The Necromancer Commands Slaves, Not Undeads

26 – Winter and the Chaser (2)

A day had passed since we arrived in Celt village. The bed was soft, the duvet thick, and there was no need for heating. I greeted the morning with a fresh mind.

“Stretch…”

While lying down, I extended myself fully. The feeling of stiff muscles and joints relaxing felt good. However, I couldn’t sit up because…

For some reason, Dorothy, who was lying in my bed, had her arm sprawled across my stomach.

Didn’t we agreed to sleep separately last night…?

I felt a little warm with Dorothy’s soft body attached to mine.

“I had a feeling… it’s a bit hot.”

I carefully removed Dorothy’s arm from my body as she lay sleeping defenselessly.

Looking at Dorothy’s peacefully closed eyes, I sighed deeply.

Soon, I would be 14. Meaning, in my previous life, I would be a middle schooler.

And thus would begin the academics of puberty. That is, the era of natural steroids being activated.

How strong the libido of a pubescent middle school boy is, anyone who has experienced it knows.

Objectively, Dorothy was pretty. Her skin was clean, her hair shiny. And this was without makeup or skincare.

Her pert nose and clear, innocent eyes were good enough to captivate several village boys.

She’d put on healthy weight since we first met. From exercising every day, Dorothy’s firm thighs and developing chest inevitably drew my eyes.

Imagine that. How many people could resist such a girl clinging and fawning over them?

Especially a male middle schooler…

However, while my body was that of a boy, my mind was that of an adult. There were numerous ways I could resist this situation.”There will always be the East Sea and Mt. Baekdu…”

Murmuring the national anthem, I looked up at the ceiling.

Dorothy is a child, I should be protecting her…

When Dorothy wakes up, we’ll have to seriously discuss this.

I sighed, stroking Dorothy’s hair as she used my body as a body pillow.

Unknowingly or not, Dorothy woke up from her slumber blinking her eyes after a while.

“Good morning, master… yawn…”

“Good morning.”

Dorothy casually greeted me with a good morning, and only then was I finally free from the bed.

“I have a question… why are you sleeping in my bed?”

Dorothy, who had gotten out of bed first, oddly looked at me.

“Why can’t I sleep in my master’s bed?”

Dorothy continued her words with confidence.

“We’ve been sleeping together before. Whether it was at the inn or camping, I enjoyed sleeping next to you.”

I was almost convinced by her firm voice, but I sighed and opened my mouth to enlighten her with the correct knowledge.

“That was then, and generally, people would find it strange when a man and a woman share the same bed.”

“Why?”

“Because people usually don’t sleep like that unless they are in love.”

Dorothy tilted her head, then provided me with a clear answer.

“Then from today on, I’d like to be in love with you, master.”

I was tongue-tied by her unexpected words.

In the ensuing silence, I agonized.

From where should I even begin to explain…

It felt ominous that teaching her the correct concepts about s*x would be extremely difficult.

“…Let’s discuss this later.”

That’s how the situation concluded. We finished the leftover dinner from last night for breakfast.

After finishing our meal, Dorothy said she wanted to tour the village. She asked me if I wanted to come, but I told her I had something to do and would join her later.

It was time to read the last page of the translated book after all.

So Dorothy went out to tour the village, and I sat down at the desk and started to read Necromicon and its translation for the first time in a while.

Throughout the long journey from the realm of Freud to the Celtic village, I had been intermittently reading the translation translated by the dwarf.

As a result, the final page of the dwarf’s translation, which translated about 1/3 of the Necronomicon, was now looming, and it was time to read the last page.

The contents written in the translated book I read on the journey were quite revolutionary.

There were only two commands that could be used in the largest fight, the Mantikore Subjugation.

The command to raise humans and the command to raise other animals.

And I could summon them up to ten.

Now I could use even more powerful commands than then.

The translated book I read on the journey was about new commands, and to summarize, it was as follows.

1. How to provide equipment to match the ability of the soul.

2. How to summon a powerful soul permanently.

3. How to increase the number of souls that can be brought.

4. How to store the flesh and soul.

To explain one by one…

Simply put, the first command meant that the skeletons I summoned would now be armed.

From the skeleton archers using bows and arrows to the skeleton warriors using swords and shields.

I could summon these two kinds in large quantities, and the conditions were very simple.

The soul of a man who is to be awakened must have held the weapon at least once. That was the condition.

In this era, humans had held a sword at least once, even if they didn’t know about bows and arrows…

Thanks to this command soul, the skills of humanoid undead, not beast-like undead, had increased significantly.

The second was that powerful beasts or monsters like bears or Manticore could be commanded not just once but permanently.

This second ability goes hand in hand with the fourth ability…”As long as I don’t dismiss their summons, the bodies of the creatures I summon with this ability are maintained permanently.

Even if I dismiss the summon, as long as the body and soul exist, I am able to summon them again.

Therefore, as long as I only preserve the stock, they will become my faithful servants who will annihilate the enemy.

The third capability is my ability to increase the number of undead I can summon.

I can now control up to fifty at once.

The fourth is the ability to turn souls and bodies into tiny beads and store them inside my body.

Currently, I am carrying fifty beads in my body. With these, I can summon undead whenever I need to.

Because of these capabilities, I have become far more powerful than when I vanquished the Manticore in the Freud Territory.

I wonder if I could now defeat a Manticore by myself without the help of mercenaries and lords. That’s how I feel.

“Alright. Let’s read the last page now.”

I finally unfolded the last page the translation I had been putting off.

I vaguely skimmed through the whole translation. Since I didn’t properly read back then, there wasn’t any real recollection in opening the last part.

What kind of content would it contain…?

With that expectation, I began to read the unfolded last page.

Unexpectedly, the last page did not contain anything related to necromancy.

However, I wasn’t disappointed. Rather, I was appalled.

It was as if the elder had anticipated me reading this translation; a message from him was written on the last page.

-‘The remaining time for me to complete the entire translation is not long.’

-‘The reason why I bother to translate the ancient language even though necromancy isn’t my magic to use is that the assistant tends to be curious and proactive.’

-‘If the person reading this page is my assistant, look into the gift I’m sending you.’

I groaned low. It was like he had foreseen the future and had written a message for me in advance.

“What is this…”

If it was just that, I wouldn’t have been so puzzled. The reason for my shock was related to the gift.

The elder had never given me a gift while he was alive.

The only two things I could recall as gifts from him were Dorothy, who came to me after the elder’s death, and the mysterious smartphone that restored my memories of my previous life.

Given the phrase in the translation, the next content is likely to be related to the smartphone.

I retrieved the smartphone from my pocket.

Certainly, this smartphone was different from the one I used in my previous life.

If I were to point out, the difference was that this world had a translator with written languages and an infinite battery.

What kind of trick did the elder use… There was no way to know at this point.

I manipulated the smartphone to find the message the elder had allegedly hidden.

“Found it.”

It was a note written in Imperial language saved as a TXT file. I carefully clicked on this hidden file.