Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer - Chapter 73

Episode 73 〈City of Slaves. 〉

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Aslan’s camp.

Numerous tents were spread out over the barren land.

“Aaaah! It hurts… it hurts! therapist. “Therapist!”

As the soldier cried, the medics rushed to him.

The wound was stitched and a potion was poured to heal it.

Aslan’s campsite was truly shabby.

There were many wounded soldiers, and many were struggling with hunger.

Even necromancers, who are praised as high-ranking nobles, are unable to drink even a sip of water properly.

At first, the number of troops was 50,000. However, it decreased to 30,000 in just one month.

While preventing the invasion of the Holy Emperor, soldiers died, were defeated, and deserted the front lines.

Aslan is barely able to prevent the invasion of the Holy Empire.

They had no more strength left to endure.

In the end, King Rahamma bowed his pride and proposed a truce to the Holy Empire.

As a result, Aslan was in a position where he had to accept as much as possible the conditions desired by the Holy Empire.

“A letter has arrived!”

A reply came from the Holy Emperor’s Office.

12 Prince No. The masters of each region, now numbering only eight, held their breath.

They looked at a man sitting in the command tent.

A man in his mid to late 60s.

Emperor Rahamma, who has a massive body and is clad in iron armor.

With two slaves on either side, he opened his closed eyes and looked at the skirmishers.

“Is it from the Holy Emperor’s Kingdom?”

The scout who brought the letter from the Holy Emperor swallowed dry saliva.

He trembled and lowered his head.

“…I have received a letter from the Holy Emperor. The response to this declaration of armistice is positive.”

Rahamma wiped his face.

It was truly humiliating.

Although he started the war first, he was defeated and was begging the enemy to save him.

Who would have thought that an old man over 100 years old could be like that?

Why are the vampires holding their breath in fear of him? It seemed like they knew if they were alive or not.

Even if the Sword King Oscar was not there, the crowd alone was not enough to handle it.

Moreover, contact with Nasus, who dealt with the Sword King, was cut off.

Even the investigation team that had sent out to scout was missing.

The situation was going from bad to worse.

‘I can’t help it. This time, it’s my loss.’

He had no choice but to admit it.

If things continue like this, it will only be a matter of time before the Holy Emperor invades and captures the capital.

The slave trembled and delivered the letter brought by the scouts to Rahamma.

Rahamma quietly opened the letter and read it.

‘…. ”

Rahamma tilted his head after checking the contents. And… he grabbed the slave next to him by the neck and twisted it.

Kwasik!

My neck breaks. At the same time, the slave’s vitality drained away and he dried up like a mummy.

The remaining slave barely managed to hold back his screams by covering them with his hands.

Rahamma’s face turned red.

His face was distorted with anger, and the energy of death spread around him.

The feudal lords were startled and quickly knelt down in front of him and bowed their heads.

“You damn old man…!”

The content of the letter was simple.

Declare surrender immediately. Additionally, Aslan will serve and pay tribute to the Holy Emperor for 10 years.

King Rahamma took responsibility for this war…

“…bowing naked and kissing the toes?”

King Rahamma tore up the letter.

This is not a declaration of ceasefire, but a contract of subordination.

Also, as a ruler, there must be a minimum level of courtesy, but Seonghwang abandoned such courtesy.

This was a provocation.

In the first place, the other party wasn’t even thinking about a power outage.

Seonghwang is angry.

And he was directing his anger towards Aslan.

In the future, countless cities will burn and Aslan will lose everything.

fall.

Indeed, the prosperous Celts were trying to wipe Aslan off the map.

King Rahamma gritted his teeth.

“No, it’s still okay.”

He struggled to control his mind. I sat back down and pressed my temples.

‘I have children.’

Ain’s children amount to 100.

A unit specializing in assassination and necromancy.

Hashashin.

These were warriors he had painstakingly raised for decades.

If we use them, we can somehow prevent the invasion of the Holy Empire.

In the worst case, a plan would have to be made to assassinate the Holy Emperor.

The speed of the monstrous Seonghwang Island invasion is gradually decreasing.

