Immortals From My Past Life Are Still Obsessed With the Reincarnated Me

5 – Dane (5)

I saw an elfin gasping in the distance.

Did I mention that I forgot to leave her knife?

It must have been true that I went to her training ground, but she was holding the sword I gave her as a gift in her right hand.

Until then, I couldn’t find anything strange about it.

The problem was next.

‘Why are there undead?!’

What puzzled me was that there was an undead following her behind her in Elfin.

There are many types of undead.

A ghost-type undead that has no substance, is more skilled in magic attacks than physical attacks, and can fly around.

On the other hand, there are also zombies and skeletons that have a clear substance and can be used as the main means of mass attacks due to the nature of necromancers.

Among them, the undead following the elves clearly belonged to the latter.

Anyone can see that it is a skeleton that makes a crackling sound as its bones collide.

If she was holding a rusty iron sword, the skeleton was bare-handed, so the elfin holding her sword seemed unlikely to be pushed by such a skeleton.

No matter what anyone says, Elfin was a genius warrior.

But why the hell were the skeletons and elves together, to me it was just absurd.

Sug-

First of all, I pulled out the dagger from my bosom and started running.

As I ran, countless questions welled up inside me.

I’ve never seen an undead monster in this area, and it’s hard to believe that a necromancer suddenly appeared.

I couldn’t figure out where the hideous monster came from.

“Master~! Look here! It’s my subordinate!”

The moment the elfin screamed, her feet stopped.

If she is being chased by a skeleton, even an elfin would be terrified.

No matter how good an elfin’s fighting talent is, since they have no actual combat experience, anyone can’t help but tremble in the first actual combat.

But when I think about it, I couldn’t find any trace of fear in Elfin’s expression from the beginning.

But when he saw the skeleton, he didn’t call it his subordinate. Not only was he not afraid, but he was walking away laughing as if he was excited.

No matter how you look at it, Elfin didn’t look like a dangerous situation.

At that moment, something flashed through my brain like lightning.

‘Take the undead as your subordinates…… ?’

Necromancer.

Or, a job commonly referred to as a necromancer.

They are not at all dangerous even with the undead. No, rather safe.

That’s because the undead are assets, subordinates, and weapons to them.

The elfin in front of me was looking exactly like that.

‘It was Liwin just now, but this time it’s Elfin again.’

I felt like I would know the reason for the prophecy that Elfin was a cursed child, so I raised my forehead.

“The elven necromancer isn’t that good… ….”

A necromancer from the elves who love the forest and respect life.

I don’t have long bag straps, but I can assure you that I’ve never heard of or seen anything like this.

It was to the point where I even had the outrageous thought that it was fortunate that I was kicked out in advance with a prophecy before I was caught.

***

“Elfin, may I ask what this is all about?”

“It just went well. Let me introduce you, my subordinate, Skull!”

The more I went, the more spectacle it was.

Elfin stood her skull next to her and introduced her to me by reciting the name she had given herself.

I was astonished at the skeleton’s greeting as it bowed and slightly bent its knees like an old-fashioned aristocrat at the command of the elfin.

Someone killed him and buried him in a hill like this, nobleman… ….

“… ….”

“Master, what’s wrong? Are you mad?”

It was only then that I put one hand on my throbbing forehead without saying anything, and only then did Elfin start to look at me.

In the meantime, the way she pouted her lips and twisted her fingers was cute.

Otherwise, when he started receiving combat training from me, Elfin constantly called me Master.

Although he still doesn’t use honorifics at all, he was satisfied with that. Anyway, I don’t speak respectful words to Justina either.

But the problem now wasn’t that Elfin was too cute or that he was a teacher or something like that.

“…… How did this happen?”

“Huh?”

“Did you find it by accident? Then we became friends….”

It was ridiculous even when I thought about it.

To be friends with a skeleton that was wandering here and there by chance and bring it.

As expected, Elfin was too frank about everything.

