The knight Karcan, who had managed to successfully repel the sudden monster rampage before the city suffered any damage, was in a peculiar predicant.
“Why was there a monster rampage and the appearance of a new Dungeon at a ti like this?” he wondered.
So of the company that he led were heavily wounded, but fortunately, none of them had died. The lord of the region, Viscount Niarki, had also thanked him.
However, many of the achievents had gone to the Blue-flad Sword Heinz, the one who was rumored to likely beco the Orbau Kingdom’s second S-class adventurer. The monsters had chanted, “Kill Heinz,” as if it were an incantation and all aid for him, after all.
With that being the case, Heinz might have been blad for being the man who had summoned the monsters and brought a disaster to the city, but he had already gained a good reputation and was adored by many.
Rather than being blad, his reputation has only improved for being the “champion who faced the large pack of monsters without running away.” The people were also praising the fact that Heinz had been targeted by the monsters, saying that this must be a sign that the evil gods who were surviving servants of the Demon King were after him - in other words, Heinz was a hero who was feared even by the gods.
As it was Heinz and the other mbers of the Five-colored Blades who had defeated most of the monsters, it was only natural that they received praise.
With that being the case, one might wonder why the adventurers and Karcan’s n had participated in the defense, but… that would only be in hindsight. There had been no proof that the monsters would actually only aim for Heinz. Even if there was, there was no way that they would have been able to say, “Well then, it has nothing to do with us,” and look unconcerned.
And so, Karcan’s company had exhausted themselves in a fierce battle. Heinz and his party were now clearing the ominous Dungeon that had been discovered in the forest near the city.
And Karcan had been told that the next expedition for his company wasn’t necessary.
“In fact, it’s true that it’s not the ti to be doing things like an expedition. The n of the company are being completely healed by Froto’s healing magic, but they’re not in a state where they are able to move around so easily.”
The source of this monster rampage was almost certainly the newly-ford Dungeon, but it still wasn’t completely certain. Until Heinz and his party returned, Karcan and his n, who had been assigned to be part of the city’s defenses, couldn’t move.
Even after Heinz and his party returned, it would take ti to set up a system to control and watch over the Dungeon. Karcan didn’t have any obligation to cooperate in this, but if he flatly ignored the expectations of Viscount Niarki who was relying on him, his social position would be jeopardized.
But with that said, that didn’t an that Karcan would necessarily be valued highly even if he did et the viscount’s expectations. After all, the cultivation project to the south that he was supposed to be in charge of had been left alone.
“The earliest we’ll be able to move is winter…” Karcan sighed. He had lost count of how many tis he had done so.
The city of Niarki still hadn’t received news that the duke’s castle built by Nineroad had sunk or the scandal that had shaken the Orbau Kingdom, or that the Guild Master of the Mages’ Guild as well as several noblen had been revealed to have connections with Vampires.
Luciliano, the Degenerate. He was a human Class adventurer, and when he first encountered Vandalieu, he had been working in the Mirg shield-nation.
He had created a Live-Dead out of the woman who had beco Pauvina and used it as a familiar to infiltrate the village of the Noble Orc Bugogan in order to gather information.
And after the battle between the Ghouls and Orcs finished, he had encountered Vandalieu through the Live-Dead, but…
So that’s what this person’s face looked like. I guess I really do get a different impression now that I can see his physical body, Vandalieu thought.
Back then, when he was still three years old, he hadn’t known what Luciliano’s face looked like. Even if he did, Luciliano now had hollow cheeks and a freely-growing beard. If Gopher and the others hadn’t told him that there was a forr human adventurer among the slaves, he wouldn’t have noticed Luciliano at all.
“So, why are you here?” Vandalieu asked one more ti, as Luciliano hadn’t answered him the first ti… but there was still no response.
Rather than deliberately staying silent, it seed that he had fainted.
Eleanora quietly raised her foot.
“Eleanora, he looks like he will break if you step on him, so let’s not do that,” said Vandalieu.
“Yes, Vandalieu-sama.”
Still being held in Eleanora’s arms, Vandalieu secreted so restorative dicine from his claws and used Telekinesis to apply it to Luciliano’s face. The mont he did so, Luciliano sprang up like a spring-loaded toy… but he was still bound, so he lost his balance and fell to the ground once more.
