The Duke’s Madness

Looking at the fallen genie, the necromancer muttered.

“Are you really not friends?”

“I told you no. And can I sell my eyes?”

The necromancer was startled.

It was because Arthur was approaching right in front of him.

Because of that, I cast the magic that I had completed in a hurry, but Arthur’s knife came first.

chin.

The neck and body separated and fell.

Arthur tried to crush the face of the necromancer who rolled on the floor.

But this time, the Necromancer’s mouth came first.

“I will sacrifice my life to survive.”

With these words, the necromancer’s face exploded.

But instead of dying, the resurrected necromancer stroked his neck.

“Teleport? It’s not? Is it the power of blood?”

“well?”

With the answer, Arthur cast Space Leap again.

However, he was not a necromancer who would be beaten twice by the same number.

kiek?

I built a wall using the undead.

Arthur raises a gun at their appearance, which can be called a corpse shield.

bang-!

A hole is pierced through the corpse’s shield blocking the way with the gunshot.

Thanks to this, the necromancer who mumbled a spell came into Arthur’s field of vision.

Arthur immediately pulled the trigger, unleashing Frakil’s bloodline ability.

bang-!

bang-!

With different explosions, the necromancer’s head flew off again.

At the same time, Arthur’s body was also set on fire.

However, there was no damage thanks to the ability of Frakil’s lineage that had been cast in advance.

“… What else is that? Could it be that space leaping is an artifact, and is that your true lineage?”

The revived Necromancer asks.

Arthur answers, and casts a space jump.

“well?”

With these words, the necromancer kicked his tongue at the rushing knife aiming at the neck again.

‘This guy is more picky than that dwarf. What the hell is this?’

The energy of the ring that I could feel was only one.

However, he used Space Leap and caused a physical change.

Even this much is surprising, but he even uses knives and guns.

These floor mercenaries are unpredictable, but this level of mischief was not common.

‘I just can’t get over it. I’ll have to get the knife handle out. I don’t have many lives left.’

Along with the thought, the necromancer tore my palm.

Drops of blood dripping down automatically draw the order line.

When the door was completed, the swordsmen of the dead walked out through the gate.

As Arthur watched, he tore the Necromancer’s chest with a meteorite sword.

Dig-!

The necromancer collapsed backwards along with the splashing blood.

Fortunately, this time, it was after memorizing the order.

The resurrected necromancer pointed to the dead man’s sword and said.

“These are useful guys we picked up in the past. Wouldn’t it be easy to break through?”

“oh… It looks like it.”

With the answer, Arthur decapitated the swordsman who attacked from behind.

A clean blow that shows the difference in skill.

Because of that, the necromancer is at a loss for words.

“… Is your main specialty a knife?”

“I can do other things too, but the sword is my go-to.”

“Great. I can’t figure it out.”

With these words, the revived swordsman attacks once more.

Arthur, who cut off his head without even turning his head this time, tilted his head.

“uh?”

Looking closely, the swordsmen of the dead continued to walk out of Jumunjin.

The number is about 8 people.

Arthur scratched his head and murmured.

“It’s tricky.”

“I didn’t say I was one.”

Eight blades rushed along with the answer.

Arthur pulled the trigger while using his gnome abilities to defend the blade.

bang-!

An attempt was made to use Space Leap with gunshots blaring out, but Bavarian Blood refused.

It seemed that the number of times he could jump was fixed.

‘Hmm… I have no choice but to break through.’

With thoughts, Arthur fixes the knife.

Then, they begin to dance with swords against the swordsmen of the dead.

Chew-!

The heads of the dead fall along with the scattered blood.

However, since they were the dead who had already experienced death once, they did not collapse.

So Arthur cut off both of their feet.

Kiek!

There were swordsmen who picked up their weapons without falling even though their feet were cut off.

So Arthur even cut off the swordsmen’s wrists.

Even so, when I tried to move, this time the limbs were slaughtered.

Until he couldn’t move like that, the necromancer blinked at the sight of Arthur slaughtering the bodies of the swordsmen.

‘He’s not even a butcher, so he cuts like that?’

With an exclamation close to admiration, the necromancer tilted his head.

Has that mercenary ever met a necromancer or a warlock before?

So you cut it like that?

If it wasn’t for this reason, that figure wouldn’t make sense.

After thinking about it, the Necromancer threw a question.

“Have you ever met a necromancer before?”

“yes?”

“Or that you’ve met a warlock.”

Arthur answered the question by cutting off the arms and legs of the last swordsman.

“uh···. I’ve met them before.”

“Did you react this way back then?”

“yes?”

“So you didn’t panic and cut the knife? I usually cringe at a sight like this.”

Arthur scratched his head and replied.

“hmm···. no. One just fought, the other just chatted.”

“You said you were just talking?”

“yes. He was a white beard from an organization called Sky Island, but we only talked.”

The necromancer’s eyes widened.

Sky Island’s white beard.

A legendary black magician and a dark power that controls the continent.

He was the goal of all warlocks, a living myth.

That’s why the Necromancer’s impression was frowned upon.

“If you don’t want to answer, just say yes, why lie?”

“yes?”

“How could someone like you meet Whitebeard? Even if they met, how are they still alive?”

Arthur narrowed his eyes.

In the meantime, the necromancer started explaining the white beard with enthusiasm.

