The Death Mage Who Doesn’t Want a Fourth Time

"You can't live if civilians make you fall for it! Sire, have mercy! At the very least, make it a capital offense to think about it!

He has heard such lines time and again from the noblemen he has found unworthy of committing a felony and meditating on it. And most of the time they have ignored it and confiscated their titles and property to corrupt the civilian population.

Because it would have been better for them to receive it from the people. As it turns out, even though the emperor's own decision fears that there will be no blood or tears to the people for the death of the clan royalist party, it would be regarded as merciful if he could just confiscate his title and possessions.

If you were doing something as bad as that, you'd have to figure out the boundaries because if you didn't commit death, you'd be insulted by "weak hips" or "sweet".

That's all I was thinking about, so naturally, I didn't think that the nobility of the time I lost my title and fortune would survive.

"But it's something that's going to be irrelevant. Those who thought the rest were drowning wild may still survive, surprisingly.

If so, is that the phrase "can't live" or "to die for one thought" and your face, acting? Then don't let them do the rest. "

With that said, the former Amid Emperor Mashkuzar moistened his throat with tea he had brewed himself.

What he lives in now is a crude cabin. There are three rooms, a genuine cabin with paint on the trees to prevent deterioration and a dirt wall on the interior that is also concerned with insulation.

Sitting on a chair placed on a wood deck provided for that cabin, Mashkuzar was putting in his morning clothes.

Near the hut are fields with various crops, beyond which are orchards and chicken huts, and beyond which are kept beings who were goats and pigs.

And around the cabin, there are blooms of swinging flowers regardless of the wind, with some nesting boxes of what were bees.

"No. It's too early to think they could have done it, as the rest is working out."

"Absolutely right. In the first place, I think it's a mistake to think you're doing something about it."

"Hey, are you still here today to see how the rest goes?

Mashkuzar suggested to Vandaloo, who appeared at some point, saying so and laughing and recommending the chair opposite him.

"And I owe it to you to live like this without status or wealth."

Mashkuzar, who had been chased by the Emperor's throne, was publicly imprisoned in a mansion away from the Imperial capital under suitable pretexts such as for sanatorium.

Life in a mansion protected by a watchman and a servant as a caretaker, not a subordinate, and a knight as a guard to keep him captive, was a life without liberty, except that one day a future awaited poisoned with poison mixed with meals and drinks.

From there, Mashkuzar, helped by Schneider of "Storm of Atrocities," was handed over to Vandaloo, where he was given a tentative but free life.

However, Vandaloo wasn't going to take care of Mashkuzar, even if he was willing to keep him alive.

Before him, he lined up various tools, such as carpentry tools, and materials such as lumber and nails, and later abandoned all care.

If you want to be more precise, come and see if I live every day and give me the food and water I need, but that's all.

How dare Mashkuzar even have to build his own place to live.

I didn't intend to escape, and I was convinced that there was no chance of success in executing it. Because it's one of Vandaloo's [internal worlds] that has Mashkuzar.

There are ceilings in the sky and walls on the ground. For some reason the wind is blowing, but I don't know if this is due to Vandaloo's breathing, or because there is a mechanism to circulate air to [the body world].

And it basically doesn't rain, and the weather is always clear. But for some reason there is a distinction between day and night.

Mashkuzar's life, imprisoned in such a strange space, was quite difficult. Because even he, with his high upbringing, had little experience with Sunday carpentry. If this was an urban development plan, or if it was large-scale water remediation or civil engineering, I had a lot of knowledge. But I never actually hit the nail with my own hands and assembled columns and beams.

But the environment [in the world] was so tidy that it was possible without having to build a cabin if only to live.

The meal is simple compared to previous life, but the required amount can be inserted into each meal. It doesn't taste bad either. The climate of [the world in vivo] is maintained in a comfortable state of living. It doesn't even rain. That's why I can do as much wildlife as I want.

