Category: This Necromancer Wants to Capture the Hearts of Deceased Beautiful Girls

Chapter 10: A Rare Human Druid

“About ten kilometers ahead is the village where my master is staying. I told him I would return, so he’ll be waiting. He’s very attached to me. He won’t leave without me,” Maggie said, sitting sideways on Leona’s familiar, the East Wind, addressing Abyss. “I haven’t been to that village before, but it seems quite small. Speaking of small, I once visited a Dark Elf village. Their customs are very… liberal. Any female visitor can…”

“Please refrain from elaborating. Except for me, they’re all underage,” Leona said quickly, cutting her off.

“Oh, right,” Maggie said, clamping her hand over her mouth.

She had transformed back into her elven form shortly after leaving the capital. Druidic shapeshifting differed from the Transformation magic used by mages, but both consumed mana. She now sat comfortably on East Wind’s back—the large, powerful steed could easily carry her weight.

Abyss was familiar with the Ossi Kingdom’s terrain, thanks to his network of undead spies. Although his memories were gone, they continued to provide him with a detailed map. He saw a small village about ten kilometers ahead and guided their horses towards it.

“Most Druids are elves. Why are you human?” Maggie asked Abyss, unable to stay silent for long. “And most elven Druids are Wood Elves, like me. We’re more attuned to nature.”

She was right. Wood Elves comprised over seventy percent of the Druid population.

The elves of this continent had once possessed a glorious civilization, ruling over the land in ancient times. But years of internal conflict and a declining birth rate had diminished their numbers, allowing humans to seize control, driving most pure-blooded elves into the relatively small territory of the Elven Kingdoms. Their lives weren’t difficult, but they were no longer the dominant force.

Elves were divided into several subraces: the nature-loving Wood Elves, the noble and proud Gray Elves, the hedonistic Dark Elves, and the half-elven Light Elves, often ostracized by the others.

Maggie’s people, the Wood Elves, were the most traditional, the largest elven population. They lived in the forests, hunting and gathering, their homes built in the trees, using magic to shape and harden vines, creating living structures, without harming the trees themselves. They were the continent’s most skilled hunters and the source of most Druidic talent.

Humans, however, were more pragmatic, believing in conquering nature, not living in harmony with it. Human Druids were rare, as uncommon as non-gluttonous two-headed ogres or hygienic ghouls.

“Well, I’m fond of the earth, and the things beneath it,” Abyss said after a moment of thought.

Maggie looked at him, his clear, sincere eyes telling her he wasn’t lying.

“I see. Are you an Earth Druid?” she asked, nodding. “There are four Druidic paths: Sky, Earth, Animal, and Plant. Earth Druids are the rarest. Their magic is difficult to master. A human who loves nature so much is quite unusual.”

Abyss nodded silently. This Maggie was quite perceptive.

“Why are you three following him? You’re not his relatives, are you?” Maggie asked, turning to the girls. “I had the wrong idea when I first saw you. I thought you were engaged in some… group activities. But then I realized I was mistaken. There wasn’t the usual… aroma… Oh, I apologize. I forgot there are underage girls among you. You all seem close. You must have some interesting stories to share.”

Although she had chatted with Rebecca, Rebecca hadn’t revealed much. It had mostly been Maggie talking, so she still didn’t know how they had met. Druids weren’t particularly popular, their strict rules and their tendency to preach their values often alienating others. The only reason the Church hadn’t intervened was that they worshipped the God of Nature, one of the Nine Gods.

“We have many stories,” Flora said, smiling. As the one who had known Abyss the longest, she was qualified to speak. “We’ve faced life and death together. But it’s not the right time to share them.”

“We might not be related by blood, but we’re closer than family,” Leona said, glancing at Maggie proudly. “Family members can betray each other. But we would never betray ABC, and he would never betray us.”

“Oh, I understand!” Maggie exclaimed, clapping her hands. “You’re married! Don’t worry, I don’t judge polygamous relationships! Different cultures, different customs! You might be young, but your love is strong!”

“You understand nothing!” Leona shouted, exasperated.

A small village appeared in the distance.

“Sniff, sniff…” Maggie said, her nose twitching, then her eyes lit up. “I’ve found my master! Follow me!”

They dismounted and followed her into the village.

As they entered, a beautiful young woman, sitting on a tree stump, holding a cat, looked up at them curiously.

“There he is! That’s my master!” Maggie said, pointing at the woman.

“Your master is a woman? But you keep referring to him as ‘he’,” Leona said, confused.

“Who said I’m a woman? I’m a man, through and through!” the cat in the woman’s arms suddenly said, its voice a deep, masculine growl.

Chapter 9: A Promise to the People

“What are you doing?!” Leona, her chivalrous facade crumbling, exclaimed. “Are you recruiting more girls right in front of us?!”

“No, I just want to ask the people who made this book what it’s about,” Abyss said, holding up the book made of human skin, his voice slightly hurt. “I’m not collecting girls. I’ll send their souls to rest after they tell me their stories.”

“Oh…” Leona realized her outburst had revealed her jealousy. She stammered, trying to cover it up. “I-I… I was just worried about you disturbing their rest. It’s not very ethical. But if that’s all… I-I’m relieved.”

“So, it’s okay then,” Abyss said, smiling, then glanced at the others. Seeing no objections, he began chanting, directing the spell at the book.

Faint wisps of wind gathered around the book, swirling gently, but nothing else happened.

After a while, Abyss sighed, setting down the book. “It seems their souls are trapped somewhere, and I can’t locate them. Forcibly summoning them could damage their souls, causing them immense pain. They’ve suffered enough in life. I don’t want to harm them further.”

“That’s a wicked book,” Flora said, frowning. “What kind of forbidden knowledge does it contain?”

