17-Episode 17 Slaves, Try magic




 That night after leaving Benetnash and the others, I was walking around looking for a place to stay when I noticed that Neya was getting restless. Seretia seemed to have noticed this, too, and was trying to find out from Neya.

 I thought that she was probably lonely after leaving Benetnash and the others, and that there was no need to ask her, but I decided to leave it at that and see what happened.

"Neya, there's nothing to hide. Don't you feel comfortable walking around with your mask off?

"No, I'm not. ......

 I wanted to mock Celestia, but I held my ground: "No matter how much you haven't shown your face to strangers before, you wouldn't be acting suspicious because of that.

So what are you so worried about?

I was wondering if we could each have a private room for our ...... stay.

No, of course not.

 I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but it's a good idea.
 It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

Neya looked me in the eye and confessed, "Well, I've only ever slept with the same s*x. ...... I quickly replied, "No one has ever told me that.

 Neya must have ruminated on my reply in her mind, because after a while, she turned even redder and pressed me.

No, I didn't mean it like that.

 His desperation sometimes makes me suspicious, but in this case he was telling the truth.
 But I'm not interested in that.

I don't know what you mean, I didn't say anything," I said, turning to Celestia, not wanting to deal with her any longer.

It's okay, Neya, I'm not afraid, even though it was my first time with Walth," Celestia said with a smile, seemingly not understanding anything.

I'm not afraid," she said with a smile.

 Neya doesn't understand either. ...... It's in my reputation to overlook this.
 I'm not sure what to make of this.

"Neya, that's not what Seretia means. I was only staying in the same room with you to save on guards and money. From now on, Neya will be in charge. I'll take a nap outside and guard you.

You don't have to go that far. ...... I'll put up with it.

 I suspected that she actually hated men, but she said, "Patience is not good for the body. I'm not sure what to do, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

 Neya looked relieved and bowed her head. However, Seretia, who was watching this, complained, "Unlike me, you are very kind to Neya.

I'm nice to women.

What do you mean? What do you mean I'm not?

 Seretia glared at me with a slightly pissed off expression.
 I'm not going to say that I'm not a good person, but I am a good person. But if I say it out loud, I'll be misunderstood again.

I don't see the Lord as a gender. If you don't like it, please lift this blood curse," I said, pressing the mark on my chest with my left hand.

 It would be a blessing in disguise if I could get the spell lifted, but I doubt it will be that easy. But I might be able to get some kind of concession.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know how to break the spell. It was decided before I was born.

"You don't know? ......

Yes, because your father said that you don't need to know.

 So the only one who knows is that stupid king. ...... Let's just say it was a big gain to know that much. It's useless to expect anything from Seretia.

"Okay. I don't have any more expectations of you. Get your ass back to the inn. I'll cover the perimeter," I said, and pushed them into a nearby inn.

 I watched their room from the back of the inn for a while, and when the lights went out, I left for my original purpose.



       I left for my original purpose.

 Midriver is surrounded by lush forests, and animals and demons alike gather there for the lake's water. Adventurers are actively hunting and there is no shortage of demon corpses.
 Experiments with the reanimation spell cannot be used on those whose bodies have completely disappeared. On the other hand, a corpse that has been dead for a few hours is useless because the soul has not been completely separated from the body.
 So I spent a few hours collecting a large number of the corpses I wanted, corpses that had been dead for a few days. ---- They were all goblins.

It's ugly,......, and the destruction is horrendous. Well, desirable, in a way.

 Goblins are hated even by adventurers, and when they are killed, they are wounded so badly you'd think they were their parents.
 If the reanimation spell succeeds, they will definitely attack me as a human.

 I lay out the corpses and cast an improved reanimation spell at once.
 My body is no longer defeated by magic, but it's not nearly as powerful as it was when I was Ars. I'm not sure if you've ever heard of this, but I'm sure you have.

 I'm not sure what to do. ----

 After a while, the blood returned to the carcass and the wound began to close up.
 As the goblin's head returned to the carcass, his fingers began to move and claw at the ground, trying to hold on to this world.

"Aaah. ......Vv-e-v-e-v-e-......

 The goblin's eyes were unfocused and his mouth was foaming red with blood as he made unpleasant noises that could not be described as voices from the pit of his stomach. It's the same for all of them, and there's no difference in how long they've been dead.

 It is possible to bring them back to life, but without reason or ego, it is doubtful that they can even be called living beings. I tried to use the magic of the Ars era with some modifications, but again, I could not even find a clue to solve the fundamental part of the problem, even if I played with the process a little.

It's just a little more dynamic than before. ......

 In this time period, a ghost of the past named Ars is supposed to be alive. I thought about the possibility that a wizard of my caliber had reanimated my body and imbued it with an ego different from my own, but I was able to reaffirm that it was impossible.
 The only reason I'm still alive is to use that name.
 For now, there is no doubt about it.



 In the meantime, the goblins, crawling along the ground, scattered in all directions. The moving carcasses, which have no ego, do not stop even when they enter the lake, and even try to climb when they hit a tree.
 I decided to leave the poor goblins alone and return to the inn, so that they could enjoy their brief respite from the world.