The Barbarian Became a Necromancer

063.

For Rika, jumping into the expedition was a matter of mixed emotions.

It was the first gigantic job he took on after taking on the position of captain of the silver choir.

Successfully lead the exploration of the ruins by assisting the lack of sacred art of a mere mercenary guild.

With that alone, the Silver Choir will be able to solidify its position in the Holy Kingdom.

I came with a small ambition, not a pure spirit of service.

As such, she had a slight rivalry with her best friend.

‘Persie. You’re born with your status and ability, and you’re lucky.’

She was born as the third princess of the Holy Kingdom.

Did you say that divine power follows lineage?

Her talent was the first case in which Rika’s theory of hard work was shattered.

Even if I had no talent, I thought I could become anything after constant effort.

It wasn’t.

‘It wasn’t enough that I entered Cain Academy, so I went to an Aden party where only the best friends were gathered.’

couldn’t get behind

She didn’t hate Percy for making her feel that rivalry.

On the contrary, I stayed closer and met her whenever I could.

‘Persie! Are you from the Northern Warfront now?’

‘Oh, Rika. sorry. Am I a bit late?’

‘No, I just came. However, the colleagues who introduced me… ?’

Percy, whom he met after a long time since graduating from Cain Academy, was still a beautiful friend.

‘that is… .’

‘Oh, everyone is busy, but I can’t help it. Then shall we go to a cafe together after a long time?’

As usual, Persie and I casually arm in arm and sit at the cafe talking.

I was looking forward to a new meeting, but I’m busy.

Rika wasn’t a person who lacked understanding so much.

It was morally right to understand that they are people who are working hard in a battle field where life and death are constantly going back and forth.

‘so? What happened after that?’

‘Lokram-nim broke the ceiling and appeared. He received all kinds of black magic and arrows and protected us. It was dramatic.’

‘Wow… , I think he must have looked like a real warrior.’

‘Lokram-nim is a true warrior that I acknowledge.’

It was fun to chat with the two of us.

Persie mainly released the things he had experienced with the party members at the academy.

Among them, he seemed very happy when he talked about a man named Lokram.

I have to say that I can see a bit of admiration.

The eyes shining through the thinly open eyes of Percy, the merchant who always smiled, twinkled.

‘sorry. Am I the only one who was excited and talked too much?’

‘no. I worked in the choir, so I couldn’t say anything else. Can you tell me more about Lokram?’

‘yes yes?’

rarely get flustered

Still, there seemed to be no sign of dislike, and Rika was genuinely curious.

Who the hell is the one who made me have extreme feelings for this white drawing paper woman?

Praise started with the detailed appearance description.

he is silent and be kind

It is said that the spirit of sacrifice punctuated by altruism saved everyone and even defended itself admirably.

‘He’s an undefeated warrior.’

‘I see. It’s reassuring just to hear it.’

‘Right? Rika, I’ve never thought of the opposite s*x as cool.’

‘hmm? Me too.’

Rika agreed with her words.

It is an environment in which it is inevitable.

It was a church with only skinny priests and generally skinny paladins.

She had never felt any more than rational appreciation for them.

But Percy seemed different.

It was as if he had gained something from Cain Academy that he had never felt before.

‘But he, Lokram-nim, is cool. He is a man who sincerely wanted to be like him and wanted to support him.’

Her explanation was so detailed that the association was good.

Thick lines, heavy bass that makes listeners feel comfortable.

Her hair, which looks like a lion’s mane, is soft enough to flutter in the wind.

What about the body that supports it?

Seeing Percy’s flushed face was also an interesting sight for Rika.

‘Hmm, that’s what I’m going to say anyway. Rika, I want you to quickly rise to the position of captain of the silver choir and experience the world.’

‘I don’t think I’m saying that for the sake of the Goddess. Is this it?’

‘It’s love!’

‘hahahaha! I’m kidding. Why are you reacting like that?’

It was also fun to see him flustered for the first time.

It’s a fun memory that I buried like that.

That was until he met Locke.

Locke was the owner of an appearance similar to the Lokram mentioned by Percy.

Their personalities and manners are similar.

It’s a position I’ve only listened to, but it’s a very detailed introduction.

So I couldn’t help but be suspicious.

That suspicion continued throughout the exploration of the underground city.

‘Heretic Inquisitor!’

Then, his suspicions faded when he saw him slashing the Iron Golem with the holy relic.

He didn’t seem to be Lokram, a member of the Arden Party.

The proof was that he didn’t wear the fighting spirit or the aura that Percy said.

He wielded divine power.

With a mighty sword that no paladin could imitate, he neatly cut the iron golem and even the buildings beyond it.

It was to the point where I felt like I was seeing a hero in a myth.

Soon, an incident that completely cleared the doubts occurred in the great morgue.

It wasn’t because he did something else.

Rika wanted to believe that.

A truly cool being that Percy said.

That said, the existence in front of his eyes was not the one who filled Percy’s head.

That’s why I was suspicious.

She wanted to trust him, the man in front of her like Lochra.

If it was true that Locke was Lockram, who hid his identity, the feelings that had sprouted in his heart would never bloom.

Because I thought I should quietly cheer for Percy this time.

‘Huh… really.’

After the Underground City Incident.

His appearance at the banquet hall was so cool that one could stare blankly at it.

It was to the point where I didn’t get tired of looking at it.

He comes and sits beside him.

After 4 hours of hard work, she calmly praises the dress she chose.

A smile came out of his voice, which was not empty, but sincere.

What will happen after this?

Like this, just the two of us, are you whispering a story that only me can hear?

My heart beats like an unbridled colt.

It was a while to fan your hands in the uncontrollable heat.

Locke pulled out something.