“Perhaps we can decipher its secrets,” Rebecca said, taking the book and examining it closely. “Ancient artifacts are always fascinating. This book might contain something extraordinary.”

After a brief examination, she handed it back to Abyss, who stored it in his magical catfish.

“We’ve chosen our souvenirs. Thank you, Givia,” Abyss said, and the girls nodded their thanks.

“Could you stay one more night? I’d like to see you off tomorrow, if your other obligations aren’t too pressing,” Givia said, her voice pleading.

She had given up on keeping them there indefinitely, but they couldn’t refuse this last request. She trusted them implicitly, having revealed her vulnerabilities before them. Abyss, looking into her eyes, sensed her sincerity.

“Alright, we’ll stay one more night,” he said, nodding. “I don’t remember anything, but I’m sure my followers have much to discuss with you.”

“Yes!” Givia exclaimed, her face lighting up. She had many things to discuss with Leona, Flora, and Rebecca, and plans to make.

…

The next morning, they departed.

Givia, having consumed Rebecca’s fatigue-eliminating potion, had stayed up all night, chatting with the three girls. Abyss didn’t know what they talked about, but it seemed to be a girls’ night, filled with laughter and whispered secrets. Once she became queen, she might not have such opportunities again.

Ossi’s historians were already recording their story, although, at Abyss’s request, their names and origins were omitted.

Abyss, finding a burping tree in the palace gardens, retrieved Maggie, her stomach still full from her feast, and they set off.

Givia had informed the people of their departure. As they left the palace, heading towards the city gates, crowds of people emerged from their homes, sprinkling fragrant liquor on the road before them, an Ossi tradition for honoring departing heroes. Givia knew that the grateful citizens of Ossi wouldn’t need a royal decree to show their appreciation.

Their send-off was a grand affair, the most elaborate procession ever seen in the capital, even surpassing those for visiting emperors, according to the locals. The royal orchestra played a majestic tune, and elite soldiers, clad in full armor, marched alongside and behind their carriage, a magnificent four-horse-drawn vehicle, carrying Abyss and his companions, along with Givia. Maggie, transformed into a parrot, perched on Abyss’s shoulder, chirping excitedly.

“This ring is for you, Givia. You can wear it or carry it with you,” Abyss said, as they approached the city gates, retrieving a ring from his pocket and placing it in her hand. “Flora suggested I give it to you. I tested it last night. If you channel your mana into it while rubbing it, you can communicate with me telepathically. If you encounter any problems, or if another Outer God appears, contact me. I should have recovered my memories by then.”

Givia took the ring, her expression solemn, and placed it on her little finger. “Can I contact you if I simply miss you?”

“Of course. I’m always available,” Abyss said, smiling.

“I’ll keep you updated on the kingdom’s progress. I’ll make it a better place,” Givia said, her voice filled with a newfound confidence.

As the orchestra reached a crescendo, the city gates opened, revealing a wide, sunlit road. Leona’s familiar, the East Wind, and Abyss’s undead horses, disguised as ordinary steeds, were waiting for them. Abyss and Rebecca, Leona and Flora, mounted their horses. Givia remained in the carriage, waving goodbye.

“Farewell, my friends. May we meet again soon!” she called out.

Abyss and his companions waved back, then turned their horses and rode away, leaving behind Ossi City, the capital of a kingdom reclaimed by its people’s faith, a kingdom free from the Lord of Nightmares’ grasp.

Chapter 8: Choosing Souvenirs

Flora was about to politely decline Givia’s offer when Abyss readily accepted.

Givia, delighted by his acceptance, immediately ordered her maids to remove the cold roasted pig, then led them out of her bedchamber. The Ossi Kingdom palace, although smaller than the Western Empire’s, was still a labyrinthine complex. Givia, familiar with its layout, guided them through the maze of corridors and courtyards, then led them through an inconspicuous door and down a flight of stairs.

After descending several levels, they reached a massive metal door, covered in magical runes, pulsing with energy. It was clearly the work of a skilled mage. Abyss estimated that few mages on the continent, even Supreme Mages, could breach it.

“This is our treasury. We store valuable artifacts and antiques here, accumulated over generations,” Givia explained. “I know you’re not lacking in wealth, but these items are unique, priceless treasures. Consider them souvenirs.”

She chanted a spell, placing her hand on the door.

The runes glowed as the magical array activated, a sharp pain pricking her finger, drawing a drop of blood. Her royal blood activated the mechanism, the array deactivating, a wave of magical energy scanning her body, verifying her identity and ensuring she wasn’t being coerced. If Abyss had his memories, he would have recognized this security measure, common in royal treasuries and tombs. If the scan detected any coercion, the treasury would self-destruct.

The massive door, several layers thick, each layer several meters wide, slowly slid open, revealing a room filled with the metallic scent of ancient artifacts.

As they entered, several magically powered lamps illuminated the room, the door closing behind them. The light glinted off the treasures within, momentarily blinding them.

The treasury wasn’t large, but it was filled with valuable items: gilded armor, jeweled swords, ancient relics, and intricate sculptures. Givia had claimed they were mere souvenirs, but they were clearly worth a fortune.

“You’re giving us such valuable gifts?” Leona asked, her eyes wide with surprise. “Isn’t Ossi short on funds right now? Shouldn’t you keep these treasures?”

“These are heirlooms, passed down through generations. We have a strict family tradition: these treasures are never to be sold, only gifted,” Givia explained, smiling. “So, please, take whatever you desire. I can also offer you land, if you wish.”

“We don’t need land. What’s that book?” Abyss asked, his gaze fixed on a large, thick book lying on the floor.

