Episode 65. 〈 A new relationship. 〉
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Tinya was the 30th child of King Rahamma.
It was also a child born just for ‘experiment’ rather than love.
-Is it a woman?
Rahamma, sitting on the throne, frowned and looked down at Tinya.
I only saw Tinya now, nearly 20 years after my child was born.
A girl with a slow growth rate due to the characteristics of elves. Rahamma, seeing Tinya like that, shook his head.
He looked quite disappointed.
-So what about necromancy?
He had no interest in his daughter.
He was originally born for experimentation.
Not only did she not have the right to succession because she was a woman, but because she inherited elf blood, she was excluded and subject to slavery.
In necromancy that uses lifespan, the elves’ long lifespan could be used as a good weapon.
Since he inherited the blood of Rahamma, who had the most powerful magical power among all kings, his talent has also been proven.
But…
-That sucks!
Tinya flinched at the angry voice.
She looked up at Rahamma from among the ten skeletons she had summoned through necromancy.
His expression is distorted.
It was anger.
-You’re worse than an ordinary necromancer. Are you sure this is my bloodline?
-What do you mean by that? Take a look. That makes 10!
Damon, the necromancer who served Tinya, embraced her.
-A regular necromancer also summons 12 skeletons. But my child is only this old!
-Tinya has elven blood. Of course, growth is bound to be slow. Ha, but if I grow a little more…
-When will that be? How much longer do I have to wait? 10 years? 20 years? Don’t be funny. We need weapons to invade the Holy Empire.
Rahamma was the most ambitious of Aslan’s kings.
He wanted a green land, and he also wanted to leave behind the greatest achievement in history.
To such a man, his children were nothing more than tools to give him the throne.
-There is no need for slaves like this. Throw it away now! If the feudal lords see this bitch, they will react against her weak appearance.
-that…!
Damon looked at Tinya in surprise.
Rahamma clicked his tongue at Damon’s reaction.
-There was a need for slaves who were healthy and had a long lifespan. Send it to the Black Church. It would be good experiment material. You will either become their prey or a great magic ingredient.
– That doesn’t make sense. That can’t happen…!
-Also, you, Damon, are responsible for failing to tame elves. Disenchant both of them and send them into slavery. Nasus says he has something he wants to do: sacrifice himself for Aslan.
Rahamma glanced at Tinya and spoke indifferently.
-That is for Aslan. Know that it is an honor. Dark elf.
Although this was my first time meeting a father, he was a man who did not even call his daughter’s name until the very end.
That was the appearance of King Rahamma that Tinya remembered.
* *
“Tinya…Tinya?”
Tinya gently opened her eyes.
Lying on a bed in a dark, sealed room, she saw a man looking down at her.
He appears to be middle-aged, in his early to mid 50s.
He was a man with a bald head and a benevolent look.
It was Damon who took care of her from birth until now.
“Please wake up. “You need to prepare.”
“okay. “Thank you for waking me up.”
Tinya smiled softly at Damon’s words.
She got up from her seat.
Slaves came into her room.
They wiped Tinya’s body with a wet towel. Damon combed her hair.
Tinya wore the neatest clothes among the clothes placed in the Black Church’s temple.
Wearing long robes that dragged on the floor and holding a crude cane, she took steps.
As she opened the door and came out, she saw a spacious hall.
The interior of the temple is comprised of rooms from the 1st to 3rd floors, and a prison from the 4th to 10th floors.
The floor was reminiscent of a pale lake with holy water, and plants began to grow around it.
The young slaves were running around with their feet in the holy water, and when they found Tinya, they came to her in surprise.
“It’s a princess!”
“Princess, this…!”
Some of the children gave her flowers.
“thanks.”
Tinya stroked the children’s heads.
Other slaves filled buckets with holy water and headed somewhere.
The central hall of such a temple has a large altar.
The slaves who had been freed from early morning were full of energy.
Since all the necromancers who were watching were dead, they were able to escape the prison and roam freely.
Above all, painful diseases are treated and some food is stored in the temple.
Slaves also had various occupations, so their lives were not difficult.
Perhaps because of the holy water, deep-rooted plants slowly grew on the barren land. The land began to become fertile enough to allow farming.
“Everyone gather together. It’s time to say a prayer!”
The slaves gathered around Damon’s words.
Slaves wearing robes used by the Black Order. They are gathered in front of the altar and praying.
“Tinya, hurry up and pray…”
Tinya nodded.
She went up the stairs.
As she climbed onto the altar, she could see the boy sitting on a poorly made wooden throne.
