17 17. The prince really rolls.

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“Tsk.”

I became a prisoner in solitary.

I stared at Harman, the paladin outside the bars in prison.

“Hey, what's my name? ”

“... Allen Olfolds. ”

“What's your position?"

“He is the seventh grandson of His Holiness. ”

At that I smiled faintly.

I had never felt better about trusting the other person with just the background.

Well, the result is rather unfortunate.

“Why am I in jail like that? ”

“If you are guilty, you must pay for your sins. Just stay there for a week. ”

“Funny!”

I spoke to Haman with my tongue.

“Is the Earl's eldest son still alive? ”

“Fortunately, he's alive. ”

“What would I do if I killed him? ”

“... will be imprisoned. ”

“How much?”

“... about half a year. ”

Just like that? The Holy Father's grandson. Even without leverage, the benefits are good!

An Earl would still be a nobleman.

Wouldn't it be great to kill a piece of trash and go to jail?

Here, I can read, eat and exercise without having to read a corpse.

As the Holy Father's grandson and lord graciously treats me, my standard of living will be guaranteed.

“I should have made it a confessor if I couldn't. ”

“... and I'll be responsible for it. ”

Haman takes off his helmet and wipes his sweat with a handkerchief.

Even if I did kill him, it would be Haman in front of me.

He's my protector.

I looked at Haman like that.

A Terminator figure reveals his feelings little by little.

Quite satisfied

Nothing's more fun than making fun of a clumsy guy.

“Don't be afraid. If you were going to kill him, you should have split his head first. I was just trying to teach you a lesson. ”

“For what? ”

“Just.”

“Just?”

I gave him a refreshing smile instead of an answer.

Haman squeezes his temples.

“I understand. But...”

Haman looked at me and asked.

“When did you learn the Word? ”

“Decree?”

I tilted my head, and Haman gave me a confused look.

“No, it's nothing. Please keep your head down. ”

“Come on. Give me something to eat when I'm bored." And reading it for free. History books would be nice. It feels good to read fantasy novels. ”

I nodded and waved to Haman, who was far away.

A week.

I took an unexpected vacation.

I looked into the prison.

The prison is cleaner than I thought.

It is not a dungeon that is dark, smelly, wet, or smelly.

It looks like you've tidied up your unused storage. There's a bed.

There were no prisoners on the other side. Occasionally, it is quiet except for the noise coming from beyond the wall.

Looks like I'm the only one.

Looks like you purposely cleared one of the zones for me.

Actually, it's a prison. It's a little studio vibe.

Thanks to this, it feels quite cozy.

This should be enough for about a week.

Rather, I needed some personal time.

He's been obsessed with magic these days.

This is strangely interesting.

I was far from studying in my previous life, but my achievements are not a joke because I have learned magic.

Someone went to prison when I pulled the Necromancer magic book out of the item window.

It's Charlotte.

They must have come with the paladin's permission.

It's hard to recognize because of the shallow facial expressions, but it seems to be difficult for you to see the frown.

“Sorry, it's because of me. ”

Charlotte bows.

“What are you talking about? ”

I wasn't going to help.

This guy is quick to spot. If I just let it go, it must have worked itself out.

“I get help every time. ”

I don't know what you're talking about.

I don't think I've ever helped this guy before, but, uh, thank you for meeting him for saving my life.

I tilt my head, but Salot stands silent.

I could only look at him.

I said with a fat face.

“Never mind. Go and get something to eat. ”

“...? ”

“Not the food I'm giving you here. The one you made at the monastery. It was delicious.”

Charlotte's cooking skills are excellent. Since the common ingredients in the countryside are quite delicious, the fine ingredients received from the lord will make better food.

“If you tell the lord I sent you, he'll lend you some ingredients and a kitchen. I'm bored, so make me some. ”

“... I understand. ”

In my words, Charlotte smiles softly and bows her head.

* *

The paladin Haman was in command of the prisoners on the outskirts of Lonia.

A blizzard swept over my face.

This Blizzard is dangerous. Eyes are piling up too high.

Ronia's territory has a low exterior wall of just 12 meters.

If the snow piles up and it hardens, it will set the dead free.

You'd better work fast and keep your eyes peeled.

'Maybe a week.'

After completing this task, the time has come to release the prince.

- He did it because of me. Forgive me.

A girl in the monastery came to see Haman. She told me what was going on.

When Haman heard that, he doubted his ears.

In fact, it was the Earl's eldest son, Heiss, who caused the commotion, and the prince withheld such heights.

