Chapter 550 – The White Winged Grim Reaper (6)
“Yeah. Actually, Mr. Oftum came with me… I haven’t met you yet.”
While I was confused by Niflheim’s wide entrance cut, Tyrsi said so.
Fucking Optum came along too? Gildart said while I was slightly frowning.
“Probably on the 8th floor. Then it’s worth not going up. That floor isn’t complicated, but it’s terribly harsh and wide.”
Information on the 8th floor was roughly heard within a few days.
It is said to be a windless snowfield, but it must be Niflheim. This pyramid reproduces the life of Sehetefibra as it goes down the hierarchy.
So, the 8th floor must be the final ordeal.
Because the final destination after Niflheim would not have existed for Jammin to Pharaoh.
Thinking that far, I sighed.
“… I’m not going to say it, but aren’t all three of you too thoughtless? Even if dying is easy, there is no guarantee that coming back will be equally easy.”
“If
Said Nefertiti as if tossing it. She must have unknowingly brought her words out, but her facial expression didn’t change.
“… If so, you would have come anyway. He, like me, will think it doesn’t matter if he dies for that.”
“It’s good to hold Equinox accountable, but… Killing him isn’t everything in life, is it? In fact, there are many other warlocks belonging to
I hesitated and asked.
I don’t know the circumstances of Nefertiti. That is why this topic is a very sensitive matter to ask lightly.
But, whether she knew it or not, she and her Off Tomb harbored great anger and hatred towards the ‘Immor Talis’ bastards. A great revenge that is several times the anger I harbored towards the professors for being ninjaed over my thesis.
If not, there’s no way I’d purposely find them and kill them.
“… …”
Nefertiti just stared at me quietly. As if she wasn’t angry, her reaction was faint compared to the previous times when she asked similar questions.
I scratched my cheek at the uncomfortable silence. Is it something you don’t want to say, or something you can’t say?
Anyway, it was a bit like acting too leisurely now. I shook my head and corrected my words.
“All right. Anyway, since you’ve come this far, it’s already past. Let’s start with the delayed work.”
“What is it?”
“I will interrogate their souls. First… Let’s start with this one.”
I carved a rune around the death knight who hadn’t attained spiritual maturity—a child who had become a minchikas.
When the rune of ᚨ (Ansuz), which communicates with the soul, summons the soul of the Death Knight, Elizabeth, who was just coming out of the warp gate while watching, opened her eyes wide.
“What are you doing? Did you take out your soul?”
“Eh? Do you see the princess by any chance?”
Usually, it was said that other people could not see the soul that was received by this rune magic.
Did you know that the unicorn warlock is so good at necromancy that the original spirits can be seen, or that a person with a keen sense of humor can only see them faintly like a psychic picture?
Elizabeth looked at the exact location of the soul and said.
“It’s only whitish, but roughly. I am also a spirit magician. But isn’t that black magic?”
“No way.”
Oh, they say that if you touch the soul, it’s all black magic. I don’t even use dark and negative mana, so why black magic, damn it.
I muttered inwardly and repeated the explanation I had given to Gildart.
“Come on, Princess. Do you see here? This spell is a rune. It is the original character of the modern magic system. It is a primitive magic from the era of the gods with a clean origin, and it is something that can be learned by paying money.”
“Oh, I see. Rune… But what do you do with it?”
“Hmm. In my hometown, it is said that a thousand words is worth a thousand words. I’ll show you a demonstration, so it seems more efficient to ask questions at that time. How are you?”
“Yes. You interrupted. Excuse me.”
I wonder if he sensed a slight haste in his words as he activated his magic. Elisabeth closed her mouth imperceptibly. Even her questions were short enough to not get in my way.
I pulled the soul out of the Death Knight.
In that soul, there was a terrible black magic that could be seen even without Odin’s eyes, and as if it was natural, the magic that prevented interrogation was also overlaid. Security is very tight.
“… The structure of the formula is quite clear.”
I quickly gave up, saying that even if I destroyed the curse of silence, I wouldn’t hear anything from this bastard, but Elizabeth, observing the black magic, spoke earnestly.
Maybe even if I can’t see the soul properly, I can see the black magic attached to it.
It was a reaction as if she knew something, so when she moved away for a moment, she looked back 360 degrees at the soul wearing Romania’s armor.
Elizabeth, who was stroking her chin, asked without taking her eyes off her.
“Does anyone know about the dark magic that creates the undead?”
“I do not know. There are so many different types of sects of magic.”
Black magic is more like a lockpicking skill. It’s even weirder to know, I mean.
Other people’s answers were similar. Elizabeth muttered to herself as if she knew how to answer that.
“To borrow a word Nord said earlier, this is a technology as old as runes.”
“Do you differentiate?”
