Volume 1 Chapter 19 (1/2)

Around forty minutes left to prepare.

First off, I had asked Elder Dwarf to optimize the Golems’ programming for this [War].

Golems were only able to do the things they were programmed to do, so it was necessary to configure their behavior and routines beforehand.

Their orders this time was exceedingly simple so it didn’t take too much time.

“Master, I’m off.”

“I’m relying on you, Elder Dwarf.”

Just like that, Elder Dwarf who had already finished the program vanished into the Dungeon together with the Golems.

She was going to deploy the Golems, install the guns and the traps, and many other tasks but with her at the command, there was no doubt she would handle it easily.

“Is it alright for Tenko to not help?”

“Yeah, it is. This is Elder Dwarf’s forte, anyway.”

Elder Dwarf was, in a sense, much more proficient than I was in regards to modern day weaponry while the Golems were much better at manual labor so there was little help we could really offer.

I’d rather use that time at focusing on my own tasks.

I bought a [Person] imitation medal and placed it together with [Death] on my hand.

About [Death], I only just got it at the [Evening Party]. There was a Demon Lord who wanted a [Flame] imitation so we agreed to exchange imitation medals.

The [Flame] imitation was in high demand, and it was only natural considering it was originally an A rank medal. Also, its owner was a perished Demon Lord so it was on even higher demand.

“Tenko, I’ll now make a monster with [Death] and [Person].”

“Tenko’s friends will grow again!”

“You say that but this monster will be much weaker than Tenko and Elder Dwarf.”

[Death] was the undead monsters’ attribute, and [Person] was so that the monster would be humanoid as well as giving some intelligence to the monster.

If I were able to make a high-ranking undead right now, I would then have an easier time at making use of the Skeleton squad than before.

As I prayed for such, I gripped the medals tightly.

“[Synthesis]”

Furious light stemmed from within my hand.

[Death] and [Person] was combining.

If it was as always, this was the part where I would select the things I wanted from the myriad of possibilities using the power of [Creation]. But I couldn’t do so this time since this was just a normal [Synthesis].

I was awfully anxious; I didn’t know what monster would be created.

I was now realizing how truly a blessing [Creation] was.

The light ceased and a humanoid monster was born. Its size was close to a human’s at more than half a meter tall.

It was a skeletal monster but it couldn’t be compared with a regular Skeleton for it was clad in deep darkness as it wore a high quality robe over its body.

“I am the [Creation] Demon Lord Procell. Tell me of your race.”

Expecting it could understand my words, I asked the skeletal monster so.

It didn’t answer.

Was it as I feared? Was even this not a highly intelligent monster?

As I was thinking so, the skeletal monster spoke.

“My lord, I am a Wight. I am also a marquis in the land of the dead. I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.”

The skeletal monster gave an elegant bow like those of a noble.

I was now convinced I hit the jackpot.

“I’ll be counting on you, Wight. I see you could speak with me but can you do the same with them?”

It wasn’t only Ske-san that was out right now, I had summoned all of the Skeletons from my storage.

Each of them had received training and thus were able to use guns. They were my prized Skeleton squad.

Its bones clattering, Ske-san approached Wight.

“But of course, my lord. Ooh, how pretty and beautiful you are.”

Wight knelt before Ske-san and kissed the back of its hand.

Two skeletons kissing was widely surreal.

“That Ske-san was a girl……?”

I was in a great shock.

“My lord, no matter how you look at her, she can’t be anything but a fair maiden.”

Wight and Ske-san made clattering noises together.

And then, Wight acted as though he was thinking of something.

Wight was all bones so there was no way to see any expression on his face but each of his actions were so exaggerated, it was actually easy to tell what he was thinking about.

When Ske-san was no longer making any clattering noises, Wight turned my way.

“My lord, I have something I want to show you by all means.”

“Show it.”

“Yes.”

As I looked at Wight, using the magazine that was in her pouch, Ske-san changed the one on the assault rifle which hanged from her shoulder.

The Skeletons had never learned to do that no matter how much I taught them but here it was, put into practice. I was deeply moved.

“Wight, did you teach her that?”

“Yes, in a way. I have the ability to read the memories of the lower ranking undead as well as the ability to control them. So, I read their memories and made them perform the action which frustrated them because they were unable to live up to your expectations.”

Wight received an assault rifle from a Skeleton. He then smoothly loaded a bullet in it and shot it towards the sky.

“In addition, by reading their memories, I’m able to do the things they could as though I was the one to have experienced it.”

Those words were comforting.

After all, I didn’t have the time to teach him how to use a gun.

He respectfully received the spare assault rifle as well as the pouch containing magazines and ammunitions that I handed over to him.

“…Thus, my lord, let me once more swear my fealty to you not because you’re my creator but because my own little heart has acknowledge you as my one and true lord.”

Wight knelt down.

In that form, he exuded his elegance and resolve.

“I am certain of this because of the Skeletons. You’ve cherished them despite being the weakest of monsters; you’ve made them feel important. And, if permitted, all they desire is for them to serve you further and become your strength. You are deeply loved, my lord. I thank god for being born under the rule of someone like you.”

“Raise your head, Wight. I will be relying on you from now on.”

“I shall be by your side until I can no longer move.”

Thus, the exchanging of oaths between master and servant concluded.

Wight immediately taught all the Skeletons how to change their magazines.

When I looked closely, the squads’ movement had gotten smoother in this short passage of time.

Just what one should expect of a marquis of hell, they excel at leading people.

I confirmed Wight’s status.

Race: Wight

B rank