'It was more about assault than confusion.'

In the process, the prince showed a different appearance.

It was only for a short time, but I was a descendant of a noble bloodline who showed me authority and majesty.

No, apart from that, he used the Declaration.

I used my voice to make the air around me heavy, and I made the listener feel pressure.

'The prince didn't seem to recognize it.'

Very few charismatic commanders were able to use it freely.

There were not many people who could learn magic, master sexual power, or utter 'unconscious' words.

As Haman, I wanted to ask the prince a lot of questions.

I was curious about how he used the Declaration and where he learned it.

Has there been anything since the suicide three months ago?

But a person can't change in just three months.

Haman frowns and clears his head.

He looks back at the prisoners who are working since dawn.

Prisoners dig their eyes out with shovels.

“... Quiet. ”

The whirling blizzard obscures my vision.

It is quiet enough that you can hear nothing but the sound of the wind.

Only the groaning and shoveling of the prisoners resounded.

It was strange.

December 25, the day King Amon died.

This is the time when magic will become most powerful on the command's land.

Nevertheless, the screams stained with the groaning and suffering of the dead do not resound on the land of the commander.

On a day that is more peaceful than last year, prisoners look relieved.

But Haman was anxious.

It's like the night before the storm.

It was too peaceful.

I should have seen hundreds of undead in Lonia by now. I didn't see a single one.

'... something's not right. It's the first time this has happened since the Commander King died.'

It's been 50 years since the great hero, the current Pope Celt Olfolds, killed the commander king.

During that time, the land of the commander repeatedly searched for a time when the dead would gather and scatter.

The 25th of December, when the Lord Commander disappeared, was particularly at a time when the dead would be ravaged, but now it was awfully quiet.

‘I suggest you report to His Holiness immediately. ’

What an ominous tranquility.

Something's wrong.

I hoped it would be a good sign, but if it were the other way around, I couldn't stand for it.

That's what Haman called the prisoners.

“It's lunchtime. Everyone inside the territory. ”

The prisoners stopped shoveling as if they were alive.

They shrug and head for Fort Ronia one by one to avoid the cold.

“Hiic · · ·! ”

Suddenly, a prisoner looks back in surprise.

He tilts his head.

I don't see my colleague who was just following me.

The prisoner tilts his head and looks at the blizzard.

Like a dark fog, cloudy eyes obscured my vision. Inside, I saw a dark young man.

The prisoner shouts if he thought it was an ally.

“Hey! Let's go. I'm freezing. I'm starving. Go eat. ”

A dark young man appeared.

A humanoid creature with a statue spanning up to 2m.

I see a burning or rotten area of my body.

Melted face, buttocks bent.

Long arms and abnormally long nails that reach to the knees.

The creature smiles at the prisoner with an ugly melted face.

The prisoner's face pales.

“Ahhhh!”

Haman turns his head to the sudden scream.

The prisoners stare at the screams.

A human creature up to two meters pierces the prisoner's body.

A nail like a sickle pierces through the prisoner's body and lifts him up. The undead bites the prisoner's neck and rolls its eyes at the other prisoners.

“It's a ghoul! ”

“Run away · · ·! ”

“... Aaahhhh! ”

The prisoners panic at the sudden appearance of the Undead.

Prisoners are escaping.

Ghouls rise from the snowy ground beneath the feet of such prisoners.

The prisoners take a sudden step back, startled by a monster protruding from beneath their feet.

- Queek!

Swing your fingernails to kill the prisoner. I knock it down and bite it.

The white snow was soaking red.

I took my eyes off the wall and sent them outside.

“Everyone, evacuate! Run if you want to live! ”

Despite the dramatic circumstances, Haman remained calm.

He draws his sword, closes his eyes and mutters.

“Heim, god of the battlefield. Lend me your power."

When he opens his eyes, you can see Ghoul's fingernails right in front of him.

Haman bends his waist, avoiding his fingernails, and swings his sword to cut off the Ghoul's hand.

- Queek?

Seeing his wrist cut, Haman's sword slashes his head as he tilts his head and looks back at him.

The body of the lost head falls to the ground.

Haman turned his head.

Ghosts float beneath the snowy ground. In the blizzard, another ghoul is pushing in.

As a four-legged walker, they move swiftly, hunting prisoners one by one.

It's hard to fight. Lots of them.

“... Shit. ”

Haman hurriedly turns back.

We rush as hard as we can towards the keep. But I muttered, putting sexual strength all over my body.

“Heim of the Battlefield. Bless the poor lamb. ”

Praise be to the gods you serve.

