9-Zombie Soldiers
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Allen swept leaves outside the tent. He wiped his face and looked at the orange sky. “The sun will be sunk in one hour, I think. It’s better if I read for a while before she awakes.”
As he opened the curtain of the tent, it turned out Mircalla Karnstein had awoken; she sat elegantly at the dining room. He knelt and greeted, “Master.”
“Rise, Allen. Actually, when it’s just you, I, and Reymond, you can drop the honorific. Reymond does it. Just call me Mircalla.”
“Alright.” Allen stood and sat in the opposite chair. “Is something mater, Young Lady? Reymond had said you hate waking early.”
Mircalla’s brows twitched when she heard the nickname Allen gave, but judging from her behavior, she seemed to tolerate it. “I am worried about you. It’s your first day after all. I want to accompany you when you do it.”
“I see. I am touched by your intention, but I have done it a few hours ago. I have changed a few schedules. By the way, do you want to breakfast early? I will fetch a bottle for you.”
As Allen wanted to go to the kitchen, Mircalla leaned forward and grabbed his hands.
“Wait, Allen, how can you be so calm with it? You have killed an innocent girl, even I can’t. That’s why I ordered Reymond even though he had always been stressed by it.”
Allen looked at her crimson eyes. Even though they seemed ruthless and cold, he could discern guilty and empathy in it.
Allen giggled and that angered her. “Why do you laughing?”
“Don’t get me wrong, Mircalla. I was actually consoled by you. I felt guilty. However, it’s nice the master I serve is kind enough to care about this servant. That’s why I find this funny.”
Allen smiled gently and gripped her hands back. Her palms were soft like her heart. No wonder everyone here adores her. A kind vampire in the diabolist environment, Allen thought.
“If only I haven’t inherited this tendency of drinking virgin girls’ blood from my predecessor, I am going to drink beasts’ blood only.”
“Don’t mind it, Young Lady. It’s the way you live. It’s useless to feel guilty about it. Look, in my opinion, you have brought those slaves freedom. What will happen if you haven’t bought them? In your hands, they can experience happiness before death. You wait here, Lady. I will be back.”
Allen was back after a while. He served a glass and a bottle of blood on the table. When he would pour her drink, she lifted her hand.
“That’s enough, Allen. You can go to training. I know you have been itching for it.”
Allen smiled and bowed slightly. Then, he went to his room; he shared it with Reymond too, but since Reymond had been in mission, he had been enjoying quiet freedom.
Allen opened a pouch containing mana stone. He had two stones in total: one from Reymond and the commission he got from Mircalla.
“With these, maybe I can break through to level four in a week, but I do need a top tier spell. I will decide what spell I should learn after leveling up.”
He sat in cross-legged and closed his eyes. Black mana covered the stone he was holding. Lifesteal Aura. It was a mana absorption technique, to begin with. So, it could be used to absorb mana.
When he opened his eyes, he realized he was lying. Mircalla sat next to him on the edge of the bed; her crimson eyes looked at him.
“Do you need something, Young Lady?”
Mircalla shook her head. “No, but I helped you.” She lifted her right hand. For some reason, it became thin and shriveled.
“What happened to your hand? Can we treat it?”
“I can regenerate. You must be practicing a top mana absorption technique with an ability to absorb life force. Sometimes, acolytes experienced a thing called berserk meditation. It happened when someone was too immersed in absorbing mana, one forgot to guard their consciousness.
“In your case, your mana absorption technique started absorbing life force wildly; it absorbed your life force instead. I decided to help you.”
Allen straightened his body and said sincerely, “Thank you, Master. I don’t know how to repay you.”
Mircalla looked at her right hand indifferently. “Terrifying, your technique is. It absorbs soul just like a vampire’s technique; even it has regeneration property too.
“You absorbed a late-stage mana condensation realm magus’s life force. The price is expensive. You choose. Whether you serve me without payments until the war is over; or you still get your payment, but you have to serve me for five years. Just a little information, the war will continue for one year.”
“I won’t beat around the bushes. I choose the second option.”
“I understand. However, whatever choices you choose, your works will involve danger from now on. Morning has come. I shall sleep. Wake me in the afternoon.”
Mircalla stood up. She faced him and their eyes met. A thin smile emerged from her cold face. Her palm caressed Allen’s hair.
“You did a good job serving me delicious blood. Keep it up.” After saying that, she left.
“What was that?”
Allen didn’t think too much of her action and focused on his inner sea. “Impossible, I breakthrough to level seven in one go. Is this the effect of absorbing her?”
Allen got up and then he coincidentally saw his silhouette in the mirror. His eyes widened; he touched his face. “My scars have gone! This is me.”
After he seized his figure, Allen realized his face was so handsome, yet beautiful. He had a sharp nose; his skin without scars was smooth.
“Now that I have recovered my look, I’ll realize my dream to be powerful. I will choose one top spell that’s suitable for me. As for resources to learn it, I can gather my income from Mircalla in a week. I’ll build as many spell models, while I wait.”
In the morning, Allen had to clean the place, trained his body, took a bath, enjoyed breakfast, and finally read books he had recorded in the system.
Mr. Skylark came at tenth a clock after Allen took charge of serving Mircalla. He, of course, had a conversation with the grim man to expand his relation. After the man gave him a living food for his vampire master, he left.
Allen chatted with the slave girl and talked about hope. It made her happy. Then, he cooked her delicious food and she fell after drinking poisoned juice.