“Didn’t you go to the training ground to get a knife? But I accidentally got lost. But kyaaak?! Do you know what I found, Master?”

“…… What is it I am very curious.”

“Skeleton! It was a human skeleton?!”

“Huh.”

There was almost no public security around here, so it wouldn’t be strange at all if someone died in the mountains.

Perhaps Elfin stumbled upon one of those corpses.

“Aren’t you surprised?”

“Yeah, I felt rather familiar.”

“… ….”

“So I got closer. Pity the dead It was protruding a little from the ground because it had rained the other day, so I wondered if I should bury it completely.”

“After that?”

“Somehow, I accidentally touched it, and it happened like this.”

Elfin opened her eyes wide and spread her arms wide.

While making sound effects with his mouth.

“Suddenly came back to life, voila!”

I didn’t even have to ask anymore.

This is clearly necromantic.

Elfin was born with both the talents of a hero and the qualities of a necromancer.

I told Elfin the truth without hesitation.

“Elfin, this is so… It’s called necromancer.”

“Huh?”

I slowly explained necromancy so Elfin could understand.

In a way, it wasn’t too different from the way I explained to Liwin about the dangers of time magic.

Because both are treated as objects of caution in the world.

Of course, in terms of rarity, time magic is much rarer, and it seems that it brings a much greater danger when misused.

However, among the common people, they are less rare and therefore have more hostility towards the necromancer, whose notoriety is widespread.

“That, I see. I just didn’t know anything….”

“This power… It’s better to hide it if possible.”

There is no need to mention the perception of necromancers or necromancers.

It mocks and teases humans who have reached the eternal rest of death, and raises them up again to fight until they become corpses.

Heinous villains who blaspheme the dead.

Because this was the identity of a normal necromancer.

‘Of course it’s that powerful.’

As a matter of fact, from my point of view, which is similarly dishonorable, a necromancer has ‘power’.

The only magician who can stand up to an army single-handedly is the necromancer who can create an army out of the undead.

If you look only at strength, apart from social recognition or treatment, it is.

‘I’m not saying it’s dangerous for nothing.’

But I didn’t want Elfin to walk the path of a necromancer.

No matter what anyone says, Elfin is my first disciple.

Whenever possible, I hoped that her fighting talents would bloom and she would make a name for herself as a warrior.

His talent as a warrior is also excellent enough to reach the sky, so there is no need to block his path by showing his necromantic skills in the eyes of others.

“Okay, if Master says so.”

“If you go and ask Justina, you might learn how to suppress that power. I’m sorry for suppressing your talents, but….”

“Huh? No no no.”

Elfin took my arm as a joke and hung on to it.

“I want to succeed with what I learned from Master. One day I will definitely become a good warrior and return to my hometown. That’s why I’m telling you I wasn’t a cursed child.”

“…… Good idea.”

As I stroked the elfin’s head, I pondered on the thought that, if possible, the elfin would never go back to its hometown.

I don’t know if they kicked the elves out because they knew they had necromantic talents, or simply because they were cursed.

But if it was the former, it was clear that no matter how excellent a warrior and hero an elfin was, he would not accept it with reluctance.

…… I didn’t want to see Elfin hurt like that.

“I’m sure everything will work out, definitely.”

But I didn’t bother to openly say that to Elfin.

Anyway, to Elfin, I’m just a human who passes by during an extremely brief moment in life.

It was the same for Liwin, and there is nothing more to say about Justina.

I, who is nothing short of an extra in their lives, will soon burn with the success of the assassination…….

It seemed undesirable to have too much influence on the three girls as if he were a father of some kind.

Anyway, a few years at most, a year at the most, it would be all right if we stayed together.

More than that is neither good for me nor good for the children.

“Let’s go back, home.”

“Yes!”

I took Elfin’s hand and took a step toward our house where Justina and Leewin were waiting.

‘One year, no matter how long it is, is exactly one year.’

***

After that, 10 years have passed.