Interlude: The Stray Necromancer
“Whoa, a monster!”
The lizardfolk necromancer Shashi fell on his backside, surprised by a monster that appeared from the distortion layer.
“Skeletons! Attack that monster!”
“My servants! Protect us! Hey, get up, Shashi! You need to order your slaves, too!”
The older necromancers Shashi was traveling with all jumped into action, ordering the undead they controlled to attack the monster.
“O-okay! Fight, slaves!”
Responding to Shashi’s shaky command, the undead raised their staffs and scythes and joined in on the attack against the monster. The undead older frogfolk necromancer, Zanzasansa, commanded, and all were equipped with weapons. However, the skeletons only had farming tools. They were low-level and thus unable to withstand the monsters’ attacks, resulting in a lot of the skeletons’ bones being broken, rendering them unable to move.
“They’re not even able to withstand such an easy opponent. They’re useless, just like their master.”
Shashi bit his lips in response to the criticism from the middle-aged ratfolk necromancer, Zozo. The fact that Zozo, a small ratfolk man, was criticizing a frogfolk who had a more impressive body made a comical scene, but that had nothing to do with Shashi.
Perhaps to avoid watching any longer, an older necromancer stroked his beard as he intervened.
“Let’s not speak ill of one another. Shashi, repair the broken skeletons with necromancy. If you’re able to.”
“Y-yeah. I can do it. I’ll do it. Kokkaku Shuufuku Repair Skeleton Kotsugou Shuufuku.”
Shashi didn’t use a general repair spell, instead opting for a spell specifically for skeletons.
“You did well learning such a minor spell.”
“Eh-heh, i-it’s handy.”
“Don’t compliment him. Using Repair Lesser Under would have been more handy. It can be used on all low-level undead.”
“T-that’s true…”
Shashi sulked in response to the middle-aged necromancer’s scathing criticism.
“Repair Skeleton uses less mana. He made the right choice using it on skeletons.”
“Th-that’s true, yeah.”
“Anyway, get back up. We need to make it to the Temple of the Evil God before nightfall.”
“Y-yessir.”
Shashi stood up after repairing the skeletons, and the necromancers continued their journey. They came up against more monsters, their number of undead decreasing steadily as they finally reached their destination, the Temple of the Evil God.
“Ugh, since we had deadweight slowing us down, it’s already late at night.”
“S-sorry.”
Shashi lowered his head in response to the middle-aged man’s criticism.
“Now, this is the real thing, so make sure to pay attention.”
“That reminds me, what was the high-level undead that was spotted here? Was it a wraith or a wight? There’s no way it’s a ghost, right?”
“We’ll have to investigate that, too. From the information we did get, it doesn’t seem to be a ghost.”
“In that case, it’s a wight or a wraith… If it’s a wight, I’m pretty confident we can get it under control. However, if it’s a wraith, I’m not so sure. Do you guys think you can get it under control?”
“Don’t worry. Just in case, we’ll use the demon lord’s relic, Dark Lord of Necromancy. There’s no undead that will be able to withstand it.”
“That’s a relief. All right, let’s go.”
“Y-yes.”
The middle-aged necromancer took the lead as the three of them followed him to the Temple of the Evil God.
“…That’s right, there is no undead it can’t control. Even if it were simply fighting the remaining traces of the Dark Lord of Necromancy,” the older necromancer mumbled to himself quietly.
“Did you say something?!”
“Don’t worry yourself about it. It’s just the mumblings of an old man.”
“Huh? Okay. I guess we should head inside.”
“Precisely. There won’t be a path to follow, so we’ll just keep going forward.”
The three necromancers vanished into a darkness where no light could reach, as if resembling the dark fate that awaited them.
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