“He is the myth of all warlocks who contracted directly with the devil! All warlocks follow in his footsteps, but none survive! Why? He won’t spare those who stand in my way! Excluding those who are useful…”

The necromancer’s words cut off.

It’s because Arthur put a knife into the mouth of a necromancer with a space jump that became usable at some point.

“Ah, I’m sorry for talking.”

“… .”

“But do you come back to life?”

The necromancer backed off and muttered as he repaired the torn wound.

“Crazy.”

“You hear that often. But how many times will you die in the future?”

The necromancer takes something out of his chest.

Arthur, who was watching, raised his eyes.

What was in the hand of the necromancer was a teleport scroll.

This is because it was a consumable artifact that could be instantly transported to a desired location.

Because of that, he quickly fired his gun, but the necromancer muttered without dying.

“Can you teach me that? See you on the first floor. A suitable opponent will be waiting for you.”

With the answer, the necromancer disappears.

Arthur, who watched the scene, clicked his tongue.

‘It’s tricky… Seeing him come back to life even after being killed like this, he’s a real necromancer.’

Because of that, Arthur was worried about how to break through this unexpected difficulty.

‘Even though Mr. Willett warned me… I didn’t expect this What do we do?’

It was still possible to run away alone.

It’s enough to escape through space jump.

However, this request was an escort for President Tartan, and it was impossible for Furis to jump into space with anyone.

‘Then I have to deal with the necromancer a while ago while escorting the Tartan president… hmm.’

Of course, protecting someone is much harder than killing someone.

So it was time for Arthur to think.

The most important part that I was missing runs through my head.

“uh? Come to think of it, is President Tartan all right?”

With a murmur, Arthur raises his head.

Fortunately, President Tartan’s office was fine, and the sound of breathing beyond it was rough but vivid.

It was when Arthur turned around to secure the identity of the client.

A faint voice tickled my ears.

“… yo. this.”

“… ?”

“Help me···.”

Arthur looked away.

And he burst into exclamations as he watched the bleeding Genie die.

“what? Is Ginny still alive?”

Ginny’s pointy ears tremble at his question.

However, without any protest, he looked at Arthur pitifully.

Arthur scratched his head at that gaze and pressed the wound on her stomach tightly.

“… !”

Her face contorts terribly in pain.

Her pretty face looked like a ghost.

In the meantime, Arthur takes the bullet out of Genie’s wound and admires it.

‘He was holding on through physical strengthening. Is it a good skill?’

Maybe if the other person wasn’t a necromancer, he wouldn’t have been held hostage.

After thinking this far, Arthur gets up from his seat.

“Then, have a good time at work.”

“… .”

“I took out the bullets, so if you treat the wound, um… You will be able to live.”

It was when Arthur, bowing his head, was about to enter President Tartan’s office.

Ginny grabs Arthur’s ankle.

“please···. Help me···.”

“… .”

“I’ll do whatever you ask me to do… please···.”

Arthur turns his head.

Tears were dripping down Ginny’s face, which was always sharp.

Arthur, who didn’t know how to see this kind of side from the genie, who was like a rose with thorns, raises his eyes.

And pondering, I asked a question.

“Whatever you ask?”

“yes… .”

“What are you going to do?”

“yes···.”

In response, Arthur stroked his chin and pulled out a potion he had just picked up in a fierce battle.

“… !”

Ginny’s eyes tremble without rest.

It was because with that potion, he could heal the wounds in his stomach.

However, the answer that came back was cold.

“This is the potion I picked up while dealing with the undead that invaded the first floor, Genie. but···. To be honest, it’s better to use the potion on me than on you.”

“… .”

“You and I are on the wrong side of this mission. You seem to be a sniper, but it’s the worst match for a necromancer. That’s why it’s a waste to write.”

At the explanation, Ginny opens her mouth.

‘What is that madman talking about!!’

Even if there was no fellowship, would you say that in front of a dying person?

Did he make it like this too?

But Ginny soon decided that it could be.

‘This bastard… It’s not normal. Mattangi is gone.’

Conversation with the Necromancer.

The sword skill he showed in the process.

There were only abnormal things like each one, but the most impressive thing was Arthur’s expression.

Arthur’s expression when he shot himself.

The gazes they met at that time did not reveal even the slightest fragment of emotion, so Ginny knew.

that guy is crazy

I wouldn’t have been able to do this without it.

However, the desire to survive outweighed the fear of that madman.

Ginny persuaded Arthur with the sweetest voice she could.

“I’m useful in many ways…”

“In what ways?”

“If you spare me, I will look after Dawn. With the support of a sniper, it will be easy to deal with the necromancer. there… I also have the means to contact Mr. Willett… .”

At the explanation, Arthur stroked his chin.

It wouldn’t be bad to save the genie if you listened like this, but it felt like I was missing something.

Arthur, who was thinking about what it was, was able to realize it soon.

“Oh Ginny.”

“yes… .”

“I will save you.”

“… !”

Ginny opens her mouth in surprise.

And she shed tears and bowed her head.

“Go, thank you. This grace must be… .”

“Instead. Can I get some of your blood?”

“… ?”

“Not a lot, just a handful. That’s enough.”

With these words, Arthur smiles brightly.

“Dodging you, potion. If you exchange it like this, I will try to live.”