God moved vigorously in his body as if he were giving him a faster body.

His legs are faster than the other prisoners.

Ghouls burst out in front of him.

Ghouls lurking in the snow scream and attack Haman.

Haman grips his teeth.

How was he hiding? '

Yesterday, I made sure to keep my eyes peeled. But I didn't find anything.

Hiding in the middle of the night? '

But you suppressed your instincts even though there was a living person on the pile of snow?

A dead man controlling his instincts? Is that even possible?

Haman twists his body, avoiding the ghoul-wielding nails, and runs with his sword.

He looks straight at the end of Ronia's wall.

Soldiers are busy moving through the outer gate.

"Fire!"

The arrows from the soldiers hit the Ghouls one by one. pierce through arms and legs, match body and eyes

But the undead, whose heads have not been smashed, run tirelessly.

"Close the door!"

The knight told the prisoners in Haman's cry.

"Close the door!"

The prisoners grunt in front of the outer door control sheaves.

The prisoners' faces turned pale.

“Well, it's stuck! ”

“The chains froze! ”

Haman hears the prisoners' bewildering voices.

Damn it, I told you not to be so lazy!

A knight draws his sword.

“Get out of the way!"

The knight pushes the prisoners away and slams them down toward the sheave that secured the outer door.

The chain snaps and the outer door quickly closes.

Haman slips through the outer door. The ghouls that followed were imprinted on the outside door and exploded.

As the flesh and blood splattered, the prisoners retreated, startled.

Screams echo outside the outer door.

"Lift the pedestal."

Haman shouts at the other soldiers.

“Everyone, form up! Knights, prisoners, or soldiers! ”

The knights shout Haman's cry.

“Repair everything! ”

“Form up! ”

“Get up on the wall! Hurry up · · ·! ”

The prisoners followed the knights' orders.

You run swiftly over the outer wall with your shield and spear in your hands.

Haman also rearranges his gear and slowly climbs up the outer wall.

Somehow it seemed quiet. It will be December 25 soon.

The time is coming for Lord Amon to die in the land of the commanders.

Two, three thousand undead are coming soon.

“... ”

Haman's face hardens as he climbs over the wall.

You hear the rumbling of the soldiers around the perimeter.

Two, three grand?

No! No matter how much I look at it...!

Haman was also confused.

Every year, he wipes out the undead here in Ronia.

Dead.

A dead man who doesn't know fear but only trusts his instincts.

We didn't have the right equipment, and we didn't have the strategy and the tactics.

So every year there was no great risk · · ·.

- Kuoooooooooooo!

· · · Not now.

He saw the "Army of the Dead" in his eyes.

Bang, bang, bang!

Drums are ringing.

You reveal the dead in a blizzard.

A rattling zombie pounds the drum made of leather and bone.

A swarm of walkers marches forward unarmed.

You stare at the living skeletons with their unparalleled gear.

You can also see the ghouls running fast with a cry.

- Quack, quack, quack!

There were also ogre zombies, larger than four metres.

It is not a different combination than usual. But what they did was different.

They didn't move impulsively.

Those with hunger and hatred for the living form ‘ranks’, ‘wait’, and wait for the commander's ‘command'.

Over 20,000 undead troops.

An army with a lousy siege weapon!

Haman shuts his mouth and rolls his shaking eyes.

The naked slave zombies lift their kilns up and down in a blizzard.

Above the kiln was a strange creature commanding an army.

- Fear, O living!

Not only Haman, but the knights and the colonists and prisoners of Lonia.

In their heads, the "Ring of the Dead" resounded.

It weighs the heart and awakens the feeling of fear.

The soldiers and their territories look pale.

- yearn for death!

Haman looked at the voice-over.

Above the roaring zombie kiln, there is a 'scaffold monster’.

It's about three meters tall, body with a flat scaffold.

Three jawlines, a bloody noble outfit.

A bony necklace around a thick neck.

The white-haired ones are rolled around like a copy of the nobles' heads.

A creature that looks like a composite of humans and pigs is using the shield in front of the kiln as a plate, cutting the corpse down like a steak and devouring it.

- We are the judges of this world!

Haman knows what I am.

I am the dead.

It is also at the end of the dead.

- The Messiah who will save this world with his death!

Zombies evolve into ghouls and skeletons into Warriors or Archers.

-We are.

And the ultimate form of zombie evolution. It · · · ·.

- The God of Death, heir to Judaea!

... was a vampire.

- I, the Earl, will save you from the despair of life!