I didn’t show it, but I guess I’m gradually getting tired of the success.

The opportunity will be when they get tired and stop marching.

It was a time when King Rahamma was in deep distress.

“Him and Your Majesty.”

Rahamma glanced at the skirmishers.

“I have one more thing to report to you.”

Rahamma frowned.

The scout handed out the report with trembling hands, and this time Rahamma stood up and opened the report himself.

The content inside was the whereabouts of the blood relatives of the Holy Emperor family.

Rahamma’s eyes widened.

“Rupel Allpols, who appears to be the third prince, has been discovered in the slave city of Yebelium.”

He was one of the grandsons whom Seonghwang sought so much.

likewise

! “The only son of the Holy Emperor and the crown prince of the Holy Emperor’s kingdom.”

The scout broke out in a cold sweat and lowered his head even further.

“White All Falls! He is also believed to be in the slave city of Yebelium…”

The scout could not continue speaking.

Rahamma reached out, grabbed the skirmisher’s head, and exploded it.

Blood was sprayed everywhere.

Rahamma was excited and took a deep breath.

He broke into a cold sweat and looked at the letter and report in his hands.

There is no problem with the 3rd prince. He had already thrown it away.

The problem is White All Falls!

It was the Crown Prince, the son of the Holy Emperor.

I never thought he was still alive! Why has the son of the Emperor been missing for 11 years?

Also, why are you near the 3rd prince? Didn’t Nasus kill the Sword King and kidnap the princes? no way…?

Rahamma was possessed by an ominous premonition.

Nasus failed to catch the Sword King.

And Oscar and the princes are hiding in Aslan.

Also, what if he joined White All Falls?

‘A collection of monsters.’

The person who was praised as a monster next to the Holy Emperor was Crown Prince White.

And Sword King Oscar was also an object of fear.

‘They are on my territory!’

The number of vampires who died at the hands of the crown prince is countless.

Aslan, a being once feared by vampires, exists in Yebelium, a city near the capital.

What if the prosperous Celts and the Crown Prince Oscar the White Sword King invade the capital from all directions?

There is no way Rahamma could handle it.

He held his hands trembling.

A nation that had existed for thousands of years collapsed because of one’s own ambition.

He had to wonder whether he should truly bow his head to the Holy Emperor.

‘Not yet. Not yet. Even if I commit suicide, do you want to dishonor the king’s name?’

Rahamma gritted his teeth.

“…moving the army.”

The princes raised their heads and looked at Rahamma.

“The attack point is…”

Rahamma shifted in his seat and looked at the map on the command table.

The horses representing the troops on the map were moved to Jebelum.

“Jebelum, the city of slaves. “I’m burning this place down.”

The feudal lords were astonished and astonished.

What does that mean? Attacking their own city!

Rahamma gritted his teeth and said.

“The success alone is overwhelming. The declaration of a ceasefire has already passed. In that case, we must somehow stop what the Holy Emperor wants to do.”

“But according to the report earlier, it appears to be speculation rather than certainty. There is a suspicion within that the war was started by sacrificing nobles…”

Rahamma glared at the feudal lord.

The feudal lord could not continue speaking and lowered his head.

After a moment of silence, King Rahamma spoke again.

“We will surround the city before the crown prince and princes realize it. And kill everyone in the city.”

For now, the power of the Seonghwangbeopguk had to be reduced as much as possible.

Rather than waiting for destruction like this, they should have struggled.

“Aslan will not perish in this war. This body will stop it at any cost! Anyone who raises objections must sacrifice his head. “Then listen to my story.”

This meant that there would be no objection from anyone.

The princes bowed their heads at Rahamma’s words.

“I will follow your orders.”

At the words of the princes, Rahamma looked at the report again.

White All Falls.

Why did a person who had been missing for 11 years suddenly appear?

Rahamma was furious and tore up the report.

* *

The slaves, or rather the people of Aslan who have now found freedom, have made a new home in the ruins.

Watching them adapt quickly, I prepared to leave.

