Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer - Chapter 74

Episode 74 〈City of Slaves. 〉

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Two pairs of skeleton horses were fighting.

The tank ran across the barren land.

I sat on the violently shaking tram and leaned against the wall.

Hans’ complexion was pale, as if he were motion sick.

He vomited the contents he had eaten into the desert.

“are you okay?”

Tinya patted Hans on the back.

“It’s okay. Ugh…”

Hans leaned back against the tram, wiping his vomit-covered mouth.

I watched him for a while, exhausted, and then summoned a warp scroll from the item window.

After using Amon’s grimoire, I became interested in warp.

Hans spoke with difficulty, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief.

“You said it’s cheap, but it’s actually a very good item, right?”

“You can only move 3 meters.”

“Look around the world. Can I get a scroll that can warp 3m? That alone is worth hundreds of gold coins.”

“Is it that expensive?”

“…although no one actually lives there.”

Hans smiled wryly.

Actually, it’s not very practical.

It was 3m.

It was a distance you could jump three times with your feet wide apart.

Who would pay money for this?

I stared at the warp scroll for a while.

“It feels like I’m being sucked into the warp. Truly. “It was so strange.”

I remembered the time I fainted after using Amon’s Spellbook.

Among the words in the dream I saw at that time, there was one that bothered me.

Black hole.

It was a word that came from a vague memory.

The black hole in Nasus’ warp gate and Hans’ warp scroll capsule.

These three There was a strong sense of commonality:

“I have a question.”

I looked at Hans and asked,

“Is it possible to travel through dimensions using warp?”

Hans was startled, held his chin, thought about it,

looked at me and said,

“It’s not impossible.”

“Is it possible?”

I was surprised and asked,

“If it’s Warp, aren’t you currently using it, Allen?”

I’m using warp?

Hans shrugged his shoulders and said,

“What do you think summoning the dead is in the first place? It’s a summoning spell that summons souls who have left this world from another dimension. This is also a type of warp.”

“So you’re saying I can also use warp to move to another place?”

Hans shook his head.

“Souls and living creatures are different. You can’t warp humans through summoning the dead.”

“You mean different?”

“The unit of weight and molecule, as well as the splitting and recombining properties during warp, are different. In the case of the soul, it is much easier compared to the living body. If we solve the law of the ancient alchemist Gragas…”

Hans explained, but I found it complicated. It was as if I had heard a mathematical formula and I couldn’t understand a single word.

I stuck my tongue out and said,

“Okay, just get to the point. Are you saying that dimensional travel is possible?”

“It is possible. The only problem is how far away you are. The force will be used in proportion to the distance.”

In Hans’s words, it is said that the source of this world is not one.

It is said that there is another dimension overlapping in the visible world.

The Middle Earth, where humans live, Purgatory where dead souls go, and the Giant World, which is said to be imprisoned for fear of God, and the legendary world that forms nature. It is said that the spirit world

and other dimensions overlap in dozens of layers.

“As the distance is narrow, the energy consumed is also short. Because the walls between dimensions are very narrow, souls just escape without the need to break down into molecules. However, “For a living organism, it would be difficult because of its size, even if it were broken down into molecules.”

“So you’re saying it’s impossible for the living to move between dimensions?”

“No. In theory, it is possible if you use energy that can ‘break down’ the wall. Of course, you would have to apply tremendous force.”

In his words, it is said that one can only break through the dimensional wall by mobilizing power comparable to that of a god.

In other words, dimensional travel was close to impossible for humans.

“Something is amazing.”

As Hans exclaimed with admiration, he tightened his throat.

“I didn’t become a merchant in the frontier because I didn’t have any skills. I did it because I didn’t have money and materials. If I had those things, I could confidently be the best alchemist on the continent.” .”

I wasn’t complimenting you, right?

Still, it felt good, so I decided to go along with it.

“Did you learn alchemy from your parents?”

“No, I am self-taught. My parents passed away leaving behind only the books I studied when I was young.”

Hans spoke about himself and said,

“Do you know why I risk my life on the treasure mountain? To have fun? No, it’s for my dream. To spend my life studying alchemy and to reach the truth of the world! That is. “It’s my life’s goal.”

I let out an exclamation at what Hans said.

I thought he was just a greedy and goalless merchant, but he had quite lofty goals.

“Even though you have such skills, you don’t belong somewhere?”

“The world is not that easy. The corruption in the alchemist profession is too severe to compete based on skill. Is there a noble in this world who would support me, a lowly person with no personal connections?”

After hearing those words, I looked at Hans for a long time.

“Hans.”

“Yes, you say so. Do you have any other questions?”

His voice became lighter, perhaps because he was happy to talk about his personal history.

“Come to the Holy Emperor’s Kingdom later.”

“yes?”

Hans made a foolish expression.

“If you are interested in working for the Seonghwang family, come to me. I will not spare any support.”

Hans’ mouth fell open.

