123 068. Ancient Ruin -1 Part One
Night fell and the mercenaries set up their tents in preparation to camp outdoors. Their leader, Kasal, treated the three individuals who seemed to be from a major noble house, with utmost respect and courtesy.
Alchemist Hans, who happened to be watching this scene play out from some distance away, swallowed back his dry saliva. He couldn’t help but recall the undead soldiers from earlier in the day, that’s why.
They weren’t regular undeads that emitted darkish purple aura and crimson glowing eyes. No, they were a unique type that oozed bright and pure light, while the glow in their eyes were blue-coloured.
Just staring at them gave him this sacred feeling. Without a doubt, that was divinity.
Wondering if what he saw earlier was nothing but a passing daydream, Hans asked the mercenary setting up the tent along with him. “Excuse me, but did you sense a strange aura coming from the undead earlier in the day?”
“A strange aura, you say?”
The mercenary’s head was tightly wrapped around in bandages. He distorted his expression and shot a glare at Hans.
Although the Alchemist did distribute some healing potions, the mercenary group had suffered losses from his mishap with the poison bomb, and that’s why they were unable to look at Hans in a favourable light.
The mercenary looked stunned by this revelation and began alternating his gaze between the trio of travellers and Hans. But then, his eyes locked on the merchant-cum-Alchemist, and an expression akin to sorrow began floating up on his bandaged face.
“I see. I heard that Alchemists often fall into the habit of abusing substances. This has to be it, then.”
“Excuse me?”
“Could it be that there being an ancient ruin with a mountain of treasure inside is just drug-induced nonsense, too? Dang it, I shouldn’t have accepted this job in the first place!”
“W-what are you talking ab…”
“Stop with your nonsense and get back to work, will you?”
“What do you mean nonsense?! Are you disparaging my discerning eyes?! It’s all true! Those people, with divinity, they…”
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“Where in this world would you find someone capable of summoning undead with divinity?”
“They’re right in front of your eyes, aren’t they?! Besides, even though it sounds like some spooky ghost tale, there have been several rumours coming from the Theocratic Empire that holy undeads were sighted…”
“Never mind being incensed, he might cut off your arm or something. Even worse, he might just kill you right away and turn you into an undead, making you his slave forever. Seriously now, why are you so slow on the uptake today?!”
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“…”
What the mercenary said was indeed correct.
A Necromancer using divinity was no different from rejecting the existence of the god of death, Yudai. There was simply no way that a Necromancer would let the rejection of the deity they worshipped go unpunished.
“If you have time to blow hot air, why don’t you help us put up these tents, instead? We gotta prepare a lodging for them to spend the night as soon as possible.”
Hans’s shoulders dropped real low from those words.
He cast a doubt-filled glance in the direction of the trio before going back to setting up the tent.
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“Over a hundred? Just how many wives does he have?!”
“There is only one queen, my lord. The others are all slaves.”
“…”
“His majesty has been using the demi-humans to create an even stronger offspring… No, wait. More correctly, he uses them to create an even more potent weapon for himself.”
The dude apparently had over a hundred children, and they were all demi-humans. They would all go through an intense training regime, and if Rahamma acknowledged their strength, they would then be deployed as ‘weapons’ meant to serve him. However, if you failed to earn his acknowledgement, then you’d be thrown away to become a ‘slave’.
“As such, Lady Tina didn’t get acknowledged by his majesty.”
That was how she ended up as a sacrificial offering for the Necromancers.
Alchemist Hans, who happened to be watching this scene play out from some distance away, swallowed back his dry saliva. He couldn’t help but recall the undead soldiers from earlier in the day, that’s why.
They weren’t regular undeads that emitted darkish purple aura and crimson glowing eyes. No, they were a unique type that oozed bright and pure light, while the glow in their eyes were blue-coloured.
Just staring at them gave him this sacred feeling. Without a doubt, that was divinity.
Wondering if what he saw earlier was nothing but a passing daydream, Hans asked the mercenary setting up the tent along with him. “Excuse me, but did you sense a strange aura coming from the undead earlier in the day?”
“A strange aura, you say?”
The mercenary’s head was tightly wrapped around in bandages. He distorted his expression and shot a glare at Hans.
Although the Alchemist did distribute some healing potions, the mercenary group had suffered losses from his mishap with the poison bomb, and that’s why they were unable to look at Hans in a favourable light.
The mercenary looked stunned by this revelation and began alternating his gaze between the trio of travellers and Hans. But then, his eyes locked on the merchant-cum-Alchemist, and an expression akin to sorrow began floating up on his bandaged face.
“I see. I heard that Alchemists often fall into the habit of abusing substances. This has to be it, then.”
“Excuse me?”
“Could it be that there being an ancient ruin with a mountain of treasure inside is just drug-induced nonsense, too? Dang it, I shouldn’t have accepted this job in the first place!”
“W-what are you talking ab…”
“Stop with your nonsense and get back to work, will you?”
“What do you mean nonsense?! Are you disparaging my discerning eyes?! It’s all true! Those people, with divinity, they…”
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“Where in this world would you find someone capable of summoning undead with divinity?”
“They’re right in front of your eyes, aren’t they?! Besides, even though it sounds like some spooky ghost tale, there have been several rumours coming from the Theocratic Empire that holy undeads were sighted…”
“Never mind being incensed, he might cut off your arm or something. Even worse, he might just kill you right away and turn you into an undead, making you his slave forever. Seriously now, why are you so slow on the uptake today?!”
1
“…”
What the mercenary said was indeed correct.
A Necromancer using divinity was no different from rejecting the existence of the god of death, Yudai. There was simply no way that a Necromancer would let the rejection of the deity they worshipped go unpunished.
“If you have time to blow hot air, why don’t you help us put up these tents, instead? We gotta prepare a lodging for them to spend the night as soon as possible.”
Hans’s shoulders dropped real low from those words.
He cast a doubt-filled glance in the direction of the trio before going back to setting up the tent.
1
**
“Over a hundred? Just how many wives does he have?!”
“There is only one queen, my lord. The others are all slaves.”
“…”
“His majesty has been using the demi-humans to create an even stronger offspring… No, wait. More correctly, he uses them to create an even more potent weapon for himself.”
The dude apparently had over a hundred children, and they were all demi-humans. They would all go through an intense training regime, and if Rahamma acknowledged their strength, they would then be deployed as ‘weapons’ meant to serve him. However, if you failed to earn his acknowledgement, then you’d be thrown away to become a ‘slave’.
“As such, Lady Tina didn’t get acknowledged by his majesty.”
That was how she ended up as a sacrificial offering for the Necromancers.
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