The treasures, siege weapons, and stone statues of the Cyclops Golem from the ruins were stored in the item window.

I also didn’t forget to take some of the dragon’s scales and meat.

“Are you really giving these to us?”

Damon looked at the remaining treasure mountain and dragon meat with a surprised expression.

Excluding the body, only one leg of the dragon remained at the ruins.

I nodded.

“Don’t you think this will last you a few months?”

“Yes, that’s true.”

Damon made a puzzled expression.

“But there is a story that comes from ancient times. Knights and wizards who eat dragon meat grow rapidly… Are you really giving us such precious meat?”

“Even if I tried it, how effective would it be? There’s not enough food here anyway. Besides, if you don’t eat it quickly, it will rot.”

Of course, the meat in the item window will be preserved as is.

Damon couldn’t bear to refuse, so he eventually bowed his head and expressed his gratitude.

“Thank you for your grace. “I will make sure to become the angel’s strength.”

“I am not weak enough to lend my strength to people who are having a hard time getting ahead.”

Hans played the role of directions.

Since I couldn’t delay any longer, I summoned a skeleton horse.

“Oh oh! Holy Skeleton Horse. “I can’t believe I can see this up close!”

Hans looked around at the skeleton horse, his eyes shining.

The skeletons I summoned connected the tank and skeletal horse in the ruins.

It was made to run as fast as possible.

“Are you sure you want to leave?”

Damon, Tinya, and countless others gathered together and looked at me with regret.

As I was packing my bags, I couldn’t help but smile awkwardly when I saw them.

“Are you going to follow me again this time?”

Damon shook his head.

“I have to take care of them. but.”

Damon glanced at Tinya.

Tinya, holding a rough wooden staff with both hands, carefully stepped forward.

“Can I…can I accompany you?”

I looked at Tinya.

“Why? You also prepared a safe place, right?”

“that is… “I want to learn magic from the angel.”

“what?”

“I know it’s rude, but I want to become your disciple and learn your teachings.”

It seemed like he made an effort to change what he meant to say, “believer,” into another word.

You still don’t believe she’s an angel, do you?

“I don’t have the talent to teach magic to anyone.”

Tinya nodded as if she had made up her mind.

“Maybe I can’t follow the angel’s teachings. But I’ll try. “I will never become an obstacle.”

Tinya’s words reminded me of Charlotte.

A girl who showed a firm determination to serve me.

Now that I think about it, you must be very worried.

I said with a faint smile of longing.

“Nothing good would come from being with me.”

The prince of the Holy Emperor and the princess of Aslan.

Isn’t this an inappropriate combination?

“Is that possible? He is the one who gave us dreams and hopes, so how could he…”

I stuck my tongue out at Tinya’s empty words.

What are dreams and hopes?

These are slaves who lived strong lives despite being oppressed and suffering from their masters.

Among them were old necromancers, and there were people with a variety of experiences, from brutal people like mercenaries, hunters, and assassins to servants, maids, merchants, and farmers.

Even without my help, he would have been able to survive.

“Besides, angel, you don’t know much about this place, so I’ll guide you. “Please let me serve you.”

At those words, I looked at Hans.

Hans looked perplexed.

“Ah, in my case, I will just give you directions and return to this historic site.”

Instead of studying alchemy with Damon’s help, Hans decided to educate the people who remained here.

Of course, the real goal is the mountain of treasure that is still piled up.

I looked at Tinya.

Come to think of it, I needed a guide I could trust.

“Do you know the way to the Holy Kingdom?”

Tinya’s face brightened.

“yes! Sure. As long as you arrive in the city, I can guide you to the walls of the Holy Empire!”

“Then it will be a short trip, but please take care of me.”

I held out my hand, and Tinya perked up her ears and took my hand.

Tinya looked at the hand she had shaken and smiled brightly.

Damon smiled softly at Tinya as if he were his daughter.

I looked at Hans. I looked at him and asked,

“But which city are we going to?”

Hans took out a map and took out a compass that seemed to have been made through alchemy.

“You just have to go a little further north. If you go there…”

Hans looked at the map and said to me,

“You will find the city of slaves, Yebelium. “I will.”