“Kahah?! Hah! Wait, please don’t kill ! Even if you do kill , please let die in comfort! Also, let have one final al!”
“You’re looking unexpectedly lively,” said Vandalieu. “To start off with, judging from your behavior, it seems that you rember who I am.”
“Th-there’s no way I could forget soone of a rare race like a Dhampir. But wait, it wasn’t my intention to encounter you here!” Luciliano begged.
“No, I’d be pretty surprised if it was,” said Vandalieu.
It seed that Luciliano rembered exactly who Vandalieu was. Including the fact that Vandalieu had threatened him with, “The next ti I see you, I will kill you.”
“Vandalieu-sama is asking what you are doing in a place like this. Answer him,” Eleanora said, prompting Luciliano to provide a response. “Also, I am not Vandalieu-sama’s mother, but his servant,” she added, as multiple people had now made the sa misunderstanding.
“Alright, I’ll answer,” said Luciliano. “After that incident, I took my money, left Balcheburg and migrated to the Orbau Kingdom. I continued my research into Undead while working as an adventurer. But one day, unfortunately -”
According to Luciliano’s story, he had gotten caught up in the dispute between Lord Belton and Lord Lucas.
The third son of a certain nobleman in Belton’s faction plotted to have his father change sides to Lucas’s faction and na the third son as his successor. By having his father assassinated and turning him into a Live-Dead puppet.
He set his eyes on Luciliano, an adventurer working solo without forming a party or finding companions, to create the Live-Dead.
Of course, Luciliano didn’t want to get involved in such a conspiracy, but he was kidnapped and threatened without being given a choice, so he pretended to do what was being demanded of him. But he secretly used a Live-Dead mouse as his familiar to find help, and the third son’s conspiracy was stopped before it began and those involved were arrested.
“But I was arrested as well,” Luciliano explained. “That noble family seed to want to make it as if the incident had never happened. I was taken straight into imprisonnt and then sent here as a criminal slave. Thanks to the slave collar, I can’t use magic. Well, even then, my Attribute Values are higher than the average person, so I managed to survive up until now, but… I suppose that ends here. Ah, I wanted to at least have so llow wine, warm soup, fresh salad, soft bread, a fish dish with fresh fish, a at dish with thick chunks of at and a dessert before the end.”
“… Isn’t that a full-course al?” Vandalieu pointed out.
Luciliano’s oval-shaped face had grown thin, making him look even seedier, but his request was quite extravagant. It was possible that he could get along with Vandalieu unexpectedly well.
“So, Vandalieu-sama, are you going to kill him?” Eleanora asked.
“What should I do?” Vandalieu wondered, looking troubled.
Luciliano was a man with quite a peculiar relationship to Vandalieu. He wasn’t an ally, so there wasn’t any reason for Vandalieu to assertively help him. If he had to decide, he was more of an enemy. But Vandalieu couldn’t answer whether he was soone worth killing in this situation.
For Pauvina, who wasn’t present, Luciliano was the man who had manipulated her previous life’s body without permission and turned it into a Noble Orc’s plaything, but he wasn’t directly responsible for her death and Pauvina hadn’t shown any signs of hating him after being reborn. In fact, hadn’t she forgotten about it?
But if Vandalieu let him go here, there was a high chance that information on what had happened in this mine would leak.
However, Vandalieu felt reluctant to kill him.
Unlike the criminal slaves who had been evil criminals, Luciliano wasn’t an evil person, nor did Vandalieu harbor any personal grudges towards him. Considering the details of how he beca a slave, Vandalieu actually felt a considerable amount of sympathy for him.
“I suppose I’ll try asking Pauvina first,” Vandalieu decided.
He would reserve judgnt for now until asking Pauvina whether it was alright for him to bring Luciliano back to Talosheim.
After that, Vandalieu woke up the noblen and soldiers in the mine and gathered them in one place.
“It’s alright if their limbs fall off or their heads smash to pieces, but please try not to crush them all over. Ah, but it’s totally OK to turn them into paste,” he said.
His dangerous-sounding words were directed not at the conscious yet paralyzed individuals behind him, but the new inhabitants of Talosheim, who were breathing loudly through their noses with clubs, shovels and pickaxes in their hands.
