The Necromancer Who Was Despised

I realize once again how incredible dragons are as living beings.

‘Reading others’ memories…’.

It’s an ability that would make countless humans shudder.

“This guy is from the Southern Great Forest.”

“Hmm?”

“He was originally a slave to the red ogres there, but he escaped here during some chaos.”

And then, he gathered the trolls and made the orcs, who were originally the rulers of this place, his slaves.

“A chaos, you say.”

“Is it the war with the orcs and the trolls?”

“Probably.”

“It seems like there’s a lot to talk about with Littchild.”

“I’ll go with you.”

It seemed like he was going to reveal his true identity and have a conversation.

Tinus, who usually took on a human form for convenience, didn’t intend to reveal his true identity, but it was clear how much he was wary of the giants.

After cleaning up the orcs’ and trolls’ corpses, he left a message saying “good job” to those who had struggled.

Although it was almost forgotten due to Tinus’s sudden rampage, Entin, Valdur, and Yeriya all played their roles well.

Kyle was the same, and it was reassuring to see the power of the Death Knights when they were deployed in actual combat.

However, my heart was quite complicated.

“The Great Forest…”.

The war between the Holy Empire and the Alliance of Different Species, the internal conflict of the 6 Kingdoms, the interference of the 2 Kingdoms, and now the trouble in the Southern Great Forest.

“The Black Star and the Red Ogre…”.

Just thinking about it was exhausting.

Too many things were happening all at once.

In the past, when I was learning black magic from Yeriya, I wondered how the world was turning without my knowledge.

Still, the subjugation itself was successful.

The Twin Head Troll was stronger than expected, but thanks to Tinus’s rapid advance, it wasn’t difficult to handle.

Even without Tinus, we could have killed it.

Kyle was there, and so was I.

And we had the Death Knights to support us.

“We also got a lot of corpses.”

Especially the corpses of the Troll Shamans and the Twin Head Troll were satisfying.

Tinus had requested the Twin Head Troll’s corpse, but since Tinus is my undead and commander, it’s actually more convenient for me if he uses it well.

I just asked where he would use it.

“I’ll analyze the dirty seal and the giant’s power. As for the corpses… I’ll make them into undead later.”

He seemed to be preparing for any possible situation, investigating the giants just in case.

It’s not a bad choice.

In fact, I was a little curious myself.

After the Twin Head Troll’s awakening, its physical abilities skyrocketed.

Although its giant strength is beyond our utilization, who knows?

“It could be a new system of magic.”

The exploration continued from there.

Strong monsters occasionally popped out, but none were as dangerous as the Twin Head Troll.

If there were many monsters like that, the Monster Forest wouldn’t be this peaceful.

We pressed on, pushing through the path, and the monsters either got trampled by us or fled, abandoning their territory.

Among them, Yeri suddenly exclaimed,

“Over there! That way!”

Her voice was slightly excited.

I immediately sent the undead towards the direction she was pointing.

And finally…

“Heh heh. We finally met.”

A middle-aged Dark Elf and…

“Have you finally arrived?”

The exhausted Orcs.

Silent, multiple species stood still.

It was a moment when the interspecies union and the withered land were briefly connected.

◈ Development

“It’s been a long time, Yeri-nim. How long has it been? I really wanted to meet you.”

“…That’s right. Bert-nim, Plete-nim. I didn’t expect the two of you to come.”

Yeri was conversing with the Dark Elves in a more polite tone than usual.

Considering their attitude and Yeri’s title as “Elder,” it wasn’t an incomprehensible situation.

“Untinia came to find us, but we couldn’t just ignore it. As old folks stuck in the back, we couldn’t just stay hidden, especially when there’s an opportunity for us.”

Opportunity.

“The Black Magicians’ Corps.”

The two Dark Elves seemed to be high-ranking Black Magicians who hadn’t been able to participate in the front lines due to a lack of magical energy.

“Lord Sarnika is waiting for you, Yeri-nim.”

“Lord Sarnika…”.

“He’s currently holding the position of Lord. He claims it’s temporary, though.”

“I’m sorry, but I have no intention of returning to the family.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I made a deal with Do-In-nim to cooperate in exchange for help under certain conditions.”

The blueprint for what I would receive was already being presented, and I had to help the Dark Elves escape the war immediately. Yeri couldn’t leave, and it was a fact.

If the promise was fulfilled, the Dark Elves’ land would practically be created in a corner of the withered land.

Since I would be influenced by it, it would be meaningless for me to leave now.

“…There’s nothing to say, as there are too many things to consider.”

The elderly Dark Elf, Bert, who wore a faint smile, looked at me and said,

“It’s an honor to meet you directly, Lord Do-in-ha.”

I bowed my head to Bert, who bowed his head to me.

“I never imagined our relationship would unfold like this. At this point, it’s hard to even mention Anelise’s mistakes.”

A bad relationship.

When I think about it, my connection with the Dark Elves began with Anelise’s wrongdoings.

“To be honest, I was half-responsible for it.”

I used the excuse of past mistakes to ruin Anelise’s party.

At the time, I didn’t know Anelise was related to the Dark Elves, and now, here we are, which was also unexpected for my past self.

