Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer - Chapter 53

Episode 53. 〈The prince goes to the academy. 〉

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A month has passed since the Red Devil kidnapping incident.

Even though it was late in the morning, Humite Street was crowded with people.

Travelers and adventurers roamed around, and children stayed in the hands of their parents until late at night.

Necromancer Bethum, who infiltrated Humite, wore deep robes.

He followed the orders of the Black Church and set out to find survivors on Earth.

Then a child shouted.

“It’s Santa Claus!”

Bethum was startled and turned his head.

A chubby figure dressed in blue clothes was crouching on top of a chimney in a residential area, looking around.

Bethum looked at the being with wide eyes.

‘Red Devil!’

Although the outfit was different, it was clearly the Red Devil.

A familiar created to collect information, assassinate, or kidnap a source of magic power.

The children shouted when they saw such a being.

“It’s Santa!”

“It’s Santa Claus!”

The guards were wary of the Blue Devil, but for some reason they just kept an eye on it with no intention of subduing it.

The residents of the territory felt uncomfortable seeing a being called Santa, so they covered the children. However, others saw the presence and put their hands together in prayer.

The sight was so foreign to Bethum.

If the Red Devil was an object of fear, the Blue Devil seemed an object of blessing.

I had heard rumors before coming here.

The streets are said to be protected by a being called ‘Blue Santa’, who is an angel.

It was a fairytale-like story about returning kidnapped children and giving financial gifts to neighbors in need.

Thanks to this, here in Humite, the Blue Devil was recognized as a lucky fairy.

At that time, the being called ‘Blue Santa’ turned his head.

I made eye contact with Bethum.

Blue Santa tilted his head.

When he discovered a suspicious person, he resonated with the ‘owner’ and used his [Mind’s Eye].

The names and information of the necromancers were conveyed through Santa’s eyes.

Santa smiled. My mouth was trembling.

-found.

“…!”

Bethum quickly entered the alley.

I ran through the alley. I hurriedly ran and looked back.

There is no pursuer.

What is Blue Santa?

No matter how much I looked, there was nothing there.

Did I get ostracized?

Vasum, who was panting, took out a map.

This is another hideout where survivors will be found.

There I had to meet the survivors and hear about what happened there.

Bethum knocked on an iron door in a deserted alley.

“May we leave the wasteland and return to the green forest.”

After saying the password, the eye sockets opened for confirmation a moment later.

A necromancer wearing a robe spoke carefully.

“Is there no Chu chaser?”

The voice is dry yet trembling. I could guess how scared they were.

“Don’t worry. It’s safe.”

The door opened.

The necromancer looked frightened and motioned for them to come in quickly.

Bethum patted him on the shoulder to reassure him.

“Please guide me. “I want to hear what happened here.”

The necromancer nodded and closed the door.

Bethum went inside.

Bethum walked through the underground hideout under the guidance of necromancers.

Necromancers are squatting in a narrow alley.

Face covered in dirt, eyes lifeless. A fearful expression, etc.

These are necromancers who sacrificed their youth and lifespan in exchange. Just by looking at their appearance, they look like refugees fleeing war.

I opened the iron door and arrived at the place where the survivors of Humite and the necromancers of high rank had gathered.

Bethum took off his robe.

The wrinkled face shared a glance with the necromancers.

“Did it come from the Black Church?”

“Ooh what do we do now?”

“What about the rescue team? “Is the rescue team coming?”

Bethum frowned at the necromancers’ words.

Necromancers who deal with death are so weak-willed… And rescue?

He came to investigate the entity that turned the humites into this state, not to save them.

“structure? What are you talking about? There is no such thing. “The reason I came here is to get information.”

“information?”

“oh my god! So does that mean we can’t escape this hell?”

The necromancers trembled.

what? Why are they doing this?

“Why are you doing this? “Could it be that there are heresy inquisitors here?”

At those words, the necromancers shook their heads.

“Inquisitor… That’s right. They did come. They came just a week ago. But before that, there was a monster here. “The thing is frantically looking for us!”

A necromancer trembled and covered his head.

monster?

Could it be that Oscar of the Golden Cross stepped forward?

“Do you know anything about him?”

“He is the devil.”

The necromancer’s pupils trembled.

He stammered while facing Bethum.

“No, it’s an angel like a devil!”

“…What do you mean?”

“Just in case, I tried every possible way to gather information.”

The necromancer carried the documents.

He said as he spread it out on the table.

“But I don’t know anything about its existence. “But we were able to piece together some very, very difficult-sounding rumors and come to one conclusion.”

“rumor? conclusion?”

Bethum tilted his head.

The necromancer nodded. He spoke seriously, breaking into a cold sweat.

“Vampires were suddenly killed in the capital of the Holy Empire, and lycans were being hunted. “There were many signs!”

Bethum kept his mouth shut.