Behind Mashkuzar's brain, who saw the first cabin built collapse in an instant, came the idea that it wouldn't mind such lazy wildlife.

But soon he remembered. Before I took office as emperor, I inherited raw as a half elf. The order of inheritance was not fast, but the ambition and antibone spirit of when I was aiming for emperor.

I am proud because I have nothing, and I am full of just living, which is why I must aspire to ambition. Until that time, when the poison cup was worn and his neck snapped.

Mashkuzar vigorously resumed his activities, as if it were a lie that he had been somewhere heedless or self-inflicted until then.

He used magic to build a cabin, tailored furniture all the way through, and made demands on Vandaloo, who came to see how things were going. I want to grow crops with both practicality and rest, I want more cloth to tailor my clothes, I want paint on the outer walls of the cabin...... I stuck my demands to the point where they were flat thick on someone who felt only a degree of value, if they lived.

Vandaloo, who was poked out, thought to say no, but responded to most demands. It was reluctant, such as sitting silently for a while after I heard it.

Because for Vandaloo, Mashkuzar is basically more of a hater than just a good degree of value if he's alive. They don't have deep resentment or hatred, but they don't want to have a deep conversation if they can because the values don't fit.

But it's worth "as long as you live," so it's hard to die. So Vandaloo in this [body world] has to come every day to see what's going on, give him food and take care of him.

And Vandaloo in [the body world] shares his personality, memory and five senses with Vandaloo. For this reason, the presence of Mashkuzar was plain stressful for Vandaloo.

Such a presence demands that the living environment be enriched on its own and that food be produced. If that works, it saves you the hassle of plugging in food every day.

So Vandaloo gave him fabrics, sewing tools, farm equipment, crop seedlings and paint at Mashkuzar's request. Mashkuzar's demands escalated into the same demands, even when livestock and fruit trees such as chickens, goats and pigs were demanded.

And even if Mashkuzar creates an environment where he can run a simple but rich life, he leaves it just to come and see how it goes once a day.

"The nobles who lost their possessions and titles were not close to the emperors of the enemy nations who were to deal differently than the rest. So, what do you want to know today? Is that the noble scandal that was the Lord? Or is that the secret way out of the mansion? again the location of the activity base of" Evil Shattered Fifteen Swords "? No, information about the castle fort in Milg Shield Country?

Because Mashkuzar uncovers perplexes and state secrets. It was instead a luxurious meal, a silk dough, a ceramic tea set and tea leaves, all of which, because of their value, had no other love.

That's because for Vandaloo and the others, knowing that this level of state classified information is almost worthless, they have a deal.

If the power of the Vandaloos speculated from the information Mashkuzar could have seen before he was chased from the empire, it doesn't matter if he knew the secret loopholes. Even if you punch in from the front, you can further ground every building, and if you golem the building materials, you can collapse them immediately. Unless the building is also made by Orihalcon, it makes no sense.

And you can listen to the dead spirits, so you can get a lot of information about scandals if you want to find out. At least, that's what Mashkuzar guesses.

And the base of activity of "Evil Shattered Fifteen Swords" will have turned into a new place he doesn't know when he finds out he's been deprived of Mashkuzar's personality.

That's why they're selling it at a low price without hesitation.

"... Mashkuzar, I've never been more worthy of the word raccoon father than you"

Vandaloo realizes that too, so he says so, but Mashkuzar only deepened his grin.

"Thanks for that. But if so, the nobles of Orbaum haven't. … and you are too poor"

The information Mashkuzar says is to such an extent that it has nothing to do with Vandaloo and the others. Even though we know that, Vandaloo is getting information from Mashkuzar and giving him the consideration.

That's because Vandaloo would stick around and ask, "Just in case." And because I think it would be awkward not to pay more for it than I heard. Although one reason is that the consideration requested is not a great deal.

"Because it's sexual. Besides, I'm not losing anything."

"Didn't you want to cut back as much time as possible to converse with the rest?

