“Ah. It looks like you’ve realized that you haven’t any hope of winning? Well, this is a rather special monster.”
“Oren…what did you do?”
“What did I do… I told you that it was a ghost. Surely you’ve guessed it by now? It’s necromancy.”
“Necromancy!? But that has been banned in Sanfaris.”
Necromancy was an art that involved the dead and using corpses.
For instance, it allowed you to create skeleton monsters and undead.
It was categorised as a type of magic, due to the magic energy that was required. But unlike most magic, the incantation was very important.
Most people considered the acting of damaging corpses to be foul.
And so it was a forbidden art in Sanfaris. Even researchers were not allowed to use it.
However, Oren sounded very calm as he replied.
“And I will lift that ban when I become king. So what’s the problem if I do it now?”
“You’re wrong…”
“Wrong? Why? You can fight all you want without losing soldiers. And they are stronger than humans… Lopez. Can you hear me?”
As Oren called, the giant who he called ‘Lopez’ turned its red eyes towards him.
Lopez. The ashes from that vial… It was the name I had given the monster that Oren killed. I didn’t even know that Oren knew about that.
Oren saw my reaction and laughed as he slapped Lopez on the back.
“Hahaha! Aren’t you happy, Heal? He must have been your very first friend! However, he is just my toy now. Hey, Lopez. I want you to… Bbbbffaaa!?”
Suddenly, Oren went flying into the air and was slammed into the wall once again. While it had been too fast for my eyes to follow, it seemed like Lopez’s fist had shot into Oren’s stomach.
Blood ran from Oren’s mouth as he glared at Lopez.
“Y-you…!?”
However, Lopez just glared right back at him.
At the same time, I could sense immense energy expanding from Lopez’s body.
“Ah-ah… It-it wasn’t me! I wasn’t the one who killed you! It was Heal!!”
Oren’s shoulders began to shake violently as he pointed a finger at me.
And then Lopez’s face turned to look at me.
“Are you…really Lopez?”
The Lopez that I knew was smaller than a dog. And he wasn’t nearly this ominous.
Lopez stood in front of me quietly. He stared as if remembering something.
Oren screamed with a frantic expression.
“Lopez. Don’t you remember!? Who was reaching out towards you right before you died!? Who was the last person you saw!?”
Upon hearing this, Lopez’s hands held his head and he began to groan as if in pain.
I wasn’t sure if he understood.
However, if he really did have those memories of when he was alive, then he should know that it wasn’t me who killed him.
Yes, it wasn’t me. However, in the end, I had…
Oren continued to shout.
“He was standing right in front of you, wasn’t he!? It’s him! Heal is the one who killed you!!”
“No! Lopez, I was trying to…”
I suddenly choked on my words.
The sight of Oren burning Lopez right in front of me suddenly entered my mind.
–I hadn’t been able to save him.
Oren’s voice boomed.
“Kill him, now! Kill them all! Remember what you are! You are the Demon King who massacres!!”
Lopez let out a great roar. His wings began to beat the air, and the walls and roof of the storage house were blown away.