Those were stories he had heard before.

Thanks to this, rumors even spread that the Seonghwangbeopguk had acquired ‘new power’.

But wasn’t that just a rumor?

The necromancer looked at Vesum.

“So we came to a conclusion. The vampire slayer, the lycan butcher, these are all monsters! “The conclusion is that it was caused by ‘angels’ who are ‘under development’ in the Kingdom of the Holy Emperor!”

“…What kind of conspiracy theory is that again?”

Bethum burst out laughing.

I thought it was a joke to lighten the mood, but the person on the other end was terrified.

“It’s no joke! Of course it’s just a guess, but it’s for sure!”

The necromancer spoke until his mouth was exhausted.

“And there is hard evidence! “Children on the streets said that an ‘angel’ helped them!”

I tasted it. Have you worked so hard with necromancy that you’ve become senile?

Bethum decided to hang out with them.

I asked a question with a helpless laugh.

“Okay, let’s say there is an angel. So you’re saying it’s the same type as the Blue Devil?”

“no. The Red Devil is just a name chosen to create a scary image. But ‘Angel’ is different. That being was truly summoned from the Holy Empire….”

The necromancer looked at Besum in surprise.

A ray of sweat ran down my cheek.

“Wait how do you know about the Blue Devil?”

“There were rumors floating around even before I came here. Also, I saw it as soon as I arrived at Humite. We made eye contact, but I was able to get away with it, so don’t worry…”

“You son of a bitch…!”

The necromancer screamed.

As if he had lost his temper, he pointed his finger and glared at Bethum.

“What the fuck are you doing! “If you have a tail, you shouldn’t come here!”

“what?”

Bethum turned his head.

The other necromancers were so infected with fear that they lost their senses and were screaming.

Why are they doing this?

The necromancers quickly gathered the documents.

“You have to run away too! Get everyone ready. Scattered apart. That guy is coming. “He’s coming!”

The necromancer ripped out his head. His hair was falling out and his eyes were bloodshot.

“What are you talking about…”

the necromancer shouted in fear as Vesium walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“That damn angel is coming!”

At that time, the hideout shook with heavy drinking.

* *

The iron door fell with the explosion.

The necromancers stood up in shock.

A black shadow was visible in the hazy smoke.

The sound of clanking metal was heard.

The necromancers took a step back at the heavy steps.

A pure white helmet with armor plates covering the body and limbs. He is wearing chain mail at the seams.

He wore full white armor and held a large shield in his left hand and a long musket in his right hand.

[Use sacred energy.]

[Temporarily improve all equipment.]

Runes were engraved on the entire body of the small ‘angel’.

Blue holy power erupted from the cracks in the armor.

Behind them, big blue Santas are waiting, smiling.

“You’re an angel!”

Seeing that, the necromancers screamed and ran away in haste.

“Gaia.”

Breath flowed from the pores of the helmet the angel was wearing.

Holy power seeped into the musket.

“Hi! “Stop everything!”

Runes were engraved on the floor, and the necromancers summoned zombies and skeletons.

The undead who had risked their lives to summon approached the angel.

Reach out for him and bite him.

The angel ignored those undead.

Just by approaching, the skeletons and zombies melted and disappeared due to the holy power emanating from the armor.

It was the opposite of a poisonous necromancer.

The angel aimed his musket.

[Use the shotgun skill.]

And pulled the trigger.

bang-!

At the same time, dozens of bullets flew.

The necromancers became a beehive and were penetrated.

Bullets hit the walls and the narrow hallway was filled with explosions.

“Aaaah!”

The necromancers who were running away were caught in the explosion and were thrown away.

Blue Santas searched the hideout. We checked that no children had been kidnapped and took our belongings.

Clap, clap, clap.

take a step The angel prayed and breathed holy power into it.

[Use the continuous shooting skill.]

I aimed the musket at the necromancers.

Holy power swirled and Christmas balls flew out every time the trigger was pulled.

“Oh my god! please. “Please save us!”

A necromancer who lost his legs was crawling on the floor.

At that time, the angel stepped on the necromancer’s back and spoke.

“Salvation? “I will do it.”

The musket was aimed.

“God’s protection will guide you to hell.”

The necromancer looked back. My eyes widened as I saw the holy power swirling from the muzzle of the gun.

“Ah ah…. ahhh!”

A gunshot rang out.

Every time the angel took a step, the necromancer was bewildered.

Angels were merciless toward those who dealt with death.

When the trigger was pulled, there was only death.

An angel stood in front of an iron door.

He kicked.

The iron door was broken by the heavy force. And the light in the angel’s helmet appeared.

Many necromancers gathered magic at the cost of their lifespan until just before their death.

Meanwhile, Bethum was holding a cane with a surprised expression on his face.

He also gathered all his magical power and looked at the being called ‘Angel’.