“That book?” Givia glanced at it. “I don’t know what it is. It’s an ancient artifact, over a thousand years old. No one can decipher its language. It doesn’t seem to be cursed, so we kept it in the treasury. Do you want it?”

“Yes, I’m more interested in books than weapons or trinkets,” Abyss said, smiling, using telekinesis to retrieve the book, examining it closely. “It’s made of elven skin, young female elves, no less. How extravagant.”

Givia, already aware of the book’s material, wasn’t surprised. “It’s of no use to us. We don’t know its purpose. If you want it, take it. Perhaps you can decipher its secrets.”

“Givia, I want this,” Leona said, holding up a small, golden badge, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Nothing else. Just this!”

“What is that? I’ve never seen it before,” Givia said, examining the badge closely.

“It’s an ancient Dragon Scale Warrior Badge! I’ve only read about them in novels! I never thought I would see one! It’s awarded to those who have faced a dragon in single combat and survived! It’s the highest honor for a warrior!” Leona exclaimed, clutching the badge to her chest.

“I’ll take this, as a souvenir,” Rebecca said, picking up an old, worn crucible.

“It’s just an old crucible from a tomb. The ancients used it for their primitive alchemy. It’s useless now, isn’t it? Do you know its purpose, Rebecca?”

“Oh, no, I have everything I need. It’s just a souvenir,” Rebecca said, winking at her.

Flora hadn’t chosen anything. Givia, curious, placed a hand on her shoulder. “What’s wrong, Flora? Is there nothing here that interests you? If you don’t like these items, I can have my servants bring you something else…”

“No, it’s not that,” Flora said, shaking her head. “I don’t need any gifts. I just want a promise from you, Givia.”

“Tell me. I’ll promise you anything,” Givia said, her voice serious.

“You hold the highest power in this kingdom now. I want you to always stand with your people, never forget your ideals,” Flora said, her gaze meeting Givia’s.

“I, Givia Ludiélia Ban Halsati, swear before the Nine Gods that I will dedicate my life to the well-being of the Ossi people. If I break this oath, may I suffer the consequences,” Givia said, without hesitation.

“You swore an oath?” Flora asked, surprised, then smiled. “I should have known. That’s just like you.”

“I’d like to speak with the souls of the elven girls who sacrificed their skin for this book. Do you mind?” Abyss asked suddenly.

Chapter 7: Divine and Mortal Affairs

“You defeated the Lord of Nightmares?” Givia asked, her eyes wide with disbelief. “But… he’s a god! How did you harm him? I don’t know much about Outer Gods, but surely a mortal can’t simply destroy a god’s artifacts?”

“Indeed, they can’t,” Abyss agreed. “His three artifacts are indestructible. Even the combined strength of all mortals couldn’t scratch them.”

“So… you’re not human?” Givia asked, even more surprised.

“Hmm?” Abyss, confused, turned to his followers. “Am I human?”

“Mostly. But you don’t always act like one,” Leona replied, nodding sagely.

“Oh,” Abyss said, turning back to Givia. “I might be human.”

Givia, thoroughly bewildered by his nonsensical response, looked at Flora, who chuckled and explained, “Givia, Abyss is human, a mortal. But we’ve acquired methods for using divine power. That’s how he destroyed the Lord of Nightmares’ artifacts. He channeled the power of other gods into them, creating a conflict of divine energies that shattered the artifacts. He didn’t rely solely on his own power. He used divine power as a tool.”

Givia, understanding dawning on her face, nodded, then her expression turned to concern. “Surely the Lord of Nightmares didn’t just let him destroy his artifacts? Didn’t he resist?”

“He did,” Abyss said, smiling. “And that’s why I’m here. The room you assigned me is completely destroyed. Don’t be alarmed when you see it. I had Flora protect the building’s structure, so only the furniture and the floor were damaged. I apologize for the inconvenience.”

“That’s not a problem!” Givia said quickly, waving her hand dismissively. “We can easily replace the furniture. Are you injured?”

“The Lord of Nightmares’ influence in this world is weak now. His resistance was futile. I’m unharmed,” Abyss said, shaking his head. “He’s no longer a threat. Outer Gods are simply deities from other worlds, corrupted after their worlds were destroyed. The Lord of Nightmares, the fear-devouring entity, is gone, only his weakened true form remaining. He won’t bother you anymore. I don’t remember the details, but you’re rebuilding your kingdom, right? You can focus on your duties now, without worrying about him.”

Givia relaxed, her tense shoulders slumping slightly. After a moment of silence, she said, “It’s finally over… After all these years…”

“Congratulations, Givia. Your hard work and your sacrifices have paid off,” Flora said, her voice warm and gentle, a smile on her face.

“Congratulations, Givia. I always wanted to protect a princess as a knight. You’ve made my dream come true,” Leona said, her voice playful.

Givia nodded, tears welling up in her eyes, a mixture of joy and relief. Her years of struggle and hardship hadn’t been in vain. She had finally found hope. After a long pause, she stood up, performing a perfect warrior’s salute. “Thank you for your selfless assistance.”

“Our fates became intertwined when your Royal Guard sought my pendant,” Flora said, taking Givia’s hand, her affection for this strong and resilient woman evident. “We helped you because we believe in you, in your ability to lead the Ossi people to a brighter future.”

Flora, a former Saint, was a gifted speaker, her words, filled with sincerity, deeply moving Givia, who nodded repeatedly, tears streaming down her face.

“Now, you must lead your people forward. We’re not equipped for such tasks—our only royalty, Leona, is a spoiled princess with little interest in politics,” Abyss said. “We don’t know how to rule a kingdom. You no longer require our assistance. It’s time for us to say goodbye and continue our quest against the Outer Gods who threaten our world.”

“You’re leaving?” Givia asked, surprised.