“You bastard! What are you planning to do?!” demanded one particularly large voice among the countless pleas for rcy.
“A public execution,” Vandalieu replied.
“Don’t [censored] with !” the voice shouted back. Vandalieu found this rather unpleasant.
However, these would be the final words of the people who were about to be executed in a grueso way.
It would be immature to think of them badly for shouting at , Vandalieu thought as he turned around.
“I am Viscount Besser, the one who has been entrusted with the managent of this mine by His Excellency, the duke! I firmly protest to this unjust treatnt!” shouted the viscount, his mouth open so wide that it looked as if his entire face consisted of only a mouth.
Vandalieu gave him a perplexed look. “Unjust treatnt, you say… isn’t this normal?”
The viscount and his soldiers had done things that Vandalieu would hesitate to even say aloud. The positions had simply been reversed now, so this was normal, wasn’t it?
In fact, they would die within ten minutes without being subjected to the sa treatnt, so weren’t they actually lucky?
“Do not fool yourself! I am a nobleman!” the viscount exclaid.
“… I an, I know that. Is that relevant?” Vandalieu asked.
He had explained the situation to the viscount and his n. He had the feeling that doing this instead of killing them without them knowing anything would allow him to turn them into stronger Undead.
“You bastard! Even in war, it is common sense to take noblen as prisoners whenever possible and give them treatnt appropriate to their status! Are you not even aware of this?!” shouted the viscount.
“No, I wasn’t. Sorry.” Vandalieu, having learned sothing new, made a ntal note of the viscount’s words. If he beca an adventurer, he might have opportunities to participate in wars, so it was good that he could learn this piece of common knowledge early on. “I’ll do that next ti,” he said.
“No, do it now!” the viscount demanded. “Do you think that you can get away with killing ?!”
“I think I’ll make sure that I will,” said Vandalieu.
“There is no way that you could! I am a nobleman; if you do such a thing, all of you low-birth creatures will be sentenced to death! My Kingdom will put its prestige on the line to hunt down those who kill noblen and end their lives without rcy!” Viscount Besser shouted.
The faces of so of the forr-slave Titans turned pale in fear at his words; they began lowering the weapons in their hands.
That was how much of a difference there was between commoners and noblen in the world of Lambda. Not everyone’s lives were equal; the lives of nobles and royalty were clearly more precious. That was common knowledge.
“Do you understand now, you vulgar brat?!” Viscount Besser shouted at Vandalieu, the current king of Talosheim.
At this mont, a rising bloodthirst was coming from Borkus and Eleanora, but Vandalieu raised a hand to calm them.
The important thing here wasn’t to deal with the fact that he had been insulted by the viscount, but to make the new citizens of Talosheim acknowledge his power. If he relied too much on Borkus and the others, so might change their minds and decide that they couldn’t follow him after all. And if the criminal slaves didn’t take him seriously, that would cause problems later on in the future.
“Everyone, please co over here,” said Vandalieu.
“Okay~”
Thinking that he should show his power, Vandalieu summoned Levia and the other Ghosts, and transferred Mana to them. He looked up at the mine… the small mountain that was protruding from the surface of the earth, the small mountain that was about five hundred ters tall.
“… Corpse Fla Prison Destruction Barrage.”
Small flas appeared, like a countless number of fireflies. But in the next mont, they turned into a countless number of skulls made of black flas.
The skulls cackled as they flooded towards the mountain that Vandalieu was pointing at.
The resulting sight was fearso to behold.
Over a hundred skull-shaped flas sank their teeth into the rocky mountain. The hard boulders beca brittle and broke, burned and crumbled. This process continued endlessly, and before everyone’s very eyes, the mountain’s shape changed as it was gouged from the earth. There was a thunderous noise as rocks fell from the mountain, but even that was erased by Vandalieu’s magic.
“Kid, the mountain’s going to disappear,” said Borkus.
“Ah, you’re right.”
By the ti Borkus stopped him, the mountain had been reduced to two thirds of its size. It wasn’t that large a mountain to begin with, but this display of power made not only the previously-spirited viscount and his soldiers, but even the forr slaves stare with open mouths.
Eleanora and the others were dumbfounded as well. Even Pete, whose head was protruding from Vandalieu’s hair, had frozen stiff.