The moment you see it, your heart sinks.

It was a pure white feather widely used as a way of confession in the Holy Kingdom.

The moment you see it, the emotion of joy that comes up from the depths fills your body.

I barely suppressed the scream that was about to burst out from within.

It was a series of sudden situations, but Rika was genuinely happy.

It was because of that that he managed to save face by holding on to the remaining reason.

Now, what shall I show you next?

Everything Percy said was true.

To be able to meet such a good reason by experiencing the world.

When I go back, what should I buy in return?

How should I introduce Mr. Locke before that?

All the delusions and rosy futures that fill my head.

It plummeted incomparably faster at Locke’s words.

‘I’m crazy, really!’

I was furious at the moment when he had shattered my expectations terribly.

In a different sense, passion-filled emotions were expressed through the body.

Still, Locke was adamant.

The voice that corrected her misunderstanding was still kind, and Rika felt strange as she slowly calmed down.

‘why?’

Because you still have a crush on him even though you felt betrayed?

I can think of several reasons.

But the first reason that came to mind was the most reasonable.

I still didn’t like him.

Hey, isn’t this happening too embarrassing because of your own misunderstanding?

he is not at fault

If I had to point out a point, there was one thing.

“From now on, I want you to clarify your purpose in detail so that the other person does not misunderstand.”

“sorry. I thought I might be able to get into Tom’s ears, so I said it around.”

“If that’s the case, I have nothing to say.”

Even this misunderstanding came from his meticulous consideration.

It was a remark he had chosen in the hope that Tom would not be bothered by his affairs.

‘Ugh, I’m ashamed.’

His shin had long since healed.

At the same time, it was the first time that sacred arts felt harsh about the fact that one’s emotions could not be cured.

Still, Rika, who had somehow calmed down, looked straight at Locke.

“You said to send the contact to Cain Academy, right?”

“Does that mean you’ll do my favor?”

“I-I heard that it would be impossible without me. So there’s nothing wrong with it.”

It was gruff on the outside, but I didn’t hate it.

It was really good that my relationship with him didn’t end after this meeting.

“There have been some incidents, but if I can establish a relationship with a high-ranking member of the Baekkyo by helping you. It’s a business that remains.”

So Rika still wanted to believe him as Lok rather than Lokram.

***

This is Lokram.

By the time you receive this letter, you must have received something about the events that took place in Dungrid.

There, in the underground city, I got something related to Baekkyo.

Brat-sama might know, but I’ll leave it to someone I can trust.

He knows me as a man named Locke, a mercenary and heretic inquisitor of the White Church.

So, please keep that in mind and treat yourself alone.

‘After that, send what you find out to Cain Academy.’

Brat took care of the short letter he had read over and over again.

To be honest, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t sad.

He was looking forward to his next meeting with Lokram.

He wanted to tell him with a happy face what he had learned while digging into the Dark Lord, and enjoy his surprising reaction.

But to entrust the work to an agent even though he, who had secured something surprising, could not come to visit him himself.

‘You’re smart. I don’t like it, but I like it more.’

How far did Lokram look?

Brat put on a ferocious smile.

If he had come, he would have held him accountable.

The crime of citing a heretic inquisitor who did not dare to join the White Church.

In order to punish him, he really planned to organize a heresy inquisition and place him in an important position.

but he doesn’t have

Instead, there was only a woman sitting there who looked at her with a shocked look on her face.

agent he sent.

The silver choir leader of the Holy Kingdom.

From Brat’s point of view, she is just a woman on the axis of Iran.

Originally, he would have been immersed in his work without even paying attention.

But it can’t be.

He was a being sent by Lokram, who gave him a deep sense of identification with no one else.

“Your name is Rika?”

“yes yes!”

“Hmm, I heard that this feather has a deep connection with the existence of Gwangik, a member of the Baekkyo religion, right?”

“That’s right!”

Brat smiled at the sound of his military discipline.

Because I just had a good idea.

‘It’s said that I trust enough to send this child as an agent, but if I teach him some hunting skills and show respect, I wonder if Lokram will reluctantly listen to my request.’

A surprisingly narrow but sure plan.

Brat decided that it was a good idea even though he had just come up with it, and left the seat.

“Then let’s find out what the existence of Gwangik, which I don’t even know about, is. Perhaps you can get some information from the ‘Moonlight Library’ hidden in this Vatican.”

“Huup!”

What kind of place is the Moonlight Library?

It is a treasure trove of knowledge that keeps records from when the god of light established divine laws and gave instructions.

A dream space that priests want to visit at least once.

Rika screamed inwardly at the sight of Brat suggesting that they go there as if they were going to a leisurely park.

‘I didn’t know that a high-ranking member of the Baekgyo would be a saint!’

what the hell is he doing?

Her thoughts about Locke had just grown, rather than diminished as much as the time they had parted.

“Ah, I was curious about Locke-sama’s latest trend, but it turned out just fine. Where has he gone now?”

After recovering from shock at Brat’s question, Rika remembered his next destination.

“He said he had business to do with me and said he was going to the Tower of Truth.”

***

A spire soars through the clouds.

It was said to be so high that it was endlessly high, and it was a product of the development of magical engineering, not science.

In front of such a tower, Fenolino had an elegant smile.

“I told you to come when the Black Mist incident is over, but you came through one more place? I was behind the scenes?”

laughing is not laughing

Therefore, it is urgent to release anger.

But I couldn’t make up my mind.

‘How can I tell you that I am late because I have to find out how to absorb the second demon lord’s artifact after meeting the head of the black magician and the black child.’

So let’s think of other ways to vent our anger.

I had no choice but to improve my artifacts and develop my shamanism and arcane magic.