“Yes, Givia,” Rebecca said, nodding. “All good things must come to an end. It’s time for us to continue our journey.”

“But Abyss, you haven’t recovered your memories yet,” Givia said, her voice filled with concern. “You can stay here and rest until you remember everything. It shouldn’t take long…”

“There are others who need our help, Givia,” Flora explained. “And we have our own unfinished business.”

“But you’re leaving before I can properly repay your kindness. This is unacceptable,” Givia said, sighing. “You should at least enjoy the comforts of the palace, allow me to show my gratitude.”

“We helped you because you deserved it. Repayment isn’t necessary,” Leona said, standing up, her voice serious. “Although I do enjoy luxury and fine dining, there are things more important than personal comfort! This knight must now assist those in need. Do not grieve, my dear Givia!” She tried to affect a dramatic, chivalrous tone, but it sounded slightly comical.

Givia, amused by her antics, chuckled. “I understand. This is who you are.”

“We’ll be leaving soon. If there’s anything else we can do for you, tell us now,” Abyss said.

“There’s nothing more I require. I can handle any mortal affairs,” Givia said, shaking her head. “But I won’t let you leave empty-handed. Come with me to the royal treasury. It’s my property now. Take anything you desire.”

Chapter 6: The Real Givia

“Hmm? What’s that smell?” Abyss asked, recognizing the aroma.

Givia, a handkerchief in her hand, rushed out of the room, ushered them inside, then closed the door, her movements furtive.

“It’s pepper. I added pepper!” she whispered, then hurried to a table in the corner of the room, sitting down and looking at them. “Is the smell strong? Can they smell it outside?”

“It’s noticeable. My sense of smell is quite acute. I could smell it from outside the palace. But ordinary people probably can’t,” Rebecca said, smiling.

Leona, finally realizing the source of the aroma, slapped her forehead. “I thought I smelled roasted meat. You’re eating?”

A whole roasted pig, about fifteen kilograms, sat on the table before Givia, half-eaten. Beside it were a few partially eaten apples, a large mug of beer, and a small dish of pepper sauce. Givia had been hiding in her room, enjoying a secret feast.

The three girls, excluding the amnesiac Abyss, had never seen this side of Givia. She was now cutting a piece of juicy pork, dipping it in the pepper sauce, and savoring each bite, her expression blissful. Before today, she had always been frugal, her meals small and her manners impeccable.

“Givia, you enjoy food this much? Weren’t you satisfied with the banquet?” Leona asked, surprised. “What’s wrong with your servants? Can’t they take care of their queen?”

“I apologize, Leona. I was just pretending to be frugal,” Givia said, swallowing her mouthful of pork, wiping her grease-stained lips with a handkerchief, and sighing contentedly. “Actually, I love to eat.”

Her expression was almost childlike, a mischievous glint in her eyes, a hint of apology for deceiving them. The three girls had never seen this side of her, this playful, unrestrained Givia, so different from the stoic and dignified leader they knew. The hardworking leader of the Restoration Army was a secret glutton?

“Please, have a seat. And I apologize… It’s not their fault. I was just pretending to have a small appetite at the banquet,” Givia said, cutting another piece of juicy pork, dipping it in the sauce, her voice slightly apologetic. “Actually… I have a huge appetite, bigger than some men. But with the Restoration Army struggling, I couldn’t enjoy a feast while my soldiers were barely surviving. So I pretended to be indifferent to food…”

“You like to eat as much as I do?” Leona asked, her eyes wide with surprise, as she sat down beside her. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? We could have feasted together!”

Leona was being modest. Givia’s appetite was nothing compared to hers. That fifteen-kilogram pig would be a mere snack for Leona.

“Back then, the Restoration Army was constantly under pressure from Kevin’s forces. Even if you had provided me with food, I wouldn’t have had the time or the energy to enjoy it,” Givia said, sighing, taking a large bite of the pepper-coated pork, her manners momentarily forgotten. “Now that things have settled down, I suddenly have a craving for a proper meal. But I couldn’t indulge myself at the banquet, not in front of all those nobles. So I’m hiding here, enjoying a secret feast. You won’t tell anyone, will you? It would ruin my reputation as a queen.”

Rebecca chuckled. “Don’t worry, we won’t tell anyone. I think it’s endearing. Givia, you always seemed so perfect, almost like a character from a legend. But seeing this side of you, your love for food, makes you seem more real, more relatable.”

“It’s good to have hobbies,” Flora said, smiling gently. “I was worried you were bottling up too much stress. It seems you have your own way of unwinding.”

“No one’s perfect. We all have our hidden indulgences,” Givia said, showing them her greasy hands. “Food is my greatest weakness. You’re my trusted friends, so I don’t mind admitting it. I would be quite plump if I weren’t a Dou Warrior. I also enjoy sleeping in, taking long baths, and reading knightly romances… But I had to suppress these hobbies while leading the Restoration Army. My people needed a perfect leader, a symbol of strength, not someone with flaws. I couldn’t show them my weaknesses, not until our kingdom was safe.”

“You’ve worked hard, Givia,” Rebecca said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. “You’ve sacrificed so much for Ossi’s future.”

“I’ll indulge myself today, but I can’t do this often,” Givia said, glancing at the roasted pig with a hint of regret. “Ossi’s economy has suffered under Kevin’s rule. As queen, I must set an example. I have a long road ahead of me. No one, besides my father and you, knows about my secret indulgences. I’m grateful that my father helped me hide my appetite when I was younger. Oh, right, since you’re back, it means…”

“The Lord of Nightmares is no longer a threat to Hai-Teweru,” Abyss said, smiling. “I’ve destroyed his artifacts, severing his connection to this world. A part of him is gone forever, and the rest is trapped here, weakened. Congratulations, Givia. You can finally focus on ruling your kingdom.”