Up until now, none of the spells of the death-attribute had possessed the ability to physically destroy their targets. However, by acquiring the Dead Spirit Magic skill and having Levia and the others available to use, Vandalieu could now accomplish the sa things as fire-attribute magic.
Eleanora and everyone else was seeing Vandalieu’s Mana exhibit its true potential for the first ti.
“Bocchan, would it not be quicker to simply invade the Hartner Duchy?” Sam suggested.
“Sam, it’s impossible because Heinz is here,” said Vandalieu. “Also, if I do that, that would an fighting the other duchies and even the Amid Empire, wouldn’t it?’
“Well, I suppose so,” said Borkus. “No matter how strong the kid is, he’s just one person. If A-class adventurers and elite forces from every nation attacked multiple places at once, holding out would be impossible.”
As he said, there were plenty of people in this world who were capable of doing what Vandalieu had just accomplished.
“And in the end, a mountain is just a mountain,” said Vandalieu. “It doesn’t move. A B-class or A-class adventurer would be able to avoid this attack.”
Unlike mountains, people could be equipped with all kinds of Magic Items and possessed skills. Corpse Fla Prison Destruction Barrage wasn’t accurate in its targeting, so it wouldn’t be difficult for a superhuman to survive it… though ordinary people would simply turn into ash.
“It’s true that things would probably work out with , Vigaro, Eleanora-jouchan and the others, but…” Borkus looked up at the collapsed mountain.
Normally, they might have had to run away from the falling debris, but Vandalieu had even destroyed the debris.
He had even erased the noise, which made it feel less real, but if he hadn’t done that, then many people probably would have lost consciousness.
“By the way, was it really alright to destroy the mine?” asked Borkus.
“It’s not a problem,” Vandalieu replied. “I intended to destroy the mine right from the beginning to eradicate the Hartner Duchy’s supply of mineral resources.” He turned around to face the forr slaves. “What I want to say is, I have power, so the noblen’s retaliation isn’t sothing to be feared. Don’t you agree?” he asked them.
The forr slaves remained dumbfounded for a mont before regaining their senses.
“I’ve never seen such a great spell… This is the one who’s going to be our king?”
“If our king is this strong, then isn’t it true that we don’t need to fear the noblen of this nation?”
“That’s right, even if the Hartner Duchy and other duchies, even if the king sends an army, they’ll be eaten up like that mountain and not even leave ashes behind.”
“If that person is our king, then we won’t even lose to the Amid Empire… we won’t be chased out of our holand anymore.”
Strength returned to their eyes, and the weapons that had been lowered earlier were raised once more.
In fact, it was the viscount and his n who were now deathly-pale. After seeing Vandalieu’s Dead Spirit Magic, they were now perfectly aware as to whether the Hartner family they knew would be able to do sothing about the half-Vampire before them who called himself a king.
“Wait. If you spare us - no, at least , I’ll pay you any amount you want,” said the viscount.
His plea for rcy triggered the soldiers to beg for rcy as well.
“V-Viscount-sama?!”
“I have a wife and children; Please spare my life!”
“I haven’t killed or raped anyone! It’s true; please believe !”
“Umm, I can earn money in other ways, so I don’t really care about that,” said Vandalieu. “Raping others when you have a wife and child isn’t good now, is it? And you, the last one, you shouldn’t tell lies that are so easy to see through.”
All of the soldiers’ attempts were futile.
“I’ve already left out those of you who were simply working normally without unnecessarily harming, killing or raping the slaves,” Vandalieu told them. Those whom he had deed to be not bad enough to deserve death had been gathered in a separate place.
There was an old soldier who had remained faithful to his wife and employees brought here by the viscount such as maids and chefs - around ten people in total. They weren’t particularly virtuous people, nor had they harbored deep compassion for the slaves, but they had hesitated to kill.
Vandalieu was planning to bring them back to Talosheim as slaves, watch them for a while and then, if they seed alright, he would release them to beco free citizens.
He loathed aningless killing; he wouldn’t think of killing them unless it was necessary. The incident where he had a single silver coin stolen from him in the marketplace hadn’t even stayed in his mories.
But when there was a reason to kill soone, he believed that they should always be killed.
The viscount and his n were those who deserved to die.
“Now then, as part of my duty as the Eclipse King of Talosheim, I will carry out your sentence,” Vandalieu declared.