It must have been because the prince was talking and he could provide support.

Then Tinya shouted,

“We’ve arrived. It’s Jebelium!”

Hans and I looked in the direction Tinya said.

We saw a city made of hardened sand on a barren land.

It was the slave city of Yebelium.

* *

We destroyed the skeletal horse and put the chariot in the item window.

Me and Tinya Hans walked to the city. .

Entering the city was easy.

I passed the checkpoint by bribing some of the silver coins found in the ruins.

As I passed through the outer gate and went inside, I saw a lively market and merchants.

“Selling Ajin! Selling healthy Ajin! Orcs, Dwarves, Elves. All of them. sell!”

“The art of night technology! A heavy slave who will warm up lonely ladies for only 1 gold!”

“I am a former mercenary slave who will be a guard during the day and a servant during the hot nights. Now, go find me!”

The main product in the market was slaves.

Slaves were selling people like fruit sellers.

I smiled wryly at the quite heterogeneous sight.

“There are a lot of slaves.”

Tinya smiled bitterly beside her,

“Because this is a world where even princesses become slaves.”

I placed my hand on Tinya’s head.

Tinya took out a flower pot from her luggage.

It was a weed that the children had given her as a gift before leaving.

Every time she got the chance, Tinya poured holy water on the weeds and took care of them.

“Do you think they are precious?”

“It’s a dream and a hope. A hope that even weeds can grow in this land.”

Tinya smiled brightly.

She seemed to have just remembered something and said,

“But how do you use the magic to summon a sacred skeleton?”

“No matter how you use it, the theory is the same as you know. I heard you’ve used necromancy too?”

However, in my case, I summoned the dead based on the game system.

It was almost impossible to summon the dead with the characteristics of an elf, which has holy power and mana rather than magical power.

But Tinya did not give up.

“Can you tell me what you feel?” “Isn’t there any?”

“feeling?”

“Yes. It’s a feeling. Angel, what kind of feeling do you use to summon divine undead?”

I thought about it carefully and said,

“I’m just thinking about the image. The ability of the dead person to be summoned and the holy power that will be consumed accordingly. It feels like it is being summoned by integrating them. It’s as if the dead people who responded to the call come out with will.”

“Feeling called upon? Will?”

Tinya looked surprised at those words.

She put down the flower pot she was holding on the ground and raised her staff.

Holy power and mana fluctuated.

Light of holy power and mana flowed from her fingertips. She

tried to summon the dead. It was like writing.

It couldn’t possibly work out, but she doesn’t know how to give up.

That’s a good thing, though.

I watched her in silence and then looked away.

The corner of the city was noisy.

“Oh! That’s amazing. It’s our 9th win in a row!”

“It looks like a slave who was a Holy Knight of the Holy Emperor’s Kingdom?”

“A prosperous kingdom? Why are you talking about that unlucky country?”

“But guess what! I made money thanks to that guy! Haha!”

People gathered together, laughing.

And among them, slaves were marching.

Seeing the unfamiliar sight, I left Tinya and Hans alone and headed there.

At that time, I heard Tinya say,

“Huh? That’s enough!”

That’s when I looked at Tinya in shock.

I heard cheers.

Slaves were passing by, escorted by skeletons. Among them, I saw someone who stood out quite clearly. His

wrists were restrained, but he was riding in a carriage, not like a slave.

On both sides . The female slaves fed him fruit.

Compared to other slaves, he is treated differently.

Although the man looked tired, his face was bright with color.

“Haha! Do you know who I am? I am the prince. The prince. ! Am I yelling at orcs or slaves?”

The person on the carriage burst into laughter.

The citizens who saw it exclaimed in admiration.

“This is our 9th consecutive win! If we win just once, that slave will be free too!”

“But he’s crazy.”

“I might be dragged down and killed for insulting the royal family later!”

That’s true.

The person in the carriage was insane.

There was a war going on with the Holy Emperor’s Kingdom, but he was shouting that he was the prince of a foreign country. It was nothing short of crazy. What was

even crazier was that it was true.

I was spellbound as I looked at that slave. I ended up losing it.

For some reason, the face looked familiar.

A slave of the Holy Empire who participated in a martial arts match.

No, the man who was the old 3rd prince!

“Why are you here, brother?”

Rupel All Falls.

He was laughing and hugging the female slaves.

* *

The older brother I met after a long time was quite unique.

He was cheering from people and was stretching his neck as if he was showing off.

…Why did people become like that?

Rupel It seems he fell to Aslan by the warp. What about

Oscar before that? Didn’t he fall with him?

I looked around, but I couldn’t see Oscar

. If he had been there, Rupel certainly wouldn’t have been a slave gladiator.

I looked at Rupel again, who had completely changed. .

The Rupel I knew was a man who would have fallen in a remote place like this and shed tears and snot.

But now, he is making a fuss.

I could guess the reason.