Chapter 5: Leona, Champion of Chivalry

Abyss and his companions walked through the Ossi Kingdom, the guards saluting them with the highest honors, the nobles bowing respectfully, removing their hats. They were revered figures, seen by the commoners as saviors sent by the gods, and by the nobles as powerful allies who had helped restore their kingdom.

As they walked, they discussed their plans.

“So, before helping the Druids with their sacred tree, we need to return to the Eastern Empire, find those Moonlight Knights, resurrect them, and have Leona join their ranks,” Abyss said, using their telepathic link to maintain their privacy. “We also need to help Rebecca build her time machine and solve Star’s riddle, locating his hidden artifact. Flora still hasn’t revealed her wish—Flora, are you sure you don’t want to tell us?”

He used the link because he didn’t want anyone to overhear their conversation. Only Givia knew about his true nature as a necromancer, and she trusted him implicitly, but revealing it to others, like the guards, servants, or nobles, could be troublesome. Even without his memories, he knew that necromancers weren’t well-regarded.

Flora, hearing his question, smiled and shook her head, still unwilling to share her dream.

Abyss wasn’t concerned. He was curious, but he wouldn’t pressure her. Even without his memories, he still respected his followers’ autonomy. It seemed to be an ingrained part of his personality.

“The time machine will have to wait. I’ll keep an eye out for anything related to time magic during our travels. We should retrieve Star’s artifact, but there’s no rush. He hid that crown for centuries, taking precautions to protect it from ordinary mortals. A few more months won’t matter,” he continued, pondering their plans. “We should return to the Eastern Empire and help Leona join the Moonlight Knights. After that, we’ll deal with the Druids’ sacred tree. Let Miss Agnes rest for a while longer.”

“Wait! I have something to say!” Leona suddenly exclaimed.

“Hmm? What is it? Do you have another request?” Abyss asked, looking at her. Her expression was serious.

“I think… we should help the Druids with their sacred tree first,” Leona said through their link.

Flora and Rebecca, also connected to the link, were surprised. They knew how much Leona wanted to join the legendary Moonlight Knights. Why was she postponing her dream? Didn’t she want to earn their prestigious emblem?

“Why?” Abyss asked. “Your wish shouldn’t be difficult to fulfill. You possess all the knightly virtues, don’t you? Are you lacking confidence?”

“What do you mean, ‘difficult’?! I embody those virtues!” Leona protested, raising her fists. “I might tease you sometimes, but you’re not weak! Courage, compassion, integrity, loyalty, chivalry, ambition, sacrifice, and resilience. I haven’t violated any of them!”

“Then why prioritize the Druids?” Abyss asked, intrigued. The order of their tasks wasn’t a concern for him.

“Because if I made them wait while we dealt with the Moonlight Knights, wouldn’t that violate the virtue of chivalry? They came to us seeking help. As a knight, it’s my duty to assist those in need, not to be selfish!” Leona declared. “Don’t you agree?”

“Hmm, that’s a valid point. Since you insist on helping the Druids first, we’ll accompany Miss Maggie back to the Elven Kingdoms. And we can take the opportunity to… acquire Miss Agnes. Another companion is always welcome,” Abyss said, agreeing with her. He instinctively reached out to pat her head, then hesitated, his amnesia making him slightly cautious. He would do it later.

Leona, pleased with her display of chivalry, beamed, her happiness evident. She was easily pleased.

It had been over an hour since they left the banquet hall, after dealing with the Lord of Nightmares. The festivities had ended, and the nobles were now attending balls and parties throughout the capital. The celebrations for Givia’s coronation would continue for three days, but today’s events were over. The nobles they had encountered earlier were on their way to these parties.

They inquired about Givia’s location and found her in her new bedchamber, formerly belonging to the old king, who had moved out after abdicating. Givia had redecorated the room. She was now reviewing reports, having just finished her dinner with the nobles.

The guards at the entrance bowed respectfully. “Heroes, Her Majesty is resting, reviewing reports. Allow me to inform her of your arrival.”

Leona waved him on, and the guard knocked gently on Givia’s door. “Your Majesty, the four heroes request an audience.”

A clatter of noises came from within, followed by Givia’s slightly flustered voice. “Ah? Mr. Abyss and his companions are here? Please, come in!”

The door opened, and before Abyss even entered, he smelled something unusual, something that didn’t belong in a queen’s bedchamber.

Chapter 4: Time to Say Goodbye

True to Druidic tradition, they didn’t use spices or complex cooking methods, relying solely on local, natural ingredients. Their meals, as a result, were rather bland.

Maggie, however, having tasted the feast’s leftovers brought by Abyss and his companions, was now enamored with these high-calorie Ossi delicacies. She ate until she was stuffed, her stomach full to bursting. She had become completely docile, practically fawning over Leona, who had been diligently feeding her.

Finally satiated, she spoke less, her usual chatter reduced to a normal level.

“I’d love to bring some back for my master, but he would scold me, so… I’ll pass… burp!” she said, patting her distended belly. “I, Maggie Sesilian, will repay your kindness someday… burp!”

Abyss shrugged. “We’ll discuss repayment later. We have some matters to attend to now. Perhaps you should excuse yourself. We’ll talk after we’re done. We have our own priorities.”

“Hmm? How long will you be? Can I wait in the palace? I can transform into a plant. They won’t notice me,” Maggie asked, blinking her large, innocent eyes. “I don’t mind waiting. My master says it’s unhealthy to move around right after a meal.”

“I’m not sure how long it will take,” Abyss said, spreading his hands. “We need to discuss our plans.”

He was telling the truth. His memories hadn’t fully returned. The girls had only given him a brief overview of the current situation. His next priority was to inform Givia that the Lord of Nightmares was no longer a threat. And it was time to say goodbye. He couldn’t just leave without an explanation.

