The Exiled Necromancer Wants To Create a Bone Dragon

19 – Central Necromancer

Ed entered the teahouse with a man who said he was the vice-president of the central Necromancer Association. It was also the place where we talked about Glodia and Setin’s admission, but it was a good place to talk about secrets because the partitions were well placed. It was used by lovers or people meeting for work, but it was a weekend, so it was a little strange to see two men enter a place full of lovers.

The two of them sat down and ordered a simple coffee to drink, and after the coffee arrived, they started talking.

“Ed Frozenborn, 7th level necromancer.”

“You’re not from the sixth generation. Amedin, I’m a necromancer.”

The man, who identified himself as Ahmedine, pulled back his robe and a cascade of brown hair fell out. Unlike the Glodia or Gloween that Ed saw every day, the man with long brown hair that had a dull feel to it took a sip of coffee with a tired-looking face, shaking slightly as if he was nervous.

“Mr. Ahmedine, I just came down from the north, so I don’t know anything about the necromancer in the center. Can you explain it to me briefly?”

Like most people in the center, Ed had received information while attending Cetin that the necromancers active in the center were terrorists, so he did not think about contacting them first. However, I thought that a person who could communicate well would be able to find out the information and resolve the misunderstanding, so I asked Ahmedine.

“The necromancer in the center is actually very lacking in being called a necromancer.”

What Ahmedine said was enough to make Ed curious.

“What do you lack as a necromancer?”

“Most of us can’t do summoning.”

Ahmedine said with a wry smile. If you can’t use the necromancer’s representative skill, summoning, which can use the core to control undead such as skeletons or zombies, you will definitely be treated as a poor necromancer. In the North, it was impossible to enter Terut Academy if you could not use summoning skills at all.

“Instead, the necromancer in the center produces curse remedies, antidotes, and magic tools.”

‘Are you going to heal the curse placed by another necromancer? If it were a divine union, it could be resolved with a blessing, right?’

Although there was some strange content, Ed decided to listen to the story further.

“Even if you say that you are the curser, wouldn’t it be easier to give up the name of a necromancer when it comes to making antidotes or magic tools?”

“They can be divided into Alchemists and Artifacts, but aren’t the Northern Necromancers who have reached the highest level in both fields? In that respect, it is better to use the name Necromancer because it guarantees quality.”

“That’s right.”

The characteristic of Mana called Corsys, used by Necromancers, was suitable for crafting magic tools. So, I was able to put the sub-space magic tool, which can be said to be the most difficult in that series, into a thin steel plate called a necromancer license. The same was true of the antidote, but it was not an exaggeration to say that Necromancers were at the top of the two fields, as Necromancers studied the highly toxic grasses that grew in the lands where monsters appeared and knew in detail the combination necessary for detoxification.

“So why did you come to see me?”

“Mr. Frozenborn, can you please become the president of our Central Necromancer Association?”

Ed was a bit taken aback as he hadn’t expected to suddenly be asked to become the president. But seeing the unwavering look in Amedine’s eyes, I knew that was sincere.

“To me, whom I am seeing for the first time today, suddenly I am the chairman. You said that Mr. Ahmedin was the vice chairman, but is there no current chairman?”

“Yes. There are currently only three Vice-Chairmen. As mentioned earlier, there are three vice-presidents for curses, magic tools, and antidotes, and I belong to magic tools.”

“Then why don’t we just stay balanced? I don’t intend to stay in the middle.”

Ed was a bit reluctant to take on the head of an organization like a ‘key’. So Ed said no.

“Then would you like to join the association?

Ed cut it short, realizing that Ahmedin wanted to put his name in the association no matter what the conditions were.

“I have no intention of joining the Central Necromancer Association.”

“Whoa…”

Amedine sighed and took a sip of coffee.

“Do you know what the enemies of Necromancers in all regions except the North are?”

Ed thought for a while before answering Ahmedin’s question.

“Are you a necromancer?”

Amedine nodded to see if Ed’s answer was correct.

“That’s right. To be precise, he’s a Necromancer who denies the existence of God. He’s a Necromancer who commits violent acts and acts of terror. Necromancers who joined the Central Necromancer Association because of such a Necromancer feel uneasy. We’re doing it, but when will we be kicked out… I thought about splitting the association as Mr. Frozenbone said, but it’s hard for us who operate Corsys to permeate into the center.”

“That’s why they say they need a president as someone to protect them.”

“In the case of Mr. Frozenborn, he has worked as an assistant instructor for Cetin this time, so his image is perfect. He is the head of the Central Necromancer Association who served as an assistant instructor at Cetin Sacred Academy. Wouldn’t that change the misconceptions of the necromancers in the association a little?”