He wears Amon’s skull on his head and has a magic book on his lap.
The staff was leaning next to the throne.
A boy sleeping with his head thrown to the side.
And the children who were slaves placed flower decorations around the boy.
At that sight, Tinya smiled softly and prayed toward him.
Three months have passed since the Black Order disappeared.
The angel who killed the Shinigami still hasn’t woken up from his sleep.
Damon examined his body and said he was quite weak.
It is a type of depletion of sexual power that can cause normal people to become incapacitated or die.
-But if it were an angel, it would be a different story. Take a look. Although it is weak, he is recovering his holy power. I think I may have fallen asleep very briefly.
Tinya, remembering Damon’s words, finished praying and looked up at the boy.
Although he was wearing a goat skull, which was like a symbol of the devil, the flower decoration on top of his head made him feel familiar rather than scary.
“I hope you wake up.”
Tinya placed the flowers she had received from the children on top of the skull.
Damon, who was watching this from behind, smiled happily.
Still, he looked at his hands.
‘The body has recovered. Yes, at this level, it can be considered a miracle. But…’
A change occurred in his body, which had been deprived of magic.
He looked at his cane and lightly slammed it on the ground.
Holy power gathered and spread.
“…”
Damon forgot what to say.
He had lost his magic and became a ruined person. He now has a body that can use his holy power.
Originally, he had tried to gather magical power again, but before he knew it, his body was filled with sacred power, not magical power.
‘…It’s difficult. All I know is necromancy and black magic, but suddenly I have holy powers.’
It’s like a necromancer turned into a priest.
No matter how much I converted, I couldn’t understand that I had completely different and conflicting powers.
The same would be true for Tinya.
It was a truly strange feeling.
‘But…’
I was able to survive thanks to the angel.
Neither he nor Tinya wanted to become a slave and spend their entire lives as experiment subjects.
It would be nice to live a quiet and peaceful life here.
‘Or…’
Damon looked at the sleeping boy.
He also has eyes to see.
A boy who owns three of Amon’s relics.
No, an archangel in the form of a boy.
If he is truly the son of God and also a being who appeared to save Tinya.
‘Tinya can become an emperor.’
Damon had a smile on his face.
He was a child raised by changing diapers from a young age. Seeing such a child, the nobles, regardless of social status, looked down on him and, in extreme cases, even insulted him.
Tinya endured such shame and came this far.
An opportunity to take revenge on everyone who looked down on her arose.
Damon’s body gained strength from the joy that a child like his daughter could ascend to the throne of kings.
He cleared his throat and walked over to Tinya.
“Now, let’s go. “Now it’s time to eat.”
* *
It was a dark night with the moon rising.
There are people who walk on barren lands while riding camels.
“It’s far away.”
“Is it over there? “The headquarters of the Black Church.”
The masked necromancers in the sandstorm turned their gaze.
There is a large temple visible from afar.
They were informants sent by Aslan.
To invade the Holy Empire, Aslan used the lich Nasus.
The plan was to trap Oscar and take the prince as a hostage.
‘…The problem is that Nasus went missing after that. The communication network with the Black Church has been completely cut off.’
A month after Aslan’s army in the border area was annihilated, the Holy Emperor’s advance began.
The justification was sufficient.
A video crystal ball stored in the 3rd prince’s mansion was discovered, and it became known that Aslan had taken the prince hostage.
As a result, internal division occurred in Aslan.
The plan to invade the Holy Empire by sacrificing nobles became known.
And for the past two months, the Holy Empire has been destroying Aslan without hesitation.
The Holy Emperor Celt came forward in person, and to stop him, 11 feudal lords and Emperor Rahamma, excluding Gallas, directly dealt with the Holy Emperor Celt.
The Celts were barely able to be stopped by the power of the emperor and princes.
I said that several times.
Due to the continued rout, Aslan gradually fell.
As the current Aslan, there was no way to defeat the Holy Empire.
Many cities have already been burned.
King Rahamma also realized the seriousness of the situation.
He sent messages to Nasus several times through Jeonseo-gu, but there was no response.
I had no choice but to send an informant like this.
Because it was placed in the middle of a barren land, it took a month to rush to this place and just reach it.
‘No matter how secretly the Black Church was created, there were no measures taken.’
Above all, this is what happened when I entrusted the job to an undead lich.
“Maybe Oscar is alive?”
“…Then we will die.”
The necromancers swallowed dry saliva and took the reins.
They headed towards the temple where Nasus would be.
