Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer - Chapter 17
Episode 17 The prince really rolls.
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“Tsk.”
I ended up in solitary confinement.
I looked at the paladin Harman, who was imprisoned in prison and was outside the iron bars.
“Hey, what’s my name?”
“…This is Allen Allpols.”
“What is your position?”
“He is the seventh grandson of His Majesty the Holy Emperor.”
I smiled happily at those words.
It was my first time trusting only the background and being abusive to the other person, but it felt better than I thought.
Well, the result is somewhat disappointing.
“Why am I in prison?”
“If you are guilty, you must pay for your sin. Just stay there for a week.”
“You’re funny!”
I clicked my tongue and spoke to Harmon.
“Is the count’s eldest son still alive?”
“Luckily I’m alive.”
“What happens to me if I kill him?”
“…you will be locked up in jail.”
“how much?”
“…about half a year.”
Oh oh! Just that much? Is it murder? The grandson of Seonghwang. Even if there is no influence, the benefits are good!
If it were a count family, it would still belong to a great noble family.
Wouldn’t it be great to kill a piece of trash and end up in jail?
Here, you can read, eat, and exercise without having to carry a corpse.
As I am the grandson of Seonghwang and the lord treats me kindly, my standard of living will be guaranteed.
“Even if I couldn’t do it, I should have made you a eunuch.”
“…If that happens, I will be responsible for it.”
Harmon took off his helmet and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief.
Well, even if I killed that guy, it would be Harman in front of me who would take responsibility.
This guy is my protector.
I looked at Harmon.
The guy who looked like a Terminator is gradually showing his emotions.
It was quite satisfying.
There is nothing more fun than making fun of a blunt guy.
“Don’t be scared. If you were planning on killing him, you should have cut off his head a long time ago. “I just wanted to punish you.”
“For what?”
“just.”
“just?”
Instead of answering, I gave him a refreshing smile.
Harmon pressed his temples.
“All right. But…”
Harmon looked at me and asked.
“When did you learn to speak English?”
“What?”
When I tilted my head, Harmon showed a confused look in his eyes.
“no. it’s nothing. “Please cool down.”
“OK. Oh, my mouth is bored. Give me something to eat. Also something to read as a bonus. A history book would be good. “I liked it because it felt like I was reading a fantasy novel.”
I nodded and waved to Harmon as he walked away.
It’s a week.
I received an unexpected vacation.
I looked into the prison.
The prison is neater than expected.
It is not a gloomy, smelly, humid, or foul-smelling prison.
It seems like the unused warehouse has been neatly organized. There is also a bed.
There were no prisoners on the other side. It is quiet except for the occasional murmur coming from beyond the wall.
It seems like I was the only one placed separately.
It looks like they intentionally left an area empty for me.
Actually, it’s a prison, but it feels like a small studio.
Thanks to this, it feels quite cozy.
At this rate, it would last about a week.
Rather, I needed personal time.
I’m really into studying magic these days.
This is strangely fun.
In my previous life, I was far from studying, but after learning magic and seeing results, the sense of accomplishment is no joke.
When I took out the Necromancer magic book from the item window, someone entered the prison.
It’s Charlotte.
It seems that he came with the paladin’s permission.
The change in facial expression is subtle and difficult to recognize, but the furrowed brows seem to indicate embarrassment.
“sorry. because of me···.”
Charlotte bowed her head.
“What are you talking about?”
I had no intention of helping.
First of all, this guy is quick-witted. Even if I had left it alone, it was obvious that it would have gotten through it on its own.
“I get help every time.”
I really don’t know what this means.
I don’t think I’ve ever helped this guy, but is this a thank you for meeting him for the first time and saving his life?
I tilted my head, but Salot stood there without saying a word.
I just plainly stared.
I said with a sullen expression.
“That’s it. “Go and get something to eat.”
“…?”
“Not the food they give out here. The one you used to make at the monastery. “It was delicious.”
Charlotte’s cooking skills are excellent. You can make quite delicious food with common ingredients found in every corner of the village, so if you receive high-quality ingredients from the lord, you will be able to make even more delicious food.
“If you tell the lord that I sent you here, he will lend you ingredients and a kitchen. “I’m bored, so make it in moderation.”
“…All right.”
Charlotte smiled softly at my words and lowered her head.
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Paladin Harman was leading the prisoners outside the Lonia territory.
A snowstorm raged so hard that it obscured everything in front of us.
This blizzard is dangerous. The snow is piling up too high.
Ronia Estate has a low exterior wall that is only 12m high.
If the snow accumulates and hardens, it is like building a bridge for the dead.
It is better to work quickly and clear the snow.
‘Is it a week?’
After completing this task, the time has come to release the prince.
-The prince did that because of me. please forgive me.
A girl from the monastery came to visit Harman. She told me what happened then.
When Harmon heard that, he couldn’t believe his ears.
In fact, it is said that the one who caused the commotion was Heiss, the eldest son of Count Hedron, and the prince tried to dissuade him.