The war cry of Gopher and the rest of the Titans, who were ard with the weapons that they had chosen, combined with the screams of the viscount and his n in a pleasant-sounding chorus.
The screams grew gradually quieter, but the pleasant sensation and sounds of flesh being crushed and bones being broken soothed Vandalieu’s heart and the thick sll of blood stimulated his hunger.
“Now then, shall we leave this place to Princess Levia and the others while we get ready to eat? I’m sure everyone wants to fill their stomachs up,” said Vandalieu.
“I’m sure that Saria and the others have finished preparations in the kitchen. By the way, what are they making?” Levia asked.
In the kitchen, there were food supplies that had been supplied by the traveling rchant. The slaves had been forced to eat food similar to what would normally be fed to livestock or turnip-like crops that would grow even in dry land, which they had grown in the slave village. But today, Vandalieu intended to prepare food for them made from the ingredients that the soldiers had been eating.
Vandalieu and the others found these ingredients rather strange, however.
“Sam and the others brought other ingredients here for us, so let’s use those as well to make a stew,” said Vandalieu.
“Oh, miso stew? That’s good stuff,” said Borkus.
There were no dairy products available, so the stew would contain miso to provide a deeper flavor. It was a fine example of a homade Talosheim dish.
“If there was fresh, undried at, I would have considered a barbecue as well,” said Vandalieu.
“Vandalieu-sama, I have to question that sentint,” said Eleanora.
It seed that she was the only one to have noticed that eating barbecued at would be difficult after seeing the burnt corpses.
『The levels of the Dead Spirit Magic and Commanding skills have increased!』
“Please allow to call you Master!”
“No.”
Having seen the Dead Spirit Magic, Luciliano begged Vandalieu to accept him as an apprentice. Vandalieu wondered what Luciliano had in mind. He doubted that he had any techniques that he could teach Luciliano.
“I don’t mind remaining a slave!” said Luciliano. “Please teach your supre techniques!”
“He is quite the promising man,” said Eleanora. She seed to have taken a liking to Luciliano. She was probably happy with the way he gazed at Vandalieu as if worshipping him.
“Well, teaching others rather than being taught will be a good experience as well,” said Borkus. “I don’t think he’ll be able to do the sa things as you, though, kid. He’ll have different magical affinities.”
“Pauvina-chan has forgotten about it and doesn’t mind, so isn’t it fine?” said Rita. “We’ll have another civil official, at least.”
“Well then… I will teach you, but what I’m using isn’t life-attribute magic, so you shouldn’t get your hopes up,” said Vandalieu.
“I would be more surprised if you were to tell that it was the sa attribute of magic as mine,” said Luciliano.
It seed that Corpse Fla Prison Destruction Barrage couldn’t be mistaken for life-attribute magic.
In any case, Vandalieu now had a new apprentice.
After that, Vandalieu and the others stayed for two days in what was now forrly-slave-run-mine (in fact, the underground tunnel had now collapsed and turned into a graveyard).
During that ti, they made various preparations, had Gopher and the other Titans gather so stamina and spirit, and Vandalieu perford physical examinations on them. As they had spent long years being exploited as slaves, there were so who didn’t have the strength to make the journey to Talosheim… they would certainly be over the limit for Vandalieu to fly them there.
As a result, Vandalieu needed to create carriages and horse-shaped Golems (similar to the clay horses in textbooks on Earth) with Golem Transmutation.
“Carriages in Lambda don’t have suspension, do they?” said Vandalieu. “Sam doesn’t have them either, though he doesn’t shake because of his skill.”
“Bocchan, why are you talking about pensions?” asked Rita.
Naturally, springs and coils hadn’t been invented in Lambda.
Boards and poles were put together in a structure to reduce shock, but tal springs didn’t exist.
So Vandalieu created them and added them to his carriages. He would be able to test the idea that he had thought of right away, so his Golem Transmutation and Carpentry skills were celebrating.
“You possess the technique of a carriage craftsman, your Majesty? But still, the world’s technology has progressed from where it was two hundred years ago when we were alive,” Levia remarked.
“No, Levia-sama; this is sothing that the kid’s invented himself,” Borkus told her.
In truth, however, Vandalieu hadn’t actually invented springs. He had simply reused his knowledge from Earth and Origin to reproduce them.
