Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

61 – Asa Chinta and Dementia Necromancer

“To think that this could happen while I was away for a while, tsk tsk. We should strengthen the corpse soldiers a little more, Won.”

An ugly voice was coming from far away.

“It’s by the aisle.”

The prianian squad leader said.

“That big guy over there. Take your hands off the table!”

The voice squeaked again.

I picked up the feather pen on the table instead of sneaking up on the sword next to me.

“……”

I skimmed through the items on the table as quickly as I could, and quickly grabbed a few of them.

It’s not stealing, it’s just that it’s moved to my side.

When I didn’t turn, I heard a choking voice again.

“That big rat over there. Last warning, turn your head!”

I turned my head. When I looked completely towards the aisle, the storage compartment of my Taj was full.

Jerbuck…

Judge..

Jerbug.

The sound of footsteps coming from the other side of the dark passageway got closer and closer, revealing itself.

“You managed to step into my dungeon and still come in here alive.”

The owner of the voice was a dwarf man in a black robe.

He wore his hood down, but his eyes, which looked yellow somewhere, and the age spots covering most of his wrinkly skin made us guess that he was quite old.

Having said that, he seems like an ordinary old man, but I can assure you that he was absolutely not.

There is a strange aura in the eyes of an ordinary old man, and wouldn’t it remind you of a centipede curled up with bloody feet as if wrapping around the eyes?

“Let’s see.”

After saying that one word, the black robe looked over our party as if it were judging them.

“One year as a servant of the hateful sun god. A b*tch holding a crossbow with a familiar look, he’s an idiot standing around thinking he’s an apostle of some kind of justice.”

The muttered voice came clearly to us across the plaza.

“Flowers in both hands. It’s a traditional, but not bad combination. Although the male will have a hard time later.”

He chuckled as he said that, but the laughter gave me the feeling that something with many legs was crawling around my ear.

The chain of the incense burner swayed.

“Concentrate.”

Priest Rien muttered.

I tried to shake off the disgust that made my body tremble on its own, and I spoke to the black robe in the distance.

“Excuse me, are you the owner of this dungeon?”

He shook his head.

“Yes. Rat thief He is the owner of the things you stole. Are you going to keep squeaking, squeaking?”

I couldn’t see anything in my direction from where it came out, but I already knew I was picking something up.

‘The detection magic must have been applied.’

But I needed to check if it was only recognizing what was on the desk, or if I was a crazy bastard who enchanted each and every one.

The reason was simple. To get a sense of that guy’s level.

At least looking at the contents of the diary I read, that crazy warlock bastard – no, let’s just say a warlock bastard, because the meanings overlap – has a strong self-congratulatory personality, and seemed to be overflowing with confidence in his skills.

But I was a human, and he was a huge buntangchung.

Just as dragons do not know the human mind, people do not know the mind of Buntangchung. So what I had to do was experiment.

I asked while pretending.

“A thing? We-“

“One feather pen, one inkwell, and one magic scroll on your body.”

It was the latter. Like this crazy bastard. Seeing my expression, the warlock chuckled.

“Looking at that funny expression, I’ll just skip that. It’s a scroll enchanted with Greek magic, and it’s like a fluttering feather pen. You rat with a funny face! It’s been a long time since I’ve been laughing It is the dawn that reminds me of Alex Meltin after being hit by a crossbow!”

He sounds like an old man, but he was careless.

It means you’re anticipating a crushing victory, and at the same time you have something overwhelmingly crushing.

Priest Rien asked.

“Did you kill the corpses here?”

Her voice trembled, but her direction was very straight. That’s why the warlock who heard the exact meaning shook his head.

“I didn’t kill you. No.”

“Then what?”

Her words were cut short, but he didn’t react.

As if the engine in his head had been started at the word death, he started muttering frantically.

“My corpses killed me. So, if you’re going to be judging the sun god or something, go ask them. Unless you want to squeak in front of me like a rat and end up at the bottom of a pile of new corpses in the plaza!”

A madman’s laughter resounded throughout the plaza.

“Dungeon Master.”

Before that, I tried to smile and said.

“Is the Battle of the Territory outside your achievement?”

I didn’t make a mistake with my choice of words. Said it was an achievement. At least it can be eaten sweeter than being said to be evil.

And he must have said that very sweetly.

“Dungeon Master! It sounds good to your ears! Did you put sugar on my ears? No, there was no sugar from the corpses here. Only the death throes were sweet, but I deal with death, I don’t put death on my ears!”

He starts talking gibberish, pauses for a moment, then looks at me again and says.

“Did you read my diary? Oh, of course, since I read it, I must have asked this question. Okay. That’s right. I did. You clever rat That too, of my own will.”

The warlock spat out words that were different from the contents of the diary.

Apparently, in his diary, he said he didn’t expect it.

“Is that so?”

Perhaps it was because he felt that my reaction was not cool, and he suddenly started to get angry.