‘It was a simple assault rather than dissuasion.’
In the process, the prince showed a different side of himself.
Although it was only for a short time, he showed authority and dignity as a descendant of the royal family with noble blood.
No, apart from that, he used ‘Eonryeong’.
The voice contained sacred power, making the surrounding air heavy and making the listener feel oppressed.
‘It seemed like the prince didn’t recognize it.’
Even among charismatic commanders, there were few who could use it freely.
There weren’t that many people who could utter words ‘unconsciously’, whether they learned magic or acquired holy power or possessed magical powers.
As Harman, there were many questions he wanted to ask the prince.
I was curious about how he used the language and where he learned it.
Has something happened since the suicide incident three months ago?
But there is no way a person can change in just three months.
Harmon frowned and shook off his random thoughts.
He turned his gaze to look at the prisoners who had been working since dawn.
Prisoners are digging up snow with shovels.
“…It’s quiet.”
A swirling snowstorm obscured my vision.
It was so quiet that nothing could be heard except the sound of the wind.
Only the moans of the prisoners and the sounds of shoveling were heard.
It was strange.
December 25th. It is the day that King Amon died.
It is the time when magical power is at its strongest in the land of the dead.
Yet, the moans and pain-stained screams of the dead did not reverberate from the land of the dead.
The prisoners look relieved as the days are more peaceful than last year.
But Harmon was anxious.
It feels like the eve before a storm.
Even though it was peaceful, it went too far.
By now, hundreds of undead should have been seen in the Ronia territory. Not a single one was seen.
‘…Something is strange. This is the first time something like this has happened since the Death King died.’
It has been 50 years since the great hero, the currently prosperous Celt Allpols, killed the Four Spirits King.
During that time, the period of the dead gathering and scattering repeatedly came to the Land of Death every year.
On December 25th, when the King of Death disappeared, it was a time when the dead became especially ferocious, but now it was eerily quiet.
‘It would be better to report to His Majesty the King right away.’
It is truly an ominous serenity.
Something is wrong.
I hoped this was a good sign, but if it was the opposite, I couldn’t just sit still.
Harmon thought so and called the prisoners.
“It’s lunch time. Everyone, go into the territory.”
The prisoners stopped shoveling with expressions of survival.
They shrunk and headed to Ronia Fortress one by one to escape the cold.
“Hi!”
One of the prisoners was startled by the sudden noise and turned around.
He tilted his head.
The colleague who was just following behind me was nowhere to be seen.
The prisoner tilted his head and looked at the blizzard.
A cloud of snow, like thick fog, obscured my vision. A dark seal was visible within it.
The prisoner shouted, probably thinking it was his comrade.
“hey! Let’s go quickly. I’m dying from the cold. hungry. “Go and eat…”
A dark seal appeared.
A humanoid monster up to 2 meters tall.
Sparsely nicked or rotted parts of the body are visible.
A melted face and a waist bent like a hunchback.
Long arms reaching to the knees and abnormally long fingernails.
The monster looked at the prisoner and smiled with an ugly, melted face.
The prisoner’s face turned pale.
“Aaaah!”
Harmon turned his head at the sudden scream.
The prisoners also looked in the direction from which they heard the screams.
A 2m tall humanoid monster pierced the prisoner’s body.
Scythe-like nails pierced through the prisoner’s body and lifted him up. The undead bit the prisoner’s neck and rolled its eyes at the other prisoners.
“It’s a former ghoul!”
“Run…!”
“…Ugh!”
The prisoners fell into panic at the sudden appearance of the undead.
The prisoners escape.
Ghouls emerged from the snow-covered ground beneath the feet of the prisoners.
The prisoners were startled and took a step back when the monster suddenly jumped out from under their feet.
ㅡKiaaaaaaa!
Kill a prisoner by swinging your claws. It pounces on you, knocks you down, and bites you.
The pure white snow field turned red.
The cause of the problem was that the snow near the exterior wall was removed and sent outside.
“Everyone evacuate! If you want to live, run!”
Despite the dramatic situation, Harmon remained calm.
He drew his sword, closed his eyes, and muttered.
“Heim, the god of battle. Please lend me your strength.”
When he opened his eyes, he saw the ghoul’s claws right in front of his nose.
Harman bent down to avoid the claws and swung his sword to cut off the ghoul’s hand.
ㅡKkeak?
The ghoul, seeing the severed wrist, tilted its head and looked at Harman again, when Harman’s sword cut off the ghoul’s head.
The headless body of the ghoul fell to the floor.
Harmon looked away.
Ghouls are rising from beneath the snow-covered ground. In the blizzard, other ghouls were coming.
As quadrupedal walkers, they showed agile movements and hunted down the prisoners one by one.
It’s too much to fight. There are many.
“…shit.”
Harmon quickly turned around and ran.
Run as fast as you can towards the fortress. At the same time, he muttered as he injected holy power into his entire body.