Allen pondered. “Should I serve them wine next time? It’s a pity they died without ever tasting wine. Okay, let’s do that.”
In the afternoon, he knocked on the coffin his master was in. She woke up with bed hair. there was still drool on her lips. Well, even the usually elegant girl can be inelegant too, Allen thought.
“Why are you waking me?”
“You said you have work.”
Her face was blank as she replied, “Oh, okay. Prepare the water. I want to take a bath.”
Mircalla loved bathing so much. She did it thrice a day. So, Allen had to bring large basin in her room, light aroma candles and poured fragrant herbs to hot water. Then, he waited outside, while Mircalla soaked herself.
After one hour and a half, she finally got out. Mircalla was dressed in a short skirt and a shirt with a short cape. She called it a sailor uniform. She had many strange outfits like that in the back.
“I am ready, Allen. Why are you squinting like that?”
“It took you a long time to dress! We are late on the schedule!” Allen shouted in his heart, but of course, he just put a gentle smile outwardly.
“You look good in that, Young Lady.”
Mircalla beamed. “Am I? I bought them from the capital. It was designed by the famous Princess Lily herself! I am a big fan of her.”
As they went outside, Mircalla kept talking about her idol Princess Lily. Allen realized. Apart from drinking blood, she was just an ordinary girl who liked girly things. Having a conversation with this innocent vampire somehow wasn’t tiring and vexing. She was honest with her interest and not hiding lies.
Allen’s eyes widened when he saw her bright figure under the sun. He suddenly took off his cloak and covered her body.
“Ugh, Allen, what are you doing?”
“Sorry, Master, I forgot you are a—”
“Wait, I am fine. I am extraordinary even among vampires. I can walk under the sun.” She pulled the cloak that covered her face. She accidentally sniffed it a little. “Hey, did you use my perfume?”
Allen shrugged. “Reymond told me to keep fresh each time. So, I used your perfume when I washed my clothes.”
Mircalla sighed. “When we go to the capital, I will treat you a few new clothes and perfume for men.”
They stopped at an open field. There were lines of people and coffins beside them.
“They are the new recruitment for the war,” Mircalla said. Her expression became indifferent.
They watched as the new recruitment entered their coffins. In front of the lines, people in cloak recited a spell. Suddenly, screams could be heard from the coffins.
“What are they doing to the new recruitment, Master?”
“It’s a ritual to forcefully inject spiritual roots and enhance the body of ordinary people. We need magus soldiers for war.”
Suddenly, she smiled gently at him and pulled his shirt. “You don’t have to worry, Allen. I won’t let anyone hurt my vassal. Let’s go.”
Allen nodded and followed her from behind. This girl was strange. One time she was cold and the other time she was warm. It was like she had multiple personalities.
They walked to the next field. In this field, they had done with the ritual. The people that stood beside their coffins looked different; their skins paler, their gazes were blank, but their bodies emanated powerful mana than him.
“Level 10, they have become the peak of early-stage acolyte!”
“Yes, this is the specialty of our Coffin Sect. We can create powerful magus slaves using necromancy rituals.”
Allen’s eyes widened. “It’s actually necromancy, a magic art that can resurrect dead people.”
“No, there isn’t that kind of magic. This necromancy is different than in the legend. Those magus slaves were alive. However, they are mindless and only follow their masters’ orders.”
They approached the cloaked men who supervised the magus slaves. “How many of them have become soldiers?” Mircalla asked them.
They bowed; one of them replied, “Greetings, Elder Karnstein, this time isn’t bad. We produced one hundred soldiers.”
Mircalla nodded. “Have recruit from Shadowperk City had come?”
“They have had come, Elder. We will commence the ritual for them tomorrow.”
“Alright, make sure to pay their families. I won’t bother your work anymore.”
They went under a tree. “Allen, this is one of your jobs. You have to train me in close combat. Reymond said you were an expert in this area.”
“That was just an exaggeration. However, Reymond did teach me martial art: Gu Style. There are four forms in it: mantis, beetle, centipede, and locust. I heard you have mastered locust and beetle.”
Mircalla nodded. “You have to help me perfecting mantis and centipede form.”
“Fine, I’ll have you experienced it first. Suppress your power to my level and come to me.”
Mircalla’s nails became long. She rushed to Allen; her steps were quiet. She clawed horizontally toward his neck. However, Allen had anticipated her move. He had knelt before her and grabbed her cloth.
Allen kicked her knees, destroying her balance. He slammed her body backward. Before she could react, Allen had squashed her body and locked her limbs.
“That was the centipede form. It relies on redirecting and locking opponents’ movements. Mantis form focuses on attacking techniques that tear opponents apart; like clawing and slashing. The beetle form that you have mastered is more like defensive techniques and improving our strength. Finally, locust can boost our speed and more like a footwork technique.”
Allen helped her standing up. Mircalla lost interest in training after her clothes became dirty.
“Two questions, Master.”
“Talk.”
“Why don’t you use long-range magic to fight?”
“I want to surprise a certain someone in martial arts.”
“Question two; do you have any cloth for training? Everyone can see your panties if you fight while wearing a skirt.”
Mircalla’s face became red after she realized there were many people watching. “They have been damaged. I have to buy a new one.” Her voice was like a whisper when she said that.
“Want to go home?”
Mircalla nodded and held his hand. Luckily, she was in a hurry to notice when Allen wrapped his fingers around her fingers.
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Ah...a good o'l love story between a necromage and a vampire.
nice.
Cute but would be strangely morbid