"Mashkuzar, I'm in front of you. I'm me in this [body world]. You can't let it out there. So there's practically nothing I can do other than keep an eye on you."

"So you're used to the rest of them enough to be convinced for that reason?"

"Yes, this me is only one of the countless me"

"No matter how many times I hear about that idea, I can't keep up with my understanding. I don't think there's enough wisdom because I've never heard of multiple bodies and thoughts being manipulated by one soul."

Mashkuzar is one of the most highly educated and educated people in this lambda world. However, it is unrelated to scientific civilization.

If he had knowledge of the scientific civilization that is developing in the modern 'Earth', he might have understood the use Demon King or [the body world] Vandaloo as a terminal, and the body as a server-like being.

"One soul?... Yes, your soul was one. Even if we can split up, it doesn't make a difference that it's one herd called 'My Soul'"

And Vandaloo had the knowledge of scientific civilization, so he considered himself close to it. And in that case, I just realized that my attempts to increase the current body were not successful.

(The body, the flesh where many souls dwell. And when you define a split body as a body that doesn't have much soul to dwell on, it's impossible to increase the body in the first place.

I am free to chop my soul and undo it. But the total amount remains the same. cannot increase the body unless the amount of soul increases)

The total amount of Vandaloo's soul is one hundred... no, let's say ten thousand. Essential pieces of your substitute soul that send to the King of Demons and those who activate your [Demon of the Messenger] skills are less than one. Mei, I finally feel like ten or so with the bander I put on the rain palace meditation.

This would seem to divide a few souls and create a main body, but separating a hundred, a thousand, and a thousand souls couldn't be the main body. It's just a division with more souls than the others.

So you can increase the body if you divide the two souls equally, too? I was Vandaloo trying to run it thinking about it, but I stopped right away.

I did not feel a problem in carrying it out, but because I sensed that the result was not that we could each have two bodies of five thousand souls, but that we would just split them into parts with the bodies of five thousand souls.

(I mean, I can't increase the body. But I want the advantage of having multiple bodies. So, can we aim to be in the same state as if there were more than one main unit without increasing the main unit? Hmmm......)

It seems inconsistent and impossible to achieve.

However, when I think about it in conjunction with the fact that it is not a condition of the body to create identities that I have noticed before, something catches on. Almost, I think it's going to be a shapely idea.

(Maybe I gave too much special consideration to the 'body'. Perhaps we should consider it as just a part of the name 'body', just like the hands and feet and the heart.

It made sense that I was imprisoning Mashkuzar in [the inside world] just realizing that... keep your mouth shut because you don't want to tell him/her that)

"Anyway, do you have any requests?

"Oh then I feel the crop has been living too well lately...... is there something I can't do about it?

Ahead of what Mashkuzar pointed to in his gaze was the appearance of crops that were moving around quickly and vigorously. Of course, it's not a regular vegetable. It is all a monster plant.

"This has happened since giant trees higher than the castle appeared in the distance you can see from here."

That has happened because, as Mashkuzar has guessed, the tree part of Eisen ranked up in Igdrasil was stored in this [body world] and experimented with [fat demonization] skills.

There is only a mashkuzar in this [body world], and if there is anything about that mashkuzar, you can collect it immediately and move it to another [body world], so I did not hesitate to try the maximum output. As a result, the crops that Mashkuzar was growing were fruitful at once and mutated into monster plants as they were.

"Others, planted fruit tree seedlings are moving around in trees, chickens are Geega birds... I don't know the shallow late name, but goats, pigs, and bees also seem to be demonized.

Thanks to this, I had more trouble collecting and milking eggs. We have not yet harvested slaughtered livestock or honey, but we will have to be more careful then before "

Mashkuzar to say so, but Vandaloo had no intention of explaining the experiment he had led.

"Have you noticed any danger to yourself?

"No, that's not it. The monster plant just moves around and won't resist the harvest either. Geega birds and livestock got slightly rougher...... dull arms but still royalty. So far, no problem."