“I wonder if Anelise is doing well.”

“She’s active as a member of a team under Valdur. She even performed well in the recent battle.”

She’s been active under Valdur, and during the recent battle, she took care of several orc slaves and did a great job.

She’s fully assimilated into the team, and there haven’t been any problems, so she’s now living a life without much concern.

“It’s not a place to chat, so let’s follow the path. There’s a resting place nearby, although it’s not fully organized yet….”

The elderly Dark Elves looked puzzled when I mentioned a resting place in the monster forest, but they followed us, knowing they couldn’t just stay in the middle of the monster forest.

The place I guided them to was originally a troll and orc village.

The two elderly Dark Elves looked slightly startled, but soon realized it was a monster village and nodded their heads.

“It seems they weren’t ordinary people, judging from what’s left behind. You’ve been through a lot.”

I told them I wanted to use this place as a midpoint, and the elderly Dark Elves nodded, seemingly okay with it.

“It seems fine.”

Bert added, agreeing with my opinion, that there was no need to persuade us further.

“Just explain the trade route, and that’s it. As the Governor, Adias, has entrusted Lord Do-in-ha with full authority, so to speak.”

‘Am I supposed to handle everything from start to finish?’

It was unexpected. I knew they considered the trade route to be very important…

Since the topic of business came up, I asked them about the progress of the interspecies alliance, and they told me the initial stage was already complete.

“In fact, the initial stage was already established. If we just pass the initial stage, the monsters will mess up the road again.”

It was an answer like we just broke through.

It was an expected answer, so I nodded moderately.

It was good.

From the start, I said I would take care of it.

The only regret was that the monster corpses were left behind.

If there were many corpses, time would be shortened, but that seemed difficult.

‘But with Tinus and Yeriya’s help, I can steadily use the ash-colored architecture, so that’s it.’

I planned to assign the undead, who roamed the barren land, to the buildings, and give special tokens to the passing merchants so they wouldn’t be attacked.

‘Only those with permission can use it, of course.’

Those who moved without permission would have to face both the undead and monsters.

In reality, another elderly Dark Elf, Prete, asked me, looking serious,

“I heard you can provide magic infinitely.”

“That’s correct.”

“How…?”

Here is the translated excerpt:

“You know I’m a special case, right?”

It’s information they need to know if they’re going to utilize me.

The Dark Elves had already boarded the same ship, and I was their only remaining chance, so they didn’t hesitate to reveal some secrets.

As I opened my seal and met the pure magic, the elders’ expressions stiffened.

Along with my usefulness, they seemed to realize how dangerous I was.

“You’re someone the Southern scoundrels would covet.”

Southern.

It sounded like they were referring to the black star.

“Do you have any connection with them?”

“…We’re not unrelated. We share the feeling of using dark magic, but it’s not deep. We had the Catacombs, our ancestors’ legacy, but they didn’t have much of a method besides their contract with the demon tribe.”

After losing the Catacombs, they tried to absorb themselves into the other side.

“We couldn’t accept it. Although we shared the common ground of being dark magic users, they were once people who held hands with the Empire, so…”

The history remained intact, just like the Dragorian-made place.

It’s because the interspecies union, which returned some of the lost history of the 6 Kingdoms Alliance, was originally like that….

“It seems that kind of relationship will end today.”

My value was recognized, so their attitude was resolute.

From the start, they didn’t have a choice in how to handle me.

Even if the two elders accepted my magic and used their powers freely, I had considerable forces like Yelriana, Tinus, Master, and Death Knight by my side.

Although the Dark Elves’ absolute power wasn’t weak, they were relatively clear underdogs compared to me.

‘But I still don’t know much about Tinus.’

It was clear that I couldn’t underestimate the other individuals.

The elders wanted to hear directly from me about the ash-colored fog tree I created and the reconstructed Catacombs, so I told them the story again.

I didn’t reveal Tinus’ identity, but they didn’t seem to doubt that I could create the Catacombs.

“If magic is infinite, then there’s nothing we can’t do, right?”

Thanks to Yelriana’s stories about the buildings I created, I was able to solidify their trust.

I told them I would return to the barren land and start anew from there, and the Dark Elves nodded as if they understood.

It seemed like they were acknowledging that they would be the ones receiving benefits.

After finishing the brief communication, I stepped outside and witnessed a strange scene.

The Orcs, especially their leader, were looking at Tinus with tilted heads.

The interesting part was that Tinus was also occasionally glancing at them.

“Why are they like that?”

“…It’s mysterious, I suppose.”

“What is it?”

“It’s hard to put into words, but… it’s mysteriously familiar.”

It was an incomprehensible conversation.

Tinus himself seemed to be puzzled, tilting his head.

“This is strange… I’ve never felt this way before….”

The interesting thing was that despite this, they didn’t approach each other.

It wasn’t like Tinus’ usual behavior.

I shrugged my shoulders and headed straight towards the Orcs.

As I approached, the dark elves showed a stiffened posture.

I wondered why, but later remembered that the interspecies union was a society with a strict class hierarchy.

They were still unable to fully adapt to that place.

I thought they would be rebellious or have a straightforward attitude like Rithild, but it seemed not to be the case.