“Heim of the battlefield. God bless the poor lamb…”
Praise for the god you serve.
As if God had given him a faster body, his sexual power moved actively within his body.
His legs become faster than those of other prisoners.
Ghouls sprang up in front of him.
The ghouls hiding in the snow pile scream and attack Harman.
Harmon gritted his teeth.
‘How were you hiding?’
Yesterday, I definitely had to shovel snow. But I couldn’t find anything.
‘Did he sneak in during the early hours of the morning?’
But even though there were people living on top of the snowdrifts, did they suppress their instincts and endure it?
Is it possible for a dead person to control his own instincts?
Harman twisted his body to avoid the ghoul’s claws, then slashed them with his sword and ran.
He saw the end of Ronia’s wall going straight ahead.
Soldiers are busy moving between the outer gates.
“Shoot!”
The arrows fired by the soldiers hit the ghouls one by one. Go through the arms and legs and focus on the body.
However, the undead whose heads were not destroyed ran tirelessly.
“Close the door!”
In response to Harmon’s cry, the knight spoke to the prisoners.
“close the door!”
Prisoners groaned in front of the pulley that controlled the outer door.
The prisoners turned pale and said:
“It’s stuck!”
“The chains are frozen…!”
The prisoners’ embarrassed voices were also heard by Harmon.
Damn it, I told you not to neglect inspection like that!
A knight drew his sword.
“Move!”
The driver pushed the prisoners away and hit the pulley that fixed the outer door.
The chain breaks and the outer door quickly closes.
Harmon passed through the outer door with a narrow slip. The ghouls that followed were caught in the outer door and burst open.
As flesh and blood splattered, the prisoners stepped back in horror.
A scream rang out from outside the outer gate.
“Raise the pedestal.”
Harmon shouted to the other soldiers.
“Everyone line up! “Manage the Templar prisoners and soldiers!”
The knights shouted at Harman’s shout.
“Rearrange everything!”
“Get in line!”
“Climb up the outer wall! hurry···!”
The prisoners followed the knights’ orders.
He quickly ran up the outer wall, holding his shield and spear loosely.
Harmon also maintained his equipment and slowly climbed up the outer wall.
It felt somehow quiet. It will soon be December 25th.
In the land of the Four Spirits, the time of death of King Amon is approaching.
About 23,000 undead will soon arrive…
“…”
Harmon’s face hardened as he climbed up the outer wall.
The murmur of soldiers around the outer wall could be heard.
2 3 thousand?
No! No matter how you look at that…!
Harmon was also confused.
He wiped out the undead here in the Ronia territory every year.
They are dead.
He is a dead man who knows no fear and relies only on his instincts.
Not only were they not equipped with proper equipment, but there was also no strategy or tactics.
So there wasn’t that much risk every year…
ㅡKoooooooooo!
…It wasn’t as bad as it is now.
In his eyes, he saw an ‘army’ of the dead.
Boom… Boom… Boom…!
The drum sounds.
The dead appeared in the swirling snowstorm.
A staggering zombie beats a drum made of leather and bone.
A horde of zombies scurrying about without weapons continues one after another.
Skeletons wearing extremely crude equipment creaked and glared at the living.
You can also see ghouls running fast and howling.
ㅡKwaek Quwaek Quwaek!
There were also giant ogre zombies over 4m tall.
It’s a combination that’s no different from usual. But their actions were different.
They didn’t move impulsively.
With hunger and hatred for the living, they form a ‘line’ and ‘wait’ for the commander’s ‘order’.
An undead army of over 20,000.
The army, although sloppy, is even preparing siege weapons!
Harmon closed his mouth and rolled his shaking eyes.
In a blizzard, naked slave zombies are moving with difficulty, lifting a palanquin.
On top of the palanquin was a strange being commanding an army.
-The living ones. Be afraid!
Not only Harman, but also knights, Ronia’s fiefdoms, and prisoners.
The magical words ‘Sound of the Dead’ resonated in their heads.
It makes the heart heavy and awakens feelings of fear.
The faces of the soldiers and residents of the territory turned pale.
-Envy and long for death!
Harmon looked at the being that gave voice.
There is a ‘scaffolding monster’ on top of the palanquin containing the staggering zombies.
A large, sprawling body of about 3 meters made of scaffolding.
3 jawline bloody noble outfit.
A bone necklace is worn around its thick neck.
The white hair is wrapped in rolls, as if imitating the hair of nobles.
The monster, which seemed to be a combination of a human and a pig, used the shield in front of the palanquin as a plate and cut the corpse on it like a steak and devoured it.
-We are the judges of this world!
Harmon knows what that being is.
That being is a dead person.
It is also a being at the final point of the dead.
-The Messiah who will save this world through death!
Zombies evolve into ghouls, and skeletons evolve into warriors or archers.
-We are…
And the final evolved form of zombies. That is…
-He is the successor to Yudai, the god of death!
…It was a vampire.
-I, the Count, will save you from the despair of life!