The Amid Empire is not a barbarian country where the strongest stand above. However, nobility and royalty are expected to practise minimal martial arts and sorcery as persons in a noble capacity.

As we gain a higher status, the 'minimum' level required is higher. Moreover, Mashkuzar, who was born in a half-elf and had many enemies before he took office, had increased his skill to more than a 'minimum'.

Nevertheless, it does not extend to Schneider's feet in The Storm of Atrocities, nor is it enough to snap down Batterbats and enemy soldiers while standing on the front lines and commanding troops in the war against the Orbaum-elected kingdom. Full season, about peer to peer with C-level adventurers. And now, a long time away from practical training, the survey is a lot dull.

The skill of witchcraft, though, has come a long way back in architectural and agricultural work.

For this reason, I don't remember any danger to myself in the rank 2 monster plants or about Geega birds.

"Then I'll give you new tools to harvest and slaughter livestock."

So Vandaloo decided it was enough to give him tools such as a sharp knife or protective equipment to protect his arms and face.

"I appreciate that. Unless it's made by Orihalcon, it's just a toothless existence, so if I plan something that's not good, I don't want a really sharp knife."

"I know. And be prepared and cautious that something may happen again soon."

Ira's skills in becoming a no-life queen are also to be experimented with in this [in-vivo world].

"Life here is boring and unrelated and fun.... and the Empire is still safe."

With Vandaloo keeping himself [in the body world] and coming to watch regularly, Mashkuzar was convinced that the Amid Empire was not doomed.

Because if the empire is doomed, Vandaloo is supposed to get Mashkuzar out of his system.

As for Mashkuzar, I need to appeal to Vandaloo about my abilities by then in order for me to survive.

Because even if you don't like it, if your values don't match, Vandaloo is guessing you won't kill him if that's all.

It is difficult to swallow Vandaloo from Mashkuzar, given what has been going on. In the first place, even acting is going to spot that in some way.

Then I have to make you think that I don't like it but it's worth using.

(Hopefully, it will be able to relate to the rule of the occupied amid empire.... unless all the people are made undead.

Vandaloo wouldn't mind that, Eileek...... just hope Alda doesn't fan the people too much)

Around that time, in the south of the Orbaum-elected kingdom, on the territory of the Duke of Fazon facing the sea, there were successive gatherings of people.

The heroic candidates and their companions who were commissioned by the gods as soon as possible and followed their instructions, as well as the temple heads and high priests of the temples of God belonging to Arda and his forces everywhere, and the priests. He who chose God over his country while belonging to an elite force like the 'Seven Mountains General' of the Duke of Jahan.

Its total combat power is considerable.

"It's been a bit rough lately. They come one after the other, who just don't seem like they are. Did they even find you in a big dungeon?

At one of the taverns, an old man with a tongue in his voice said so, clutching jocks.

"That's the kind of thing you don't see around here."

Then a man dressed in cleric-style came back to me even though he wasn't questioned.

"I came from the village to work. I fell asleep, so instead. Isn't that what you are, a cleric? Are you sure you want to have a drink at this place during the day?"

"Ha! No good or bad, I'm not a cleric anymore, I've been broken!

"I broke the temple. Ah, that's not a good idea. What have you done, young man?

"I just bought a hooker a few times. So I can't believe it's a broken gate...... because some other Duke's temple priests and high priests came to the temple, that wouldn't be there!?

"That's a terrible story. Master Alda doesn't say don't buy hookers."

In fact, the Temple of Alda forbids fornication... sexual intercourse without romantic relationships. But humans make a way out of everything.

Relationships with whores are overnight romances. Giving money is a gift from a man. When we socialize with who, what we give and when we break up is our freedom. So it's not against the teachings. That's what happens.

In the Amid Empire and the Duke of Jahan, which required stricter observance of the commandments, customers bought bouquets of flowers from intermediaries and gave them to whores, who handed bouquets of flowers to intermediaries to receive money.