“What do you think of me! Servan was a great artist. He made everyone in the village dance the forgotten dance of death all night long waving their lifeless limbs in front of a fire pit. What do you think of me who revived something that could not be reproduced and made it into art!!”

An eerie light flashed from his right hand, then fell silent again.

“Ah. Sorry. Sorry. I promised not to use offensive magic. Sorry. Sorry.”

Then, he suddenly started crying like a child.

Mom, Mom. Mom. I’ll save you. Sorry.

“……”

“……”

We just watched it.

After shouting something softly in the air for a long time, he looked at us as if he had come back to his senses.

“…How far did you talk?”

The carapace of the centipede could be seen more clearly in the watery eyes. It was a tragedy in which unsympathetic sorrow engendered revulsion.

“That person seems to be getting dementia.”

Priest Rien quietly whispered.

Not hearing that, he looked at us again.

“Ah. I said I was going to tell you that I alienated the lords!”

As if he couldn’t stand the itching of his mouth, he exposed everything himself.

“The Earl of Barrington, and someone who thinks he is a Count. I sent a letter to both sides. I think I saw some dead bodies in the mountains!”

-Sorry, plans have changed.

Only then did I know why I was scouting the mountains today.

-What did you see inside?

At the same time, that’s why the soldiers of the opposing territory questioned us as we came out of the cave.

“……”

“Damn it! Damn you!”

While I was thinking about it. Suddenly, the black magician shouted as if it was unfair. I couldn’t predict his mood swings.

“For that reason, some of the collected corpses were transferred to the mountainside by the undead. What is this? Some madman broke into my dungeon and took away all the precious corpses! I really want to see what kind of guy he is!”

The warlock shouted loudly as if in exasperation. But we couldn’t agree.

The prianian squad leader asked him.

“What the hell is that for? Why are you guys doing this in the middle?”

“That is, of course, to realize the ultimate in necromancy, an empty-headed b*tch-“

The warlock, who was about to rant like that, suddenly stopped talking, then opened his mouth a moment later.

“Ah. I just remembered! Also I’m a genius! It’s you The mercenary who shot Alex Meltin in the head. You’re still alive! That’s how you would have been subjected to an assassination attempt, but you survived!”

“What?”

The squad leader’s face hardened. The warlock giggled and revealed that it was him who sold the information.

“Why?”

“Yes, we have pride too!”

He spat it out as if it were natural. Even as Priest Rien and my faces turned toward the squad leader, the warlock made a grand sound of bullsh*t.

“He must have incinerated all relevant information, thinking he was dead, and erased the assassination mark. I don’t need to do anything else since I can just kill them here anyway.”

He kept muttering something.

“But it bothers me a little that the information guild rats didn’t do their job properly. Okay. After I kill all of you, should I make one or two undead to do my job better?”

Hearing the warlock’s murmur, the prianian squad leader opened his mouth.

“Because of you… The last few months have been hell for me. I had to doubt and doubt everything.”

“I see, so?”

“After I was almost stabbed by a man who approached me while laughing, I had to be wary of everyone, and I had to carry all my food with me after being sick for three days with an apple I got on the street.”

Hearing that, the warlock asked back as if nothing had happened.

“Because BoA is at least alive. What’s the problem?”

“Yes. Alive. I might have died if it wasn’t for just a squad member next to me.”

“Just a squad member?”

“Yes. Just a squad member. I probably wouldn’t have met you if it wasn’t for you.”

The prianian squad leader laughed and raised the crossbow again. Tears welled up in her eyes at a glance.

“It’s all thanks to you.”

To her gratitude, the warlock raised her watery eyes in response.

“You are welcome.”

But unlike her eyes, the emotion in her voice was dry.

After that, there was only silence.

After their hateful conversation was over, I took a step forward.

Responding to the squeaking sound, he asked in surprise.

“What grudge do you have against me?”

A wrinkly hand pointed at Rien Priest.

“You don’t look like a priest who believes in God like that b*tch.”

This time he pointed at the squad leader.

“You don’t have a grudge with me like the other side.”

“……”

“It’s because of the woman, tsk tsk.”

The warlock opened his mouth with a grunt. In my opinion, it was as if the sanity that had been in for a while had gone out again.

“Since you came here anyway, I can’t let you live, but if you surrender now, I’ll at least revive you as fully as possible. How is it?”

“Whoa.”

The plaza became quiet. I took a moment to catch my breath and choose my lines.

Young master of the Far East said, Do not see, do not hear, do not speak, do not do what is not.

I’d say all the bullsh*t you’ve been doing is never right.

That’s why I can’t possibly see this bloody horror you created.

I can’t just listen to the plans you’re talking about for the ultimate necromancy thing.

Because I can’t really get that bullsh*t you’re claiming out of my mouth,

I will do what I have to do.

Your deed will never be done.

‘Okay. It is perfect. Now I just have to say it out loud.’

The script was perfect. But since I was too introverted, I just spat out one word.

“It sucks. I only lived a family entertainment building as a family relatives. “

Anyway, I think it’s true that it’s true.