Many people are cheering him on. Moreover, even the female slaves are tempting him and pleasing him.

I guess it’s a shame that something that wasn’t recognized in the imperial palace is being recognized here.

I made my way through the crowd.

“older brother!”

“huh?”

Rupel turned his head and looked at me.

His eyes widened. I rubbed my eyes several times as if I couldn’t believe it.

And…

“Ah, is it Allen!”

As he was about to run towards me in joy, the soldiers stopped him.

Rupel was startled and took a step back.

The necromancers looked at me and pointed their spears.

“Who the hell are you.”

I was so embarrassed that I ended up talking.

Even if he was treated like a crazy person, it was dangerous to call him the prince here.

It would be best to pretend not to know for now.

Before that, my brother became a slave? What on earth happened?

Maybe that’s a good thing. The word slave probably means something that can be traded.

I pretended to take a bag out of my pocket and summoned a money bag from the item window.

“I will buy him.”

“what? What are you talking about. Authors are not products. “The next game is on…”

I opened my pocket and showed it.

Lots of gold coins.

This is a considerable amount for a single slave.

The necromancers’ eyes widened.

They faced each other.

“It’s a 9-game winning streak anyway. “It might be most effective to sell now.”

The necromancers nodded.

As they reached for the money bag I held out, another group of necromancers approached.

“stop! “We are taking that slave.”

I glanced at them.

He is wearing iron armor and a helmet.

Considerable armament. And behind them, there were slaves as if they were sacrifices to magical power.

He was a fairly authoritative necromancer.

He looked back and forth between me and Ruppel.

“What is your relationship with that slave?”

At those words, I cursed internally.

Watchful eyes.

I don’t know, but I guess they have ‘suspicions’ about Rupel.

Now was the time to step aside.

“I was just curious to hear that we had won 9 games in a row. “I was on a trip and needed an escort.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t sell it to you. “I plan to take the author to the Lord of Seong.”

“To the Lord of the castle? wherefore?”

The necromancer answered my question.

“I don’t know anything. “Take him.”

The skeletons captured Rupel. Rupel struggled as he was forcibly dragged away.

When he looked at me, I put my index finger to my lips and gaped.

-I will save you, so be quiet.

Rupel lowered his head at those words.

As the necromancers took Rupel away, Tinya and Hans walked over.

“Who is he?”

At Hans’s words, I quenched my appetite and said.

“It’s my brother.”

“You mean the prince?

Tinya, who didn’t know about me, tilted her head.

“Oh my god, it was true that Aslan was holding the prince. But being treated like a slave! If the Holy Kingdom finds out, they will be in an uproar.”

“That’s right.”

Above all, the governor of the castle seems to have figured out Rupel’s identity.

That’s probably why he dragged him away.

It became even more of a headache.

I sighed.

“Get ready to leave.”

“yes?”

“I took care of my brother and ran away.”

“But how…?”

Hans and Tinya looked at me.

Since he was taken away by the castle lord, it is highly likely that Ruppel was imprisoned in the castle.

“It’s obvious, right?”

If he’s been imprisoned, he can be taken out.

Anyway, since Rupel’s identity has been discovered, an investigation will be conducted on me as well

. In that case, it’s time to step forward before the other person does something.

“We have to make a mess.”

I turned my gaze.

A huge castle located on a hill.

I looked at the castle of Yebelium and relaxed.

* * *

The camp of the Holy Emperor.

Under the hot sun, the paladins stood firmly in their armor.

Troops with discipline . Aslan’s people could be seen sparsely between them.

“Thank you. Thank you!”

Raphael and Ellis treated Aslan’s people who were injured during the war.

From minor wounds to serious injuries, Raphael and Ellis did their best.

With their skills, they were able to treat even those who were dying without difficulty.

However, dozens of people per day . Treating hundreds of refugees was difficult.

Raphael smiled at Aslan’s grateful refugees.

At that moment, there was a small commotion at the guard post.

Someone was approaching the terrain of the Holy Empire.

Made of gold. An old man with a sword as a cane walked forward, staggering.

The paladins guarding the camp aimed their spears.

“Stop! Who are you…!”

“If you don’t want to get your throat cut, get out of the way right now.”

The old man’s words were full of deep murder.

The Paladins flinched and stiffened.

A fierce look glared at them from between their dry, dry hair.

“I will face His Majesty the Holy Emperor right now.”

A dry old man.

A face with withered hair and lifeless lips.

But it is a familiar face.

Realizing who he is, the paladins stiffen, and Raphael, who was watching the situation, jumps out.

It was a very welcome face for Raphael.

He must have met Amon 50 years ago. A hero who participated in the battle came to visit.

A legendary figure who served as a guide for the Holy Emperor and the Archbishop to Amon.

“Oskal? Isn’t it Oscar!”

The Golden Crusade’s vice-leader,

Sword King Oscar Baldr,

circumnavigated the desolate desert and reached the Holy Emperor’s encampment.