“Whatever, whatever,” Maggie said, her easygoing nature evident. Even without a promise of help with the sacred tree, she wasn’t upset. Were all Druids so agreeable? “I’ll transform into a tree in the palace gardens. I’ll bloom a few pink flowers. You can find me there.”

“Alright,” Abyss said, nodding.

Maggie, carefully holding her stomach, walked to the window. As she was about to transform into a bird and fly away, she turned to Abyss. “Oh, right, you’re the Druid, aren’t you?”

“I was wondering when you would ask,” Abyss said, patting his chest. “Yes, that’s me. I’m a Druid.”

“Eh…” Maggie looked at him, puzzled. “You’re the palest Druid I’ve ever seen… Oh, right, you have three female companions. That explains it. Yes, you do look the most like a mage among the four of you.”

“What do we look like?” Leona asked, curious.

Maggie, now completely charmed by Leona’s generosity, readily answered. “You look like a Dou Warrior, but you’re too short. Perhaps my master’s growth potion could help. The black-haired lady looks like a scholar, but I know she’s an alchemist. And the golden-haired lady looks like a teacher, her aura so refined, almost like a princess’.”

Her assessment was surprisingly accurate.

“Your master has a growth potion?” Leona asked, her eyes lighting up.

“Yes!” Maggie, sensing her interest, seized the opportunity. “He brewed it for a stunted rabbit, and it grew to a normal size within weeks. You should try it! It might work!”

“You want me to drink animal medicine?!” Leona exclaimed, slapping her forehead.

“Humans and animals are essentially the same, at least according to Druids,” Maggie said, nodding sagely, then clapped her hands. “Oh, I almost forgot. What’s your name, Druid-senior? I’ll send a message to my master with a bird. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“I’m ABC Belator. I’m sixteen years old, almost seventeen,” Abyss said, introducing himself with a serious expression.

Rebecca giggled. Leona whistled nonchalantly. Flora, hearing Abyss use the nickname Leona had given him as his real name, hesitated, then decided not to correct him. He seemed so attached to it.

“ABC? That’s a stylish name. You’re only sixteen?” Maggie asked, surprised. “You’re so powerful at such a young age! Who’s your master?”

“My master is… um… I forgot,” Abyss said.

“Ah, forgetting is good,” Maggie said, grinning. “My master keeps trying to disown me, telling me to forget him. But he always comes back. I don’t know why he dislikes me so much.”

This talkative elf girl seemed oblivious to her own chatter. Abyss and his companions could only imagine the despair of her fellow Druids.

“Well, I won’t bother you any longer. I’ll be going now. Good luck with your mission!” Maggie said. “And remember, Elder Belator, the Druid community needs you! Over a thousand Druids are waiting for your guidance!”

With a chant, she transformed into a plump pigeon, its wings flapping with some effort as it flew away.

“We should visit Queen Givia. The Ossi Kingdom no longer requires our assistance. It’s time to continue our journey,” Abyss said, smiling at the girls. “But I don’t know where we’re going yet. We can discuss our next move on the road.”

Leona, hearing this, frowned, her head bowed in thought.

Chapter 3: The Eco-Friendly Druids

Leona wasn’t stingy with food. She usually enjoyed sharing, but today, she was relentlessly feeding Maggie, keeping the druid girl’s mouth full.

“No more, thank you. I’m almost full. My master says eating until you’re seven-tenths full is the healthiest,” Maggie said, trying to politely decline.

“Open wide, say ahhh,” Leona said, ignoring her protests, holding a piece of roasted meat to her lips. Maggie, tempted by the aroma, took a bite.

With Leona keeping Maggie occupied, Abyss and Flora listened as Rebecca explained the reason for the druid’s visit, having condensed Maggie’s rambling explanation into a concise summary.

Abyss’s use of undead aphids to disperse the potion that neutralized the Shadowlings and the mutated trees had caught the attention of the powerful Druids within the Elven Kingdoms.

The Elven Kingdoms bordered the Ossi Kingdom to the south, separated by a mountain range. The two nations had once engaged in trade, but after the Western Empire seized Oakning, a vital trade route, direct contact had become less frequent.

The Elven Kingdoms, as the name suggested, weren’t a single nation, but a collection of city-states, tribes, and clans, united by their shared elven culture. And most of Hai-Teweru’s Druids resided within their borders, primarily Wood Elves.

Druids, although considered a school of magic, weren’t strictly mages. Most people in Hai-Teweru chose a deity to worship based on their profession or their beliefs. Mages typically worshipped the God of Magic, seeking his favor. But Druids worshipped the God of Nature, their magic often resembling Divine Arts, their prayers influencing the weather and other natural phenomena.

They lived in the wilderness, shunning civilization, their lifestyle primitive. They didn’t kill unnecessarily, hunting only for sustenance, utilizing every part of their prey. They were dedicated to maintaining the balance of nature, even planting a seed for every tree they felled.

They appeared wherever nature was threatened, wherever humans exploited the environment for their own gain. And they meticulously documented the world’s flora and fauna, although they wouldn’t intervene to save a species facing natural extinction.

Abyss’s swarm of undead aphids might have been dismissed by ordinary people as an unusual insect migration, but experienced Druids, keen observers of nature, had quickly realized they were being controlled. And the substance they secreted wasn’t honeydew, but something else entirely.

Unaware that the aphids were undead, reanimated by Abyss’s necromancy, they had assumed a powerful Druid was responsible. There were indeed Druid factions operating outside the Elven Kingdoms, dedicated to maintaining the continent’s ecological balance. Among them were powerful individuals, even the occasional genius.

