If you ask what Lucy Allen’s weakness is, those who know her would give the sa answer.
It’s the people around her.
Having gone through all sorts of hardships for a long ti, she doesn’t pay much attention to her own pain.
It’s not that she doesn’t feel pain, but she can ignore or push through anything that isn’t too serious.
However, when it cos to those around her, she can’t stand it if they are hurt.
Especially if it cos from her actions.
The Pope knows this well.
Since the mont Lucy took Luel’s mace, he’s received many reports about her.
From her personality to her relationships with others, he knows everything.
That’s why he knows exactly where to strike.
You shouldn’t break sothing big from the start.
If a massive shock hits without preparation, all the pain won’t be felt in its fullness.
First, you need to create a small ripple.
Make them think about the other’s intent. Make them imagine the worst-case scenario. Make them struggle to stop it.
Only then will they fully accept the impact and fall apart.
"Is it over there?"
The knight following the Pope tilted his head as he looked at the small mansion on the hill.
It wasn’t anything special.
A na-only minor noble house, existing in so remote corner of the countryside.
A place where if a single knight falls, everything would be swept away.
Could such a powerful spirit really exist there?
"You’ll find out when you go. Make sure you’re ntally prepared."
"I understand, Your Holiness."
The knight, accompanied by those who had transcended death, headed towards the mansion.
The sight of about ten people, each wielding a weapon as they moved, crushed the idyllic scenery of the mansion as if it was only natural.
Recently, Bishi, who had been moving with Adril in the capital, was acutely feeling the truth of the saying, "Leaving ho ans hardship."
The scene from that ti, now recalled, was horrific.
After Lucy was kidnapped, in the gloomy atmosphere that followed, she had to watch her disguise break down, and diating between the past Soladin kings and Prince Arthur was also a painful task.
The most frustrating fact was that, after all this suffering, she hadn’t even t Lucy Allen, the one responsible for it all.
She had made a deal with Adril, saying she had a way to offer her body!
She should have told her imdiately once the job was done!
Why hadn’t Lucy co to et her and was causing a ruckus elsewhere!?
It seems there’s no ti to worry about that right now.
Bishi pouted her lips at Adril’s words, floating lazily on the bed.
"Who doesn’t know that? I’m just complaining a bit."
It’s not that urgent.
"I know. I know, but..."
Adril knew why Bishi was so impatient.
She was not just traveling with Adril; she wanted to witness the scene of the dead coming back to life firsthand.
In the end, Bishi’s true desire was to resurrect her younger sibling.
We should pray for Lady Allen to succeed. If she fails, we won’t have anyone to relay information to.
"Does it even matter if we pray now?"
In the past few days, Lucy had beco a hero across the continent.
Minstrels were constantly telling stories about her, and the value of jewelry depicting Lucy, which had been drawn in the past, was skyrocketing, even reaching the point where children in remote villages knew her na.
Thanks to that, there was a state of ergency among the noble ladies of Soladin.
They had been tornting Lucy for a long ti.
They claim they didn’t know about the curse she bore, and that if they had, they wouldn’t have done such things, calling themselves the victims. But even if they say that, the situation wouldn’t change.
Lucy’s tornt had been openly carried out in the social circles.
By now, their parents must be trembling with anxiety.
When Lucy Allen played a significant role in subduing the accidents that occurred in the royal palace, she also gained a sense of legitimacy, and anyone she disliked would truly be erased.
They probably wished for Lucy’s downfall rather than the salvation of the world.
Hmm. Thinking this way, I should probably pray as well.
Though I’m not sure how much influence a prayer from a necromancer who abandoned the gods could have.
Bishi!
"Yeah? Why? I was just thinking about what kind of prayer to offer..."
This isn’t the ti for that! The enemy is coming!
"...Enemy?"
They are beings imbued with the power of the evil gods!
"Wh-why are those kinds of beings coming here!?"
Could it be because of what happened last ti in the kingdom!? Did they track us!?
We don’t have ti to think about that! We need to get out of here right now!
"First, we need to get our parents to a safe place."
There’s no place safer than this mansion! You know that!
That’s right. Last ti, I had given the mansion certain protections with Adril.
At Adril’s urging, Bishi snapped out of her thoughts and grabbed her staff, running outside.
Her mother, who had been cooking inside, asked what was happening, but Bishi didn’t respond.
Once she was outside, the first thing she did was make sure the door couldn’t be opened from the inside.
If her helpless parents ca out, it was easy to guess what would happen.
With trembling hands, she gripped her staff tightly and noticed the enemies approaching from a distance.
At the front, there was a knight in white armor.
The knight was filled with the energy that necromancers hated most. Clearly, they were from the Church of the True God.
