Karnak wore a displeased expression.
âYou want to confront the necromancer directly? And then what?â
The outcome was obvious if they faced off head-on.
â Hello, are you by any chance the necromancer?
â No, Iâm not.
â Oops, my mistake. Goodbye.
Could it really go like this?
Surely, Alius wasnât that naive.
âOf course, Iâm not saying Iâll interrogate them outright. The Inquisitor has their own methods.â
Karnakâs eyes gleamed.
âOh, have they developed a holy spell specifically to track necromancers that I donât know about?â
That was possible.
Necessity is the mother of invention, after all. In his previous life, necromancers didnât sprout up like weeds as they do now.
âIn that case, we should move before the sun sets.â
Just as Karnak was about to rise, Alius stopped him.
âWeâll move after night has fully fallen. Letâs rest for now.â
ââ¦Is that really okay?â
Sunlight greatly weakens the power of darkness, which is why necromancers exhibit their true strength deep in the night.
And yet, they wanted to confront the necromancer only after the sun had completely set?
âItâs easier to determine whether someone is a real necromancer when the night is deep. Youâll see soon enough.â
With that, Alius headed towards his bed.
âThen, Iâll take a quick nap. We need to be prepared for the night.â
It wasnât just because he was sleepy. He was trying to replenish his holy power as much as possible through rest.
If they were really going to face a necromancer, it was the proper stance for a cleric to take.
Karnak and Varos also lay down on their respective beds.
Staring at the ceiling, Varos asked through magical telepathy.
[Whatâs the real situation, young master?]
[Both of them are under mental manipulation.]
Unlike Alius, Karnak could clearly see the state of Priest Gras and Sister Julia.
[Their foreheads are dull. It means theyâre under necromantic influence. Itâs so faint that Alius didnât notice, but itâs there.]
[The necromancer must be quite strong, right? Isnât it difficult to manipulate the mind of a cleric?]
[Itâs more that their holy power is just too low.]
To be honest, their level was barely enough to even be called clerics.
[Thatâs probably why theyâve been assigned to this rural village.]
Not just the clerics, but the entire village was under a weak bewitching spell. Karnak had already confirmed it all on the way here.
[For a third-rate necromancer, theyâre pretty decent. Theyâre around the level I was in my mid-20s. Theyâre hiding so well that itâs unlikely theyâll be caught easily.]
But in his past life, there were no clerics like Inquisitors who specialized in dealing with necromancers. Thatâs why, even when he was weak, he managed to survive by hiding and running away.
Glancing at the deeply sleeping Alius, Karnak smiled.
âIt was definitely worth moving together. I can learn about the clerics of this era.â
* * *
The three of them slept soundly until dusk. Then, they had a hearty meal prepared by Sister Julia.
It was a simple meal, befitting a small village church, but it was enough to restore their energy.
During the meal, Karnak offered a donation worth several times the cost of the food, bringing happiness to Priest Gras.
After finishing their meal, the three of them returned to their room, saying they would get some more sleep since the night had deepened.
A bit more time passed.
Alius, who had been watching the situation outside, spoke up.
âItâs about time for you two to go to bed as well. Letâs move.â
He was suggesting that they sneak out of the church without Priest Gras and Sister Julia noticing, in order to find Cleo, who was suspected of being a necromancer.
âIs it really necessary to keep this secret?â Karnak asked, curious.
Alius answered seriously, âItâs to prevent the possibility that they might be under the necromancerâs influence. If thatâs the case, our movements could be reported to the necromancer.â
âThen wouldnât it have been better to hide the fact that youâre a priest from the beginningâ¦?â
âThere are times when we do that.â
He explained that this is indeed the case when there is a certain level of foot traffic in the area.
âBut in this village, outsiders are rare. Itâs better to clearly reveal our identity than to appear as suspicious strangers.â
Many priests were already traveling across the continent, continuing their search for necromancers.
Didnât Sister Julia mention that another priest had visited a few months ago?
So, the appearance of an outsider priest in the village was still within the realm of what could be tolerated.
But if that priest suddenly left the church in the middle of the night?
âNow that would be truly suspicious.â
âI see, I hadnât thought that far ahead.â
Karnak was honestly impressed.
Unlike him, Alius hadnât noticed anything suspicious about the people in the village. Despite that, he was prepared to handle the worst-case scenario.
Alius, feeling a bit embarrassed, responded, âThis is standard training for official Inquisitors.â
The world had certainly changed. Unlike in the past, the Church of the Seven Goddesses had now systematized their response to necromancers.
After finishing his preparations, Alius rummaged through his belongings once more.
He pulled out a shabby robe, which he put on over his priestly garb, and then he took out two equally shabby cloaks and three masks.
âItâs fortunate I had spare cloaks.â
Laying them out in front of the group, he began to explain the plan.
* * *
Moonlight faintly filtered through the window.
As Cleo gazed out at the dark forest beyond, a smile crept across his face.
âThe time for harvest is drawing near.â
Reflected in the window was the image of an ordinary middle-aged man, seemingly in his late forties.
Contrary to what the villagers believed, he was neither young nor handsome.
But that didnât matter. The villagers perceived him differently.
How fragile is the human mind?
âFoolish beings, hehehe.â
In the room, a maid was busy tidying the bed.
In reality, a maid from a noble household wouldnât wait until this late hour to prepare the bedroom. Proper etiquette dictated that all tasks be completed before the masterâs presence was required.
However, this girl, wearing a maidâs uniform, was just an ordinary maiden from the village. Expecting more from her would be unreasonable.
Cleo waved a hand dismissively toward the maid once she finished.
âYou may go now.â
ââ¦Good night, Master.â
With vacant eyes, the girl left the room.
