125 069. Ancient Ruin -2 Part One

Tina stared at the skeleton and asked first.

“Are you… a living soul?”

The skeleton tilted its head this way and that at her question. Eventually, it shook its head to say no.

“…What is the substance that forms the basis of you?”

The skeleton used its bony finger to scribble on the ground.

[Divinity.]

That sounded about right.

A normal undead was usually a summoned creature and most of the time, its physical body consisted of demonic energy. That was why Necromancers preferred to utilise the existing physical body to preserve their demonic energy reserve rather than summon a fully-realised undead from the get-go.

Tina intently stared at the letters the skeleton had scribbled on the ground. The undead before her eyes was a combination of the summoner’s powers and the divinity’s will responding to his calling.

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She sucked in her breath.

There were too many points here that she couldn’t understand with her limited pool of magic knowledge.

Not only was Allen capable of performing Necromancy with divinity, he could also create skeletons possessing ego that didn’t come equipped with souls. In addition, even though she had heard about Priests being able to turn regular water into holy water, never before did she hear about instances of someone creating holy water out of thin air.

It was a method completely in opposition to the established way of commanding the undead which contained human souls dragged out from the depths of the netherworld. And then, he could also create holy water out of nothing that no other Saints in history managed to pull off.

In just about every facet she could think of, he was just too disparate from everyone else. It was as if his powers were not from this world.

‘Which can only mean…’

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He was basically utilising the power of the gods, ‘creation’, at will.

When her thoughts reached this far, her reverence of Allen suddenly swelled up even more.

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(TL: In 1st person POV.)

“Fuu-woo… Wow! How long has it been since I shovelled like this?”

Indeed, it had been a while since I held a shovel to dig a hole. A skeleton was helping me out at the moment.

While pretending to wipe my sweat away from my brows, I looked behind me.

“Woo-wuhph?!”

Mister Alchemist Hans, currently buck-naked and tied up with a gag in his mouth, was shivering away pathetically on the sand.

I grinned brightly and cheerily waved at him.

Damon continued flipping through the book before displaying a certain page before me. It was a drawing of a man sitting on a throne, accompanied by a small dragon next to him.

“There is an old tale of a dragon that is supposedly still protecting its master’s tomb. I suspect that the scale could have come from that dragon, my lord.”

“Huh, so Aslan even reared dragons?”

Tina replied this time. “Back in the ancient times, of course.”

Damon quickly added something else, “Also, if it really is an ancient palace, then it could potentially provide a safe shelter for us to live.”

They wanted to use such a place as their shelter?

I asked Damon for some clarification. “Isn’t a dragon a really powerful creature? I mean, in fantasy novels, they can use all sorts of magic and speak human languages, and can even polymorph into human-like figures too, you know?”

Damon seemed taken aback by that.

“What? Am I wrong?”

“Well, they are known for casting magic, yes, but such instances are extremely rare, my lord. In fact, the majority of them use their Breath, which is far more powerful than any existing magic, and that makes the dragons such dangerous existences to deal with.”

“Mm…”

“However, Aslan’s ancient tomb… Such a place should be safe as a dwelling for us. All sorts of security precautions are installed there to protect the contents within, after all.”

The reason why Tina and Damon were accompanying me in the first place was to find a safe location for the slaves left behind in the temple to stay. And for that purpose, an ancient Aslan tomb would apparently be a pretty good fit.

Was it because I showed some semblance of indecision? Hans shouted out as if this was his last chance at survival, “There are definitely lots of treasures in there. Lots and lots of them!”

I wasn’t tempted whatsoever by the treasures, my man.

This body of mine belonged to an Imperial Prince of the Theocratic Empire, so why would I have issues with not enough wealth in the first place?

I responded back to him. “That place has a dragon living in it, right? Sure, it might be a little different from the dragons that I’m familiar with, but still, I can’t help but get this feeling that it’s going to be a lot of hassle.”

We were talking about a dragon’s nest here. Rashly stepping foot in a place like that would be very dangerous for our health.