* *

Crown Prince White Allpols was walking through the slave city called Yevellium. There were

numerous tents erected and merchants selling slaves making a fuss.

“Handsome guy over there! What do you think of this slave? He’s perfect for serving you for the night!” “Technology is also art!”

“Man? Woman? Whatever your preference, we’ll cater to it!”

The slave traders spoke to White.

Each time, White smiled awkwardly and waved his hand.

He let out a long sigh.

It is difficult to find the way here in Aslan. Not only is the distance between cities long, but there are also small villages along the way. It was difficult.

It was such a dangerous place that if you got lost in the barren land, it would be difficult to find for at least a few days or even until you die.

White stopped walking and looked at the flyer on the wall.

‘Is this the only one?’

He

looked at the flyer hanging on the wall. The top ticket departs in 10 days.

If you pay a certain amount of money, you will be guided to the next destination.

White looked at the flyer next to it.

[Colosseum martial arts stadium! Your skills. Challenge!]

White tilted his head as he looked at it.

Come to think of it, there were many games using slaves in Aslan. As

White was looking at the flyer hanging on the wall, an old beggar sitting on the street started talking to him.

“Why? ?Are you interested in a martial arts competition?”

White looked at the old man.

The old man, whose lower body was covered with a blanket, was begging with a can in front of him.

The old man smiled at White.

White looked at the old man, scratched his head, and pointed to the winning prize on the flyer.

“The product is a vampire slave.”

“Isn’t it tempting? It’s like the best magic ingredient for necromancers!”

“Hmm.”

“Participants other than slaves are also given a prize for each time they survive. Of course…”

The old man lifted the blanket covering his legs.

The legs covered in bloody bandages looked lifeless. It didn’t look like it was there.

It was fortunate that it wasn’t rotting.

“It could have hurt you a lot, though.”

“…It would be nice to have someone looking for me and be able to interrogate vampires, but I’m busy right now.”

“Who are you looking for?”

The old man tilted his head.

“Do you need a vampire to find someone?”

“Yes, my family is very complicated…”

White gathered his appetite.

The old man looked at White with a puzzled look, then turned his attention to the street.

“Oh, they happen to be the new slaves who survived this time. Now they are 9. “You will have to fight many times to survive.”

White looked away at the old man’s words.

Slaves were seen being tied up and dragged away by necromancers and the skeletons they had summoned.

They were all of different races.

There are brown orcs, old people, and children.

A few young men were also seen.

White smiled bitterly as he looked at them.

For some reason, a man like his own son was also being taken away.

“…uh?”

No, he’s not like his son, he’s his real son!

The 3rd prince, Rupel Orfols, was being dragged away by necromancers, sobbing.

White, stunned, rubbed his eyes.

No matter how many times I checked, it was my son’s wife whom I hadn’t seen in a long time.

The old man tilted his head at White’s reaction.

“Why is that?”

“No, that’s because it’s quite embarrassing.”

White groaned and said to the old man:

At the same time, he glanced at the slaves being dragged away.

“Could you possibly know anything about this country? “It’s a deeper story than just a war story.”

“What kind of story do you want? “In addition to the simple story, there are several conspiracy theories that Aslan is hiding.”

The old man curled his fingers and smiled.

“I need money.”

“The only money I have is travel expenses. “It’s a long journey, but…”

White squatted down and was at the old man’s eye level.

I looked around and when people didn’t seem to be interested, I put my hand on the old man’s leg.

As the holy power was injected, the old man’s legs twitched.

The old man took a deep breath from the sacred energy.

I felt sensation in my legs.

The old man looked at his leg and then at White with eyes filled with astonishment.

My leg, which I had been told would not work for the rest of my life, was completely cured in an instant!

There is such a miracle!

White pretended to cover his mouth with his index finger.

“Can you tell me a story? Something about the martial arts competition and the Aslan conspiracy theory. “I think there’s a story I haven’t heard.”

The old man nodded his head several times.

“I will tell you anything. I will tell you everything I know!”