Episode 247.1

Episode 247.1

(EP-247.1) Caged #2

247 – Caged Bird #2

When the whole story was told, Elga was the first to react.

She slammed her palm down on the conference table in the Great Temple, furious.

“They were doing that behind our backs? Those damned elves...!”

Elga, who considered plots and schemes to be the work of cowards, was understandably angry about the elves’ secret actions behind the kingdom.ViiSiit novelbi/n(.)c/(o)m for latest novels

“They dare meddle with the Demon King’s magic? Researching the resurrection of the dead? That’s exactly what the Demon King did!”

She was right.

Even Solomon, who had been praised as a wise king when he first took the throne, went mad after researching the resurrection of the dead.

That’s why ‘resurrection’ magic was considered taboo and a great sin by both the Kingdom of Angmar and the Gwangyeong Church.

The fact that they had broken this taboo was enough to warrant severe condemnation.

“Why would they even consider that? Hey, Mirna. Isn’t this sort of thing you Draco’s should watch and contain?”

While Elga fumed, Mirna, who had already heard the story from me and could maintain her composure, spoke calmly.

“We were actually keeping an eye on the Bellhawk family’s activities. There was a time when many necromancers, arcane witches, shamans, and mediums were employed by them.”

“So?”

“We knew they were up to something, but we couldn’t have guessed they were trying to resurrect the dead using Solomon’s forbidden magic.”

“So you’re not incompetent after all.”

Mirna’s brow furrowed deeply at Elga’s blunt remark.

“Then what about the Lioness family? Aren’t you responsible for Angmar’s security? You boast of the might of your golden army, yet you didn’t notice something like this happening right under your nose.”

“What, what did you just say!?”

“Well, I heard that even at the palace, you didn’t notice anything until Sir Theo sensed the signs of rebellion. An army wearing magnificent cloaks, yet so incompetent~.”

Momentarily calming down, Elga asked in a disgruntled tone.

“What does that even mean? He was resurrected but not?”

“Rather than explaining it with words, it’s better to show you.”

Crash-.

Aira shattered the cup she was holding. The tea inside spilled onto the table, and the broken shards scattered everywhere.

“This is death. Death is like this—it breaks. The soul that was inside spills, and the body shatters.”

Clink, clatter.

Aira then started gathering the broken pieces, fitting them together one by one. Although not perfect, the cup’s shape was somewhat restored.

“Gathering the broken pieces and collecting the spilled tea to pour back into the damaged cup—that’s the principle of necromancy. Isn’t it, Mirna?”

At Aira’s question, Mirna, who had a grim expression, reluctantly nodded.

“Yes. But even if you pour the tea back into the already broken cup, it will soon leak out. For the same reason, necromancy performed on an already dead body results in soul leakage. That’s why the undead are often mindless.”

‘I see.’

I began to understand why the undead resurrected through necromancy often lacked intelligence.

In that sense, it gave me a newfound appreciation as to how extraordinary the High Lich, Lord Aleister, was for maintaining his intellect.

But Elga said, as if it didn’t matter.

“So what does a broken cup have to do with resurrection?”

“Huhu, my cousin Elganes, is my explanation not enough? Fine, I’ll tell you more. To fully refill an already broken cup, you’d either need to replace the cup or reforge it completely, right?”

“Yeah.”

“But, since pieces were lost when it broke, you can’t completely restore it with just the original fragments. You’d need to use some adhesive. Also, you’d have to brew more tea to make up for the amount that spilled out.”

‘I see...’

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