But those surrounding the knight were completely different.
They were sothing close to necromancy.
Beings that, despite having t death, denied it and walked the world.
Monsters not allowed to exist in this world.
Though they were the kind of beings Bishi could consider ideal, seeing them didn’t move her in the slightest.
A constant alarm was ringing in her head.
Those beings should not exist in this world.
They disturb the very order of existence. They are a nightmare that should never be allowed to live on earth.
...Was I trying to turn my younger sibling into one of them?
Bishi!
"A-aah."
Get a hold of yourself! This isn’t the ti for that!
"I... I..."
BISHI! Get a grip!!!
Startled by the shout ringing inside her skull, Bishi realized that Adril had invaded her mind.
"Ah. Adril?"
Agh! I can’t stand it! Is this really the ti to be having those kinds of thoughts!? It’s not just about you dying! What about your parents inside?!
Her words were right.
It would be easy to fall into despair, self-loathing, and tie a rope to the ceiling later.
What Bishi needed to do now was fight those enemies.
I’ve already sent a signal to Lady Allen. We just need to hold out until help arrives.
"...Does it even matter if I put on a mask now?"
Just pretend you don’t know.
"Heh. That’s going to be hard. I just shouted inside my brain."
Sigh. Well, at least I’ve relaxed a bit. Bishi, with a light laugh, swung her staff, and at the sa ti, Adril began singing the necromancer’s song from behind.
The spirits that had been buried deep in the earth began to rise, screaming.
The sky, which had been clear just monts ago, was now covered with dark clouds, cold winds began to blow, and the life of the earth slowly withered in the chill.
"Your Holiness’s words were right."
The knight, who had reached Bishi’s front, raised his sword, lighting up the surroundings with his divine power.
"Die, you evil thing."
"You’re not in a position to say that."
Aren’t we the sa kind?
The knight rushed at Adril without any sign of hesitation.
The speed of the knight, using both his aura and divine power, was overwhelming.
At least, Bishi couldn’t keep up with it.
Interesting sword.
However, for a necromancer, that was just a solvable issue.
Those who can control the dead can entrust tasks they themselves cannot do to others.
Religionists have always been the sa, haven’t they?
Annoying folks.
Hey! Do you take the grace of the True God lightly!?
Shut up. Ugly religious zealot. You should have given up your pride if you’re a necromancer.
The spirits descending on the earth were not just re ghosts.
They had once served as kings of Soladin, and after death, had offered their souls for their country.
Seeing the descendants’ cowardice, those who had reached enlightennt chose to stay with Bishi, rather than in peace, uttering curses toward the knight in front of them.
"Ancient spirits."
Oh. That guy’s the leader of the desert tribe! He must have died long ago?
"You must have aged and died as well, huh?"
He knows! He’s the trash I fought on the battlefield!
"Massacre. To think I’d see it like this."
Heh heh heh. Small fry.
The ancient sages and kings of the past clashed, and between them, Adril blocked the knight.
Dozens of blades floating in the air supplented the knight’s lacking swordsmanship.
"I’m glad I ca here! Now I can do another task for the great True God!"
Ignoring her injuries, Adril clicked his tongue as he watched the knight charge forward.
For now, a standoff was taking place, but it wouldn’t last long.
Although the individual strength of the necromancers was impressive, Bishi’s skills were lacking.
Soon, as her strength began to wane, cracks would appear one by one.
Until then, that arrogant little brat should show up!
Adril’s prediction was correct.
The once tense standoff between enemies and allies began to crack.
The enemies were immune to injury.
They weren’t afraid of death.
They erased the very concept of an end.
But the allies weren’t like that.
Those who had stayed in death, entrusting their existence to others, could only rely on the strength of others.
The necromancers were pushed back. One by one, parts of their souls were severed. Even Adril had no perfect counter.
No matter how skilled Bishi was, as a necromancer, she reached her limits in front of a skilled holy knight.
And so, the dominoes began to fall.
Starting from the front, they collapsed one by one, and at the end, a blade was raised to the neck of the one standing.
Seeing him, Bishi couldn’t even think of dodging, and shut her eyes tightly.
Death was approaching.
The end was showing its fangs.
The end of life was coming for her.
Clang!
A clear sound.
A sweet fragrance brushed against Bishi’s nostrils.
A warm energy was transmitted through her skin.
"Haah."
Lucy Allen, who had deflected the knight’s sword, frowned and glared at her opponent.
"Really, there are too many worthless things in this world."
Bishi, relieved by the voice that held no trace of tension, collapsed to the floor.
"How pathetic, calling yourselves gods."
A hero had arrived to save her.
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