And coincidentally, their sacred tree, a massive tree revered by all Druids, had been exhibiting strange symptoms. Planted by their former Grand Sage, Agnes, it served as the residence of their leaders and a pilgrimage site, its presence maintaining the ecological balance of the Elven Kingdoms, regulating the weather, and even calming the minds of their people. It was incredibly important.

But recently, some of its leaves had begun to turn yellow, an unnatural occurrence. The tree, imbued with Agnes’s power, had never shed its leaves before. The spreading discoloration alarmed the Druid leaders.

And even more concerning were the reports of animals behaving strangely throughout the continent. Clearly, something was amiss. The Druid leaders, after much deliberation, had decided to summon all high-ranking Druids to investigate the sacred tree and find a solution. And Abyss, having demonstrated his power, was among those they sought to consult.

Maggie, accompanied by her master, a high-ranking Druid, had arrived in the Ossi Kingdom. After some investigation, they had identified Abyss, then infiltrated the palace.

Maggie’s master, concerned that his elderly appearance might be off-putting, had sent his young and “approachable” apprentice, leading to her encounter with Abyss and his companions.

“That’s quite a coincidence,” Abyss said, nodding, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I should meet with these Druids.” He then used their telepathic link, addressing the girls. “After all, I’m planning to recruit their Grand Sage, Agnes. They must have some useful information.”

“How do you plan to approach them? As a necromancer?” Leona asked through the link. “Druids hate necromancers. We disrupt the balance of nature.”

“That’s true. The dead should return to the earth, but we necromancers dig them up. They won’t like that,” Abyss said, considering the problem. “Perhaps Flora and I can use our magic to alter their perceptions, make them accept necromancy.”

“That’s so like you, Abyss. Only you would come up with such a devious plan,” Leona said, rolling her eyes.

“That’s not appropriate… The Druids haven’t done anything wrong…” Flora said, disagreeing with his plan.

“Why don’t we have Abyss impersonate a Druid?” Rebecca suggested. “With our abilities, it shouldn’t be difficult. We can acquire Agnes’s remains first, then figure out the rest later.”

“Impersonate a Druid?” Abyss asked, surprised. “Is that a good idea?”

“I think it’s brilliant!” Leona exclaimed, always eager for mischief.

Maggie, her mouth full of food, suddenly looked at them suspiciously, as if sensing their unspoken plan.

Why were they exchanging those strange looks?

Chapter 2: Back on Track

“Uh…”

A palace guard stood at the doorway, staring in disbelief at the scene before him.

Flora and Leona sat on the floor, Abyss between them, his eyes closed. A door stood inexplicably in the middle of the room. The rest of the room was a disaster. The floorboards were ripped up, covered in scratches, the furniture shattered, its fragments piled against the wall. It looked like the aftermath of an alchemical explosion. The fact that the three occupants were unharmed only added to the guard’s confusion.

“Should I inform Her Majesty?” he asked hesitantly, clearly alarmed by the scene.

Flora’s spell had prevented any sound from escaping the room. The guard, who had been standing outside, had heard nothing. The sudden, inexplicable destruction was a shock.

“That won’t be necessary,” Flora said, smiling apologetically. “We’ll visit Her Majesty shortly. We have some matters to discuss with her personally.”

“Don’t bother. This is beyond your comprehension,” Leona said dismissively. “Just return to your post.”

“But what about Mr. Abyss? He seems to be unconscious. Should I call a doctor?” the guard asked, still concerned.

“He’s fine. He’s not unconscious. He’s just sleeping,” Leona said, waving her hand dismissively, reassuring the bewildered guard, then patted Abyss’s chest.

The guard bowed respectfully and left.

And at that moment, Abyss opened his eyes.

Leona, still watching the guard depart, didn’t notice. Her hand was still resting on Abyss’s chest. He looked at her, puzzled. “Leona…?”

“Waaah!”

Leona, startled, jumped back, landing a few feet away, her eyes wide with surprise.

Abyss looked at her, his expression hurt. “There’s no need to be so frightened.”

“Why did you wake up so suddenly?!” she exclaimed, her face flushed. “I didn’t give you permission!”

“Oh,” Abyss said, closing his eyes and feigning sleep.

Flora almost burst out laughing.

“Don’t pretend to be asleep! You’re trying to annoy me!” Leona said, stamping her foot.

“Alright, alright,” Abyss said, opening his eyes again. “But why were you touching my chest?”

Leona, flustered, couldn’t answer. Flora, sensing the awkwardness, quickly intervened. “Abyss, you’re awake! You’ve been asleep for over half an hour. Did you manage to access the Lord of Nightmares’ power in your dream? How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”

“Yes, I’ve gathered his power,” Abyss said. “It’s quite docile now, no longer harmful. I observed him closely in the dream. His true form is a massive tree. But he seems incredibly weak, unable to communicate. If we want to use his power, we might have to find a way to awaken him. Escaping the dream was easy. I simply willed myself to wake up.”

“Is that so?” Leona asked, calming down, sitting beside him again. “I never imagined that sinister Lord of Nightmares would be so… harmless. A giant tree. The Wood Elves would love him.”

“Perhaps all Outer Gods have a tragic story,” Flora said, sighing softly, her voice filled with a hint of sadness, as she thought of the countless worlds destroyed, their guardian deities powerless against the encroaching darkness. “They might be monstrous now, but they were once protectors of their own worlds.”

“The Creator God is the one to blame,” Leona said, slapping Abyss’s back a bit too hard, making him cough. “Thankfully, our world has a madman like Abyss, a genius. Otherwise, our Nine Gods might have become Outer Gods as well. I wonder what they would be like.”

“Cough, cough. The destruction of worlds is like a contagious disease,” Abyss said, nodding, still coughing. “My goal is simple: to defeat the Creator God and protect our world—that’s what Flora told me.”