It was said to be a job for all necromancers in regions other than the North, but I was reluctant. Even if you, who are currently a level 7 necromancer, rise to the highest position among the central necromancers, will that really help? After thinking about it carefully, Ed came to the conclusion that it was not the case.

And the only thing we could do with the association’s help was to create a tool that could contain a large sub-space, but it was virtually impossible unless you were in the North. The ingredients of the monster that evolved into Gigant were used, and the ingredients were strictly controlled by Necropolis.

“I think I have changed the perception of necromancers a little while working as an assistant instructor in Cetin for a month until yesterday. I think I have helped the central necromancers to that extent, but I hope I don’t ask for more than that.”

Ed finished his coffee and stood up. As I left the teahouse, I paid for Ahmedine and headed out into the purple moonlit night.

***

“Hmm… After all, it can’t be done all at once, right?”

After Ed left, Amedine, who was left alone, said to herself. If you side with a necromancer who can ‘infiltrate’ Setin, it seemed that he could do fatal damage to the descendants of the aristocratic family of the Holy Alliance later, but the guard was harder than I thought. Seeing that the young necromancer is unmoved by the title of chairman, it seems that he did not simply come down from the north and luckily enter Setin, where the Witch of Truth lives.

“Ed Frozenborn, a necromancer knight, whom some call the malevolent star, loses his position in the north and grows an organization in the center to dream of revenge on the north.”

Ahmedin drank the remaining coffee, got up and left the teahouse. I went into a dark alley that was hard to find in Rika Coast near the teahouse, removed the tent that covered the broken wall, and entered. Unlike the shabby exterior and entrance, the inside was a facility full of magic tools.

“Welcome. Vice President. How did the recruitment of Ed Frozenborn go?”

Looking at Ahmedin, a man lowered his head and asked.

“Failed. Now they don’t want to be involved with the necromancer.”

“It’s been a while since we’ve been abandoned in the North yet, so we may have approached too hastily.”

At the man’s words, Ahmedin nodded. Even thinking about it, he knew that Ed was leaving the center, so he had a sense of hasty approach.

“The Frozenborn seems to be headed south, so it might be better to have an informant attached? How about Glowyn?”

“Yes. He is the owner of the inn where he is staying, and his face is black, so it seems suitable.”

“Okay. Contact Glowyn.”

“Okay. Vice President.”

A necromancer who is suitable for collecting information while spreading communication magic tools around because he can make magic tools. Amedin, the vice president of the Central Necromancer Association and the head of the Information Guild Color, chose Glowin as Ed’s watchdog.

***

The next morning, when Ed came down for breakfast, he saw Glowyn talking to a middle-aged woman at the counter. Glowwin waved his hand as I spread jam on bread and put it in my mouth thinking it was strange from early morning.

“Mr. Ed.”

“Yes. Mr. Glowyn. Who is this?”

“Someone who will look after the inn for a while. Like Ed, I’m going to go on a vacation to the South.”

Ed bowed his head slightly with the lady.

“You seem to be going in the same direction as me. Are you going to the sea on vacation?

Now, the weather is closer to autumn in the center and closer to winter in the north. “No matter how warm the South is,” said Ed, thinking that the weather was not right for going into the sea.

“Because a vacation is not just about going to the sea. You can eat seafood and just looking at the sea will make a difference.”

“I see. I’ve never seen the sea before.”

“Would you like to go together?”

Glowyn smiled softly and Ed thought about his schedule in the South before realizing that he wasn’t particularly limited by the time of day. As Enild had suggested, Ed had nothing else to do except to meet his niece, the saint, only once.

“I’m going to be in the south for a while, so would it be all right if I leave the inn to someone else?”

“You can see what I do at the inn, but I don’t have anything to do. I take the money, give the key, get up early in the morning, and bring bread and jam. I use someone to clean the room.”

Ed chewed the bite of bread in his hand.

“Sometimes it’s a problem when a bad-tempered guest comes, but Rika Cost handles that kind of thing well. If you go to the Vatican in tears, they resolve it right away. So what do you think? Are you going on vacation with me?”

Ed couldn’t imagine Glowin crying profusely, but he thought it wouldn’t be a big deal since his younger sister, Glodia, worked as a professor at Cetin and stayed at the inn. Knowing the boredom of traveling on a train alone, I thought it would be okay to be with Glowyn, whom I knew.

“Okay. Let’s go together. I think we’ll be in the South for a while. Is that okay?”

“The longer the vacation, the better.”

Glowyn said with a twinkle in her eyes.