ..."

"Petka ..."

Parker wielded his fist like a tyrant and slammed it.

"It's not enough. Squeeze out."

The spirits are squashed.

It's scary to see, but the rules for the dead and the living are different. Necromancers are familiar with the rules of the dead.

It is dangerous to put your mouth in the sense of a living person.

"Bo ... Bori ... Riché ..."

"Boliche ... V ..."

"Viki ..."

Bolsheviks?

He is a relative of the Dniesk family and a leading nobleman in Northern Lorumund.

And the surrender to Eleora, the house that triggered the end of the rebellion.

I open my mouth unintentionally.

"Are the Bolsheviks involved? Are you the Bolshevik assassins?"

But the spirits did not answer, and Parker shook his head.

"I can't go any further. Detaining the spirits and tracing their memories are near the limits."

Parker said, swiftly laying his skull's hand aside.

The spirits disappear as the mist blows away in a gust of wind.

All the summoned spirits spoke the name of Bolsheviks. Apparently the Bolsheviks have some secrets.

Having surrendered to the Dniesk family for many generations, you need to investigate a bit.

But now, Parker's care is paramount.

He is now standing in a dark shadow in the skull's orbit. If I witness the situation without knowing it, I'm scared to seem to be standing still.

I hit my brother's shoulder.

"Thank you Parker, thank you.

He was a little late and nodded small.

"Yeah ... that's right. That's it."

The tone is awkward.

Because Parker has lost his body, his sense of life is gradually lost from memory.

If you look deeply into the world of the dead, it will accelerate.

Parker himself was most concerned about it, so I tried to keep him out of necromancy.

It's my fault that he's a bit dark now.

Well, what happened?

Ugh, fine I will do it.

I hold my breath and say a little hesitant.

"Thank you very much, I'm a big brother."

At that moment, Parker's skull turned around.

"What is it now?"

"...... brother,"

Don't ask me twice.

It's embarrassing.

Parker immediately became sick and began shaking his rattle and joints.

"What kind of wind do you want?-You don't like calling your brother so much, but you call me my brother!

I heard this way to talk after a long time.

"He finally acknowledged me as an older brother! You can feel free to spoil me! "

I regret that I might have fed a little too much food to the brothers who got involved.

"The service period is over because I feel fine. I'll return, Brothers."

"Wait! Only once more! Only once again call" Oni-chan! "

`` Isn't she saying 'Oni-chan!'? ''

"Yes, big brother!"

Oh, it was a failure.

But if you're fine, be patient about this.

Even these brothers are lonely when they are gone.

Well, just a little.

Just a little.