Watching her retreating figure, Cleo clicked his tongue.
âTsk, just watching is hard to endure.â
She wasnât particularly beautiful, but she was still a young maiden. The desire to take her on the spot was almost overwhelming.
But Cleo restrained himself.
A maidenâs soul held high value as a sacrificial offering.
âAfter coming this far, I canât lower that value for a moment of indulgence.â
It had taken him half a year just to seize control of the village, gather the dark power, set up the barrier, and prepare to offer the sacrifice to summon a demon.
He had even spent a considerable amount of money to purchase and renovate the abandoned mansion to blend seamlessly into the village.
âHehehe, itâs almost time.â
He was just about to lie down, dreaming of the immense power he would soon wield, when something triggered the detection barrier he had set up around the mansion.
ââ¦Intruders?â
Startled, Cleo focused his mind.
âCould it be a follower of the Goddess?â
He had already been uneasy, knowing that a priest had entered the village. But since there had been no movement from the church after the priestâs arrival, he had begun to relax.
âRegardless, if there are intruders, I canât just sit here.â
Cleo hurriedly grabbed his sword.
As he stepped out of the room, he found three men standing in the hallway, their faces concealed by masks.
âMasks?â
If they were priests, there would be no reason to hide their faces. Additionally, their shabby robes and cloaks made it difficult to identify their affiliation by their attire.
Perplexed, Cleo pointed his sword at them.
âWho the hell are you?â Cleo demanded.
A man in a shabby robe swaggered forward.
âHey, man, thereâs a lot of talk about you. Word is, some rich kidâs been throwing money around like itâs nothing.â
He twirled a dagger lightly in one hand as he continued in a sneering tone.
âSo we thought weâd drop by and get a share of that leftover cash ourselves.â
Cleoâs expression twisted into something strange.
This was completely unexpected.
ââ¦What is this? Just some common thieves?â
But the more he thought about it, the less surprising it seemed.
When rumors spread about someone having money, it was almost inevitable that this sort of thing would happen.
Cleo let out a small, incredulous laugh.
âKuh, heh, hehâ¦â
âOh, so you think this is funny?â The young thief frowned, pretending to stab with his dagger.
âLooks like youâre going to need a little prick to snap out of it.â
Pathetic.
Utterly pathetic and laughable.
Cleoâs eyes changed. His voice dripped with contempt.
âHmph, worms like you arenât even fit to be sacrificesâ¦â
A pitch-black darkness erupted from Cleoâs body, filling the corridor.
âFor the crime of disturbing my sleep, youâll pay with your lives!â
Paaaaaaah!
An overwhelming aura of malevolence spread in all directions.
The sheer power of the darkness was enough to instinctively paralyze any living being with terror.
Cleo burst into maniacal laughter.
âHahahahaha!â
But then a voice cut through his laughter, freezing him in place.
âWow, you really showed your true colors right away, huh?â
***
Aliusâs âplanâ was as follows:
âWeâll disguise ourselves as bandits and threaten him for money.â
ââ¦What?â
Naturally, Karnakâs response was one of disbelief.
âAre you saying youâre not going to use a holy spell to identify the necromancer?â
âIt would be wonderful if such a spell existed, but since it doesnât, we canât just sit back and do nothing.â
âEven so, are you really going to have a priest of the Church of the Seven Goddesses pretend to be a bandit?â
Alius looked slightly sheepish.
âThis is just my own method. Itâs not something the Church recommends.â
Karnak felt a bit relieved.
Thankfully, it seemed the Church of the Seven Goddesses wasnât that reckless after all.
âBut youâd be surprised how effective it is.â
Necromancers are those who break all kinds of taboos to gain power.
âAnd when such a person is confronted by bandits in the dead of night, with no one around to witnessâ¦â
Alius smiled with satisfaction.
âWould they really hand over everything quietly, afraid of the consequences, or would they reveal their true nature in anger?â
* * *
Dark energy surged in every direction. The mere sight of it would cause any living being to tremble with fear.
The necromancer, his red eyes gleaming in the darkness, should have been the embodiment of terror itself!
â¦But for some reason, the reaction wasnât what Cleo expected.
One of the masked men in the shabby robe shrugged his shoulders.
âDidnât I tell you? This method has never failed before.â
A thin man nodded seriously, acknowledging the effectiveness of the plan.
âIndeed, itâs hard for this not to work, considering human psychology.â
The large manâs reaction was more ambivalent.
âMore than that, if this method didnât work, we wouldnât even be able to identify the target in the first place. So itâs only natural that it always seems to succeedâ¦â
Despite standing before a necromancerâa figure synonymous with death and terrorâthe three men remained utterly calm. It was clear they were no ordinary bandits.
âYou bastardsâ¦â
Cleo, surprisingly, found himself regaining his composure.
âSo, you really are the Goddessâs dogs.â
Karnak and Varos threw off their cloaks, revealing the longswords and wizardâs wand they had hidden beneath.
Alius also pulled an oak staff from within his robe.
âTo the one who serves the darknessâ¦â
The staff began to emit a brilliant light, pushing back the darkness.
âKneel before the light of the Goddess!â
Light and darkness collided, producing a thunderous roar. The corridor and ceiling shook as dust fell from above.
Kwakakakwang!
Amidst the deafening noise, Cleo murmured calmly to himself.
âYes, I knew this day would comeâ¦â
He was momentarily surprised, but it wasnât a major issue.
His opponents consisted of only one priest, one warrior, and one mage.
That much, he believed, he could handle.
âFine then, you dogs of the Goddess!â
Cleo spread his arms wide, and a shroud of darkness began to spread in all directions.
âIâll show you the true power of death!â