“At least the threat of the Lord of Nightmares is gone. Things will only get better from now on,” Flora said, smiling gently. “We can finally continue with our plans. We’ll figure out how to use his power later. You’ve worked hard, Abyss.”

Abyss chuckled. “That’s a bit embarrassing. I don’t remember working hard at all.”

“Ignorance is bliss,” Leona said sarcastically.

“True,” Abyss replied, not bothering to argue.

As they were discussing how to access the Lord of Nightmares’ power, and how to ask the Nine Gods for help in harnessing the power of a world-destroying deity to defeat them, Rebecca’s Anywhere Door opened.

Rebecca emerged, carrying Maggie, the Druid girl, who was curled up in a ball, her arms wrapped around her knees.

“This Druid girl is incredibly talkative. I couldn’t handle it anymore. Can you give her some food to keep her occupied? Oh, Abyss, you’re awake!” Rebecca said, her usual calm demeanor replaced by a look of exasperation.

“Food? Can I really have some? But my master doesn’t allow me to eat just anything. He says we shouldn’t kill animals for pleasure, only for sustenance. But if you’re offering, and you don’t tell my master, I’ll be eternally grateful! I can even work for you!” Maggie exclaimed, her voice a torrent of words, as Rebecca held her by the scruff of her neck. “Speaking of work, this morning, when my master and I were exploring the outskirts of Ossi City, we encountered a goblin nest…”

“See?” Rebecca said, shrugging.

“Abyss, give her some food. We have leftovers from the feast,” Leona said, her voice flat.

Chapter 1: The True Face of the Lord of Nightmares

Abyss had erased the memories of all the Lord of Nightmares’ followers, but it wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision.

When he and Flora had found Kohler’s body at the Church headquarters, they had discovered not just the Dream Shear, but also a note. Written in precise ancient script, it contained instructions for deciphering an unknown language, followed by a prayer in that language.

Kohler had added a note: This is the prayer given by the Lord of Nightmares to his followers in Hai-Teweru. It can be used to trap a specific individual, whose full name is known, within a dream realm. It was the same spell that had trapped Abyss.

Kohler, having betrayed the Lord of Nightmares, had held nothing back, his annotations detailed and precise. Although Abyss couldn’t remember the details, the prayer and the language itself, now part of his knowledge, remained unaffected by his amnesia. He didn’t know when he had learned it, but he could use it fluently.

His memories of his encounter with the Lord of Nightmares had returned. He now had a plan.

He began chanting, the words sharp and dissonant, his own name woven into the incantation. His intention was clear: to use the prayer on himself, drawing the Lord of Nightmares’ power towards him.

Flora and Leona were worried, but they trusted his judgment. Flora prepared an awakening spell, just in case he couldn’t escape the dream.

As he finished the prayer, a faint breeze stirred the air, and Abyss froze, his body rigid.

Flora frowned. She knew he was trapped in a dream.

“What should we do?” Leona asked, her voice filled with concern.

“Let’s trust Abyss. If he can’t escape on his own, we’ll intervene,” Flora said after a moment of thought. “This dream might not be harmful. Acting without sufficient information could disrupt his plan.”

“Alright,” Leona said, nodding seriously.

…

Abyss looked around. He wasn’t in darkness, but in a dimly lit void, surrounded by faint, flickering stars, like dying embers. A sense of stillness, of death, permeated the realm.

He searched his surroundings, finally spotting a tree in the distance, a large tree floating in the void, its branches thick and numerous, its leaves withered and dry.

“Are you the Lord of Nightmares?” he called out to the tree.

Silence.

“Can you hear me?” he asked again.

More silence.

“Are you alright?” he persisted.

Finally, a faint, almost inaudible whisper, like a呓语, reached him, its words echoing in his mind.

“Destruction… slumber… drifting…”

“Was your world destroyed?” Abyss asked.

“Weak… hungry…”

The Lord of Nightmares, now a tree, could only utter fragmented words, his meaning barely discernible.

All Outer Gods were fallen guardian deities. The Lord of Nightmares was no exception. After Abyss had severed his connection to Hai-Teweru, his consciousness, separated from its power, had reverted to its original form.

Like the Lord of Submergence, he had witnessed his world’s destruction, powerless to prevent it, then drifted through the void, his consciousness fading, until he had been corrupted, transformed into a fear-devouring Outer God.

With his malevolent consciousness destroyed, he had reverted to his true form, a weakened deity, his hunger diminished, but his need for sustenance still present.

“Do you still consume fear? I can build a haunted house for you!” Abyss shouted.

“…” The Lord of Nightmares didn’t reply. He seemed too weak to speak.

“Hmm… This is troublesome. Communication is essential,” Abyss muttered, then flicked his wrist, sending a small bone spike hurtling towards the tree. In this frictionless void, its speed was incredible. It could have crossed Hai-Teweru in seconds.

Even so, it took several minutes to reach the tree. Abyss vanished, reappearing beside the spike. He finally saw the Lord of Nightmares up close—it was a colossal tree, its “leaves” actually dense clusters of branches. He estimated its diameter to be tens of thousands of meters. It was hard to imagine where such a massive tree could have grown.

He examined it carefully, its withered leaves, its cracked bark, its shrunken roots.

A faint, rhythmic pulse, like a heartbeat, emanated from within.

“It seems this tree isn’t fatally wounded. It can still recover. It just needs water and nutrients…” Abyss thought. “But what kind of water and nutrients does a god in tree form consume? I don’t have that knowledge. I’ll have to ask the Nine Gods…”

Fortunately, he had successfully drawn the Lord of Nightmares’ power into himself. Now he just needed to find a way to wake up.