“Yes. This undead is a spiritization spell——ah, it’s a magic that turns natural elements into spirits, but there are places where the functions of that magic and the spell overlap.”
“Is it the spirit conversion technique?”
I crossed my arms and twisted my head.
In this other world, spirits occur naturally, but it is also possible to turn natural objects into artificial spirits by using magic called the Spiritualization Spell.
Magic to create false life in nature.
In a sense, it was the origin of the golem. If the golem summoning technique is a bitch, the elementalization technique is like a clay doll praying for fertility. It’s almost a different object, but the origin is roughly similar.
‘The first time I saw that magic was when our Fran flew a golem drone after learning from Veronica.’
Fran was trying to create a new magic called
“Yes. It must mean that the warlock who created this undead used really, really old technology.”
With that conclusion, Elizabeth turned to her husband.
“Mackenzie. Will you give me your sword?”
“You can call me by my first name. Because your face was exposed anyway.”
When Gildart handed over the Ego Sword, Elizabeth secretly exposed the blade only at the back of her nose. The noisy Ego Sword immediately fluttered at the muzzle—if there was a part that could be called that.
─What is it, what is it? It’s a specter monster this time, right? If your opponent is someone who doesn’t taste like Bell, don’t pick it up!
“It’s not like that, stupid Melmarte. Do you recognize this armor style?”
─ Huh? What. Now I see, it’s just a soul?
Are you entrusting the evaluation to Ego Sword? I sneakily asked Gildart.
“I wasn’t interested so I just passed on it, but what is that sword again?”
“This is the guy I found in my parents’ treasure chest. I know a lot about it because it’s a relic from an ancient civilization, but I often talk nonsense and have dementia, so I usually let it shut up.”
“Yes. It’s a knife-shaped wooden wiki. All right.”
─Yes, I remembered!
As soon as I understood it roughly, the ego sword let out a scream. Can that bastard even see a soul? It might be natural since it’s like a sword soul or spirit.
—This is the equipment used by the royal guards of Romania! Oh, I miss you! Enemies rushing in! A commander who wields a sword from beyond! The moment of victory when he approached the enemy commander with a one-point breakthrough and decapitated him! I miss you, I miss you!
“Why did you fight the Romanian Guard while you were in Britannia? Nonsense.”
─It makes no sense! Anyway… Anyway, I can’t remember how it happened! If I am, I know it is!
“Yes, yes, I understand.”
Elisabeth put the Ego Sword back into her scabbard, probably giving her just as much trust as an internet wiki site. It’s kind of pitiful to see it like that.
“Yes. It’s hard to believe, but it’s the bodyguard’s armor? It’s so old-fashioned that it doesn’t seem like it’s armor from ancient civilizations when civilization flourished, right?”
“Design and performance are not proportional, but I agree with what you said.”
What if this death knight is really a knight of the Royal Guard of ancient Romania? Then it must have been a knight right after the end of the Age of Gods.
Before the gods roughly perish and human civilization flourishes properly.
The world’s greatest dark age. It makes sense if it’s a bit lacking in armor at the time when mankind’s technology was lagging behind and the gods didn’t even look after them.
‘Where did Equinox pick up the body of an ancient knight from the ruins?’
There’s no way he could have killed it himself and turned it into an undead. I wrote down only such information in my notebook, then took out a spear and tried to curse it with silence.
This soul is not good at getting information anyway, so I’m going to use it for practice.
“Write…”
For three days, Equinox’s attackers were swarming, and the work of destroying this curse was also quite familiar.
But still can’t solve it completely. I hadn’t learned any magic other than combat magic, so it was understandable, but I didn’t know if I could get anything out of it.
─Tap!
I’m tired I clicked my tongue as sparks flew from the curse. It was a sign of failure.
Again, before the black magic mana attacked, he waved his hand.
Dig-!
As soon as I touched my finger, the Death Knight’s soul became one-Q. She was surprised to see Elisabeth with a soul as much as an animist, but luckily she didn’t ask any questions. You are a princess with manners.
But I still have a bitter taste.
‘Why is it failing?’
I practiced enough for three days.
The structure of Equinox’s dark magic was fully grasped, and the rate of destruction of the formula increased beyond comparison.
While the guys who tried to trick Elisabeth were talking about it, they were fast enough to beat 5 warlocks and try to harm them. But the curse cannot be lifted.
The faster I destroyed the spell, the faster the dark and negative mana flowed. Like when you step on a balloon, the air gathers on the other side and inflates, the result is the same whether it is fast or slow.
“… Spiritual core.”
It was when I took a small breath to let out a sigh. A quiet voice passed through my ears with strange clarity.
“Now that soul… The spirit core is broken.”
Those were the words of Nefertiti.