“Is that… an angel?”

small in size Yet, the heavy iron armor is moving.

Is this the monster that single-handedly took over Humite?

“Shoot!”

As Bethum muttered in fascination, the necromancers shouted, blood rising in their necks.

Fire magic, ice magic, curses, miasma, and all other intermediate magic spewed out.

The angel lifted a heavy shield in his left hand.

The magic crashed into the angel’s shield.

Burning and freezing. The surrounding area melted away due to the curse and poison.

It is so powerful that an ordinary human being would not even have a body left before blocking it with a shield.

But the angel was fine.

He took a step back in shock. But that too took a brief step forward.

The eye glow inside the helmet was so scary that it gave me goosebumps.

“Ahhhh!”

Even Bethum, who thought it was a joke, was terrified.

He unleashed all his magical power.

Eyes imbued with holy power watched them quietly.

It’s like observing their magic.

“Huh…. Huh…. Huh….”

One by one, the necromancers collapsed from exhaustion.

Their magic was cut off, and finally, Bethum sat down, gasping for breath.

He raised his head.

It was fine.

There is no trace of scorching on the armor. The holy power emanating from his body protects him.

“Ah, Yudai…!”

Bethum prayed to the god he served.

The angel imbued the musket with holy power and aimed it.

The muzzle of the musket contained a flame.

One of the magic used by necromancers.

“The magic… was copied?”

No matter how simple the structure of the Necromancer’s attack magic is, does this mean that he understood it at a glance?

Fire spewed out from the muzzle and burned the necromancers.

I hear screaming.

Bethum looked back. The necromancers collapsed into charcoal.

When I turned my head again, trembling, the angel was right in front of me.

Bethum barely opened her trembling lips.

“What is your identity?”

The angel stretched out his hand without saying anything.

* *

The morning sun rose.

I stretched out feeling drowsy.

My body was throbbing. I was still tired from the riot I had done wearing the armor that Belog gave me as a gift early yesterday morning.

I rubbed my sleepy eyes and came down to the first floor of the inn.

The innkeeper smiled generously and served food.

We sat at the table and ate simple soup and bread for breakfast.

Harmon came and sat down opposite me.

“Together with the Red Cross, we interrogated the necromancer who infiltrated yesterday. “The name is…”

“Besum?”

“…Did you know?”

I know. Necromancers were able to share their field of vision with their familiars.

After using that skill and even using [Mind’s Eye], I was able to understand to some extent.

The problem is that if you use it multiple times, it can be counterproductive as it makes your vision dizzy.

I said as I broke the bread.

“I only know your name.”

Harmon’s meal was also served.

Harmon also said as he broke the bread.

“I came to check on Humite’s condition. He hasn’t told me what Earth he’s from yet, but give me a week and I’ll find out where he came from. “There is a Red Cross, so it’s not that difficult.”

At my request, Harman transported the necromancer to the imperial palace and brought some of the Red Cross to Humite.

In order to find out exactly about the [Chaos Plan], I was looking for necromancers who came here and interrogating them to find out about them.

The current reign of the Emperor was a sensitive time.

When the Celts learned about the [Chaos Plan], they immediately deployed troops to each city.

In addition, the Heavenly Army was deployed to the border area, keeping in mind the possibility that the Black Church and Aslan would form a cooperative relationship and invade.

If it is revealed that Aslan has done anything foolish, the battlefield will be Aslan, not the prosperous kingdom.

“okay. Find out as soon as possible.”

I got up from my seat.

“Where are you going?”

“I went to the library.”

“You mean the academy? A lot of people are leaving. “Why are you going there?”

“I’m going because there are a lot of books.”

In reality, there are many books left behind by necromancers. Most of the ones caught were small fish, so there was nothing to dig at.

Higher level magic books were stored in the academy.

It was especially interesting that there was a book related to the Four Lords.

“Rather than that, wouldn’t it be better to think about transferring?”

“Do you think you’ll have the energy to do Batman stuff all night long?”

“I don’t know what Batman is, but leave it to us to hunt them down.”

Harmon said, putting his hand on his chest and lowering his head.

“For us, we hope that the prince can live a normal life, even if only a little.”

Harmon, you speak well.

What kind of normal is this guy who tried to force him to come out of the monastery?

“Other princes also spent their school days at Humite. Try forgetting about work just a little bit and make friends…”

“I’ll think about it.”

I stuck my tongue out.

Harman went to their hideout to interrogate the captured necromancer, and I headed toward the academy.

As I was walking down the hallway past the academy’s main entrance and heading toward the library, I heard a familiar voice.

“It’s been a long time. Allen, no, is your fake identity here as Jeron Lipang?”

Jeron Lipang is a false identity adopted by Count Gernold.

The only people who knew about it were Seonghwangga and Harman.

I turned my head and looked at the other person.