“You can praise more,” said Vandalieu.
He was happy to be praised, so he showed no modesty. Although he was using his prior knowledge, it was his own skills and magic that were reproducing the technology, so Vandalieu considered it to be his own achievent.
Patents on Earth and in Origin ant nothing in Lambda, anyway.
“It would be perfect with so Golem tires, but… were those made just by hardening so rubber?” Vandalieu wondered.
Tires would be convenient in various ways, so he would try making them when he got back.
And so, Vandalieu reversed the Titans’ aging while telling them that he was performing physical examinations. They had wasted two hundred years of their lives. This was a service he was doing them so that they could live enough to make up for that.
Vandalieu had gained their permission, albeit in an indirect way, so it was probably fine.
“This massage, do people ever tell you that they feel younger afterwards? I feel a hundred years younger, seriously.”
Things were going like this.
Vandalieu couldn’t complete the task for all of them in two days, so he was planning to do the rest along the way. This also acted as training to his Mana pool, so it was killing two birds with one stone.
And then he used the monster bones that Borkus and the others had brought to create decoy Undead.
“I have a complete understanding of Titan and human skeletons. Using Golem Transmutation to change the shapes of monster bones to disguise them as Titan skeletons is simply a little heavy labor for ,” Vandalieu explained.
“It’s heavy work?!”
“I have to make a lot of them, so it’s just troubleso.”
Incidentally, Vandalieu had used Decomposition on the grueso corpses of the viscount and his n to make them rot away, put their broken bones back together and created Skeletons. With this, even if the people of the Hartner Duchy noticed that sothing strange had occurred at the mine, they would simply assu that soone had killed everyone here and that all of the soldiers and slaves had turned into Skeletons.
They wouldn’t think that the slaves had been rescued.
After finishing all preparations, everyone headed towards Talosheim.
『You have acquired the Title ‘Holy Son of Vida!’』
『The level of the Carpentry skill has increased!』
Na: Eleanora
Rank: 9
Race: Noble-born Vampire Viscount
Level: 47
Job: Subordinate War Princess
Job level: 27
Job history: Slave, Servant, Apprentice Mage, Apprentice Warrior, Mage, Demon Eye User, Vassal Warrior
Age: 10 years old (20 years old at ti of Vampire transformation, 30 years old in total)
Passive skills:
Self-Enhancent: Subordination: Level 6 (LEVEL UP!)
Superhuman Strength: Level 6
Rapid Regeneration: Level 4 (LEVEL UP!)
Status Effect Resistance: Level 6
Intuition: Level 4 (LEVEL UP!)
ntal Corruption: Level 3
Automatic Mana Recovery: Level 5 (LEVEL UP!)
Detect Presence: Level 4 (LEVEL UP!)
Sunlight Resistance: Level 4 (LEVEL UP!)
Allure: Level 1 (NEW!)
Active skills:
Mining: Level 1
Ti-Attribute Magic: Level 5
Life-Attribute Magic: Level 5
No-Attribute Magic: Level 2
Mana Control: Level 3
Bloodsucking: Level 4 (NEW!)
Swordsmanship: Level 4 (LEVEL UP!)
Unard Fighting Technique: Level 3 (LEVEL UP!)
Silent Steps: Level 4
Steal: Level 1
Housework: Level 3 (LEVEL UP!)
Shield Technique: Level 3 (LEVEL UP!)
Armor Technique: Level 3 (LEVEL UP!)
Surpass Limits: Level 3 (LEVEL UP!)
Chant Revocation: Level 2 (LEVEL UP!)
Unique skills:
Charming Demon Eyes: Level 7
Job explanation:
【Subordinate War Princess】
A Job that can be acquired by a woman who has been born into nobility or previously held a certain social status, but is currently a subordinate to another person.
Depending on the nation, owning female warriors with this Job is a large symbol of status; it is not uncommon for nobles and royalty to trade them at high prices. Many harems contain multiple female slaves who possess (or forced to possess) this Job and act as guards.
This Job does provide bonuses to combat-related skills, but it also provides bonuses to the Allure, Seduction and Love-making skills.
In Eleanora’s case, the prerequisite of being “born into nobility” is fulfilled by the fact that she is a Noble-born Vampire.
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