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Whilst Asai continued to massacre the undead with his men, passive-aggressively suggesting they re-entered eternal slumber.

Robin broke off from formation, riding off through the abandoned ruins. Seemingly without a target, that was until she leapt off, vaulting off her horse itself. A beautiful volley of divinity slammed into a certain building that was already on the verge of collapse. Casting both [All in One] followed by [Holy Testimony] the 10 astral swords hovered just over the dark-elf who was in hiding.

Seeing the entire building collapse around him, due to being blasted by 13 magical arrows. As well as the now 10 astral swords that hovered above him. Threatening impalement upon all segments of his limbs. The necromancer quickly pissed himself as he whimpered in fear.

His gaze staring upon the little girl who appeared so flawlessly pure and holy.

"D-Devil!"

Robin Sol, frowned as she heard this. Especially so as she had to smell the man's rancid urine. With [Holy Testimony] hovering just above her position. And one particular blade lingering just before the man's throat, to shut him up. Her personal platoon quickly caught up to their captain, finding her to be towering over an elf clad in black robes. A get up, typical of necromancers. Especially when the man wore a necklace made of bone.

To be safe, Robin casted [Detect] to ensure her proximity was clear of any stealthy-hostiles. 

Glancing over to her men, she whistled out loud.

"Tie him up. He's an enemy, most likely the one who summoned all these undead bastards. Asai will want to have a word with him, I'm certain."

Having given her orders, she mounted the horse that had returned to her. Stroking its mighty mane as she appreciated its return. She trotted back over to Asai's location. Finding the duke to having finished with his business.

"Robin?"

Asai's gaze lingered upon Robin's beautiful white wings, and the buff she gave to everyone else. "Robin is literally my trump card here. Her holy element is a hard counter to these skeletons. I remember them being studier back when I came here only with Rosemi and Violet."

Robin glanced backwards, indicating with her eyes, her bountiful catch. "A present for you."

The dark-elf was dragged across as his knees scraped upon the dirt and stones. Wincing as his skin broke and tore, as his own urine flooded his wounds.

[??: Lvl 52]

"Tell me, where are the humans. Where is your base, and how many of you are there?"

The dark elf spat upon his horse's feet.

"Typical..."

"Mizumi, work your magic."

The dhan, seemingly appearing out of mid air. Kneeled before the dark-elf. Before her katar dug into his crotches. Severing his penis and testicles. Urine, blood, dirt and tears now flooded his groins as the man screamed and cried. Venting her stress upon the poor soul, she felt her stress fade away entirely. Especially enjoying the horror within the necromancer's eyes.

"Answer His Grace's questions, before I cook your little micro penis in a BBQ pit and feed it down your throat-"

"Oh.. fuck. I forgot she harboured negative notions towards men..." Glancing around, some of the knights were highly uncomfortable.

Between Kozumi's fingers were multiple vials of high quality HP potions. Upon her innocent face was a smirk that horrified the man to his core.

"-After that, it will be your balls, and then one by one your fingers-"

"-OKAY, okay! Alright! Ugh!" Tears treaming down his cheeks uncontrollable. He honestly desired a quick and painless death over such an humiliating one. "The humans have holed themselves up in a village, just south of here. Our base is hidden in an island far east from here, on Verrat Island. And- And, I don't know how many of us there are. It's not something I would bother counting!"

Mizumi glanced back to her lord, seeing him nod in satisfaction. Considering how they were still racing against the clock. Mizumi thrust her dagger through the man's neck, ending his life. Whilst Asai had more pressing concerns within his mind, the dhan out of habit quickly patted the mans body to find only the ring upon his finger.

Presenting it to her lord and duke.

[Skeleton Ring]

Level Requirement: 45

Requirements:

Stats

[Catalyst]

Empowers caster's necromancy output by 200%

Accepting the ring, buffing his ability.

[Summon Skeleton]

Skill costs both HP & MP. Maximum [25->50]

"I should give this ring to Violet when she catches up to me."

His mind wandering back to Violet. He remembered her explanation on wild-undead and controlled-undead. He had entirely forgotten that intelligent undead had to have their caster/summoner lingering around to give them orders. Thus, it was quite lucky that Robin's keen senses had located the necromancer in hiding.

"Mizumi, leave a note behind that's easily visible. Informing our reinforcements that we shall await them south from here."

"Asai, you believe in that necromancer's word?" Asked Robin.

"No not really, but it's better than nothing. Regardless of its authenticity, we will have to search for Count Jenson's location. We'll just keep an eye out for any evidence or tracks along the way." Seeing Robin nod in understanding, Asai turned to his men who were awaiting orders. Their adrenaline was still coursing through their bodies, as they occasionally shuddered from excitement from their easy victory over hostiles twice their number.

"Move out!"