"Yes, they do! Besides, this is the main mountain of the Alda moderates! What's wrong with serving Rabbi the Beast Race!

The old man tilted his neck to a young former cleric screaming the name of the whore.

"I don't think it's a bad idea... was it the main mountain?

The Alda moderates are a sect that the Alda followers of the Orbaum-elected kingdom spoke of in the midst of repeated wars with the Amid Empire. There is no clear record of where it originated because of this.

So there shouldn't have been a place like Total Main Mountain.

"Um, I've assisted the Heinz guys in" The Blade of the Five Colours, "and I still keep Master Selene, so the main mountain...... no, it's not an exaggeration to say sanctuary!?

"Is that so? Lady Heinz, Lady Selene. I don't know if you're in the village, but the world has changed a lot."

In the territory of the Duke of Fazon, the Dukes had sometimes invested in aid, and Heinz and his men, the Blades of the Five Colours, were treated more clearly as heroes than any other Duke territory.

The fact that Alda appeared in front of Heinz and the others with his divine authority, and the fact that he awakened Bellwood, the 'hero god'. And it is also famous for its many years of nesting in the Duke of Fazon and crusading against the devil clan and the mermaid clan who had hidden [Demon King shards] in the service of an evil god.

But from what I've heard, the Blade of the Five Colours went to the Amid Empire.

It has not yet been made public, but it is only a matter of information that the figure of the 'Blade of the Five Colours' was confirmed by the Amid Empire... and also by the Grand Temple of Alda.

And the information that Heinz was traveling to an enemy country was beginning to be circulated by the old men.

"Oh, is that true, Grandpa!? Well... but I'm sure you see, I went to preach the teachings of the Alda moderates to the Amid Empire! Definitely! Whatever it is, 'The Hero God' Bellwood, or even Alda, recognizes the moderates!

The young former cleric said so, but there is no definitive information that Bellwood affirmed the idea of the Alda moderates. I'm just helping Heinz, so I'm just interpreting it that way on my own around.

But besides the young former clerics who are drinking in front of the old man, there are many who interpret it. Perhaps the Duke of Fazon is one of them, so the will of Bellwood himself will not matter at this time.

"Indeed. But the priority given to returning to the ancient nest over this Duke of Fazon territory, which I've been assisting for years, is different, isn't it? I think we should at least say hello to the Duke before we do."

"Well, I guess so."

That's how he appropriately discredited the Heinz and the others, and the old man drank alcohol with his former cleric for a while before leaving the tavern.

It then moves unnaturally quickly from the number and depth of the gray hair and face, knocking on the door of the building that is going down the back alley.

"What's the euphemism?

"... hey, it's called an old man."

"Huh! Come on in!

With a reluctantly disliked euphemism in his mouth, he finally thought he had the door open, and the old man was caught indoors by an elf beauty and a black skinned Mohican big man.

Indoors, skinny old gentlemen and Dwarf beauties are each in uninterrupted shape, and Elf beauties and Mohicans quickly activate magic to explore the surroundings.

"Weird...... you're not tailed!?

"Couldn't you!? Schneider's old man disguise!?

"When it was an amid empire, you said you were spotted without exception... you grew up"

"I wonder? Isn't it because the eyes of the people in this town were a milestone?

"Hey guys, why don't you apprentice Zod and praise me for raising my skill in disguise?

With that said, the old man...... Schneider twisted his body left and right to a large extent. As the rhythmic movement goes, the sound sounds like a cocktail boggle -.

"Huh!

And boost your strength all over your body and pump it up. At that moment, the flesh of the old man, who was about one hundred and seventy centimeters tall, swelled. Her back stretched to about one hundred and ninety centimeters, and the flesh, which seemed thin from above her clothes, all her clothes ripped apart with her developed muscles.

And finally, pull the skin off your face.

"Well, do you want to compile the results of the information gathering?"

Schneider of "Rapid Thunder", who regained a youthful, wild-flavored aesthetic just like that, began exchanging information with his peers.