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“Tinya. Tinya!”
Tinya woke up and looked at Damon.
“They are coming. The necromancers are coming!”
Tinya was startled by those words.
“they…? Why all of a sudden!”
In a way, it was natural.
Rather, it was strange that he had not been here for three months.
Probably a scout sent to investigate this place.
“Shh. They are already in. “Be quiet… you must remain quiet.”
“What about the angel?”
“…I think it’s already too late.”
Tinya’s face turned pale.
She quickly opened the door and went out. Footsteps reached her ears.
She hid herself in a nearby rock.
The necromancers entered with torches.
They looked inside the broken temple.
“It’s terrible. How wild would it be…”
“Is this… holy water? “Is there a lake made of holy water?”
They looked around. I held up the torch as if investigating.
Startle!
Seeing the occasional slaves gave the necromancers an appetite.
The absence of necromancers and the release of the slaves meant that Nasus was unable to kill Oscar.
So what about the princes who were supposedly taken hostage? At least he would have run away.
“Did you really get hit by Oscar?”
“Rich is no big deal either.”
“They say they mobilized a thousand slaves, but it was in vain.”
The necromancers clicked their tongues.
Some of them went up to the altar.
“That one?”
I found a throne on the altar and a boy sitting there asleep.
Their eyes widened.
The skull on the sleeping boy’s head, the book resting on his lap, and the staff next to the throne were items they knew well.
“oh my god! “These are relics!”
“Those are also the things of Amon, the Demon King.”
“I never thought I would be able to actually see relics I had only seen in books! “It’s not a counterfeit product, is it?”
The necromancers approached the boy with surprised eyes and stretched out their hands.
At that time, there was someone blocking their path.
“Don’t touch the angel’s things with those dirty hands!”
Dark elf Tinya jumped in and blocked the boy with his back to him.
The necromancers frowned when they saw her.
“slave?”
“You’re a dark elf.”
“He’s still young. Never mind. “If you’re a slave, you won’t be able to use magic.”
Tinya frowned as they ignored her again.
“My name is Tinya Aslan. “She is the daughter of King Rahamma!”
“…!”
“As the princess of Aslan, I command you to step back now!”
This time the necromancers reacted.
They looked at each other and then at Tinya.
“What?”
“I’ll say it again. Drop it on the angel right now…”
The necromancers raised their eyebrows as they looked at Tinya.
“Oh, that’s right. This bitch…”
“Abandoned daughter?’’
“Hahaha! What is this, really an abandoned daughter? ?Of King Rahamma…?”
The necromancers burst out laughing.
Tinya looked at them with a frozen face.
“Well, Rahamma had a strange hobby. Using foreign races to experiment on her children.”
“Ignore it. There’s nothing good about touching it. She’s a powerless bitch anyway. Our mission is to report on this place. And…”
Their eyes turned to the relic the boy had.
“…taking the items from here.”
“How dare you guys ignore me!”
“In the first place, if there were hundreds of demi-human children born to the emperor. And I’m sure you know how they are used, right?”
“…”
“So get out of the way.”
They stretched out their hands.
At that time, Tinya grabbed her staff and struck it down.
“I told you not to touch the angel!”
Runes were carved on the altar.
The tree roots around the altar sprang up and approached the necromancers, but they were simply stopped by swinging their staffs.
“You damn kid! Also, angel? “I understand why King Rahamma abandoned you.”
“Wait a minute, what did you just say? Did you use magic? “As a slave, wasn’t your magic power cut off?”
“…I felt holy power earlier.”
The necromancers stuck out their tongues.
“Is it possible to call this little boy an angel? And what about sacred power? “It’s completely crazy!”
The necromancers waved their staffs and summoned skeletons.
“If there are any slaves left here, I will take them with me. I will also offer this year to Rahamma.”
“If I do well, I might be able to obtain a test subject called a dark elf with holy powers.”
The necromancers smiled.
As Tinya turned pale and took a step back, an unfamiliar voice was heard from behind.
“It’s so noisy it’s killing me.”
Tinya was startled and turned her head.
A boy sitting on a throne.
The eyes of a sleeping boy appeared through the eye sockets of a skull so large that it was too loose.
“Who are you saying is an angel?”
A low voice echoed through the temple.
The slaves who heard the sound came out from the darkness.
Damon, who was watching the situation and preparing for a surprise attack, also widened his eyes in surprise.
The boy who was sleeping on the throne.
Allen Allpols, the 7th prince of the Holy Empire.
After three months, he finally opened his eyes.