The result of the magic was a bit vague, but summoning the soul was a success. If you look at the traces left by the soul, you can tell for sure that you are here.
But if you ask if this is even a success, it’s too vague. Usually, when a soul is called, it should remain there, but it disappeared leaving only unknown words.
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Normally, you should stay and talk to the shaman or something like that, but there is no such thing. I just said what I had to say and left.
“Originally, I was such a yangban. Before I left, I just said what I wanted to say and left.”
Even if the storm passed by in an instant, Dad didn’t seem to care. If you’re coming, come, if you’re talking, don’t.
Instead, he couldn’t hide his bitterness. The relationship was bad, but the news of my grandfather’s passing must have been quite shocking.
As my father said, even though he had dirty hair, he was more reliable than anyone else in terms of his back.
Even thinking about it now, he said that as a warrior, he would be the strongest than anyone else. He couldn’t even get a sense of how strong he was, as much as his father said that.
“Are you going to tell me what the hell you were doing? I don’t know what you mean by coming here. Whoa… It’s frustrating.”
“Can’t we just wait?”
“It’s been like that for a while. If you keep paying attention, nothing will happen. And baby.”
“Yes Yes?”
Father called for Leona, who conducted the ritual. At that, Leona opened her eyes wide and was startled.
Afterwards, the father smiled a thank-you smile, lowered his head slightly, and expressed his thanks in a soft voice.
“Thank you. Although it’s bittersweet, all the frustrating things are gone.”
“Uh…do you really think that soul is your father?”
“I can tell intuitively. It is characteristic of the yangban to leave after saying something like that.”
swag- swag-
While saying that, the father stroked Leona’s head with his thick hand. Leona also shed a Bessish smile at that touch.
Seeing his tail waggle, he seemed to be in a good mood after hearing the compliment. I looked at it happily, then moved my gaze to Ariel.
Ariel is one of us who has seen a soul that is supposed to be the grandfather. But I don’t know for sure.
“Ariel.”
“Uh?”
“The soul that you saw earlier. Were you just as quiet as last time?”
The demon-worshipper’s soul was like an egg-ghost, with only a mouth, and everything else was plain.
So, I asked the question with the thought of whether the soul that is supposed to be the grandfather is the same.
Ariel listened to my question and thought deeply, then tilted her head and answered cutely.
“No? It was all there this time? It had eyes, a nose, a mouth, and a hair. It was all white.”
As soon as I heard Ariel’s explanation, I checked the reactions of others. Not surprisingly, everyone’s attention is on her.
Everyone here knows that Ariel can see souls. The same goes for eating a demon worshiper very tasty.
At this, the father made a slightly serious face and opened his mouth in a rather cautious voice.
“Son, could you please explain what that soul looks like?”
“Woo-woong…”
At the father’s question, Ariel closed her eyes and began to roll her head as far as she could. I seem to put words together in my head to explain somehow.
However, it is difficult to explain properly because there are few words that I know. Ariel was a newborn baby, just over a month old.
When my father realized it too late and gave up halfway, Ariel opened her eyes and looked at me.
“Daddy daddy.”
“What’s happen?”
“Do you have this? This, this.”
Ariel asked me while pretending to paint by hand. It looked like he was asking for a pen and a piece of paper.
Realizing that, I handed her the magic pen and notebook that I always carry with me.
After receiving the pen and notebook, Ariel also started to draw something with her hands more than expected.
“…ariel?”
“Uh?”
“Have you ever studied drawing by any chance?”
That’s never going to happen, but just in case. Because Ariel’s drawing wasn’t just about drawing well.
It was not at the level of writing with a pen, but it was full of vitality, and even detailed control of the contrast was captured.
I also have a knack for drawing, so I sometimes include illustrations in books, but Ariel has gone far beyond that level.
“No? You just drew what’s in your head?”
“Did you just draw it?”
“Yeah. It’s not difficult.”
“The painters are going to cry, boy.”
As Marie said, Ariel’s skills were not inferior at all to those of painters called masters. If they had heard that, aspiring painters would be in despair.
I was confused for a moment, but when Ariel looked at me with a dazzling look as if wanting a compliment, I smiled and patted my head.
Ariel also smiled and hugged my leg tightly, perhaps feeling better at my compliment. How can you be so cute
“·······”
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Meanwhile, my father looked carefully at the pictures she drew in her notebook. Maybe he’s thinking deeply, or his brows are narrowed.
I grabbed Ariel and slowly walked over to him and checked the picture together. And as soon as I saw the picture, I had only one thought.
“Were your thighs this thick?”
It’s a soul, so it doesn’t matter if it’s painted naked. Because he was in a spirit state anyway, there were no important parts.
But even if all of that was excluded, the thickness of the thighs caught my eye. It’s not empty words, but some thighs are thicker than a woman’s waist.
How about the upper body? The lower body is also the lower body, but the upper body is far beyond the level of slumping.
I’m sorry to say this to Grandpa, but I think it’s a miniature of an ogre, not a human.
In addition, the jagged and long hair, like a lion’s mane, was overall reminiscent of a wild beast.
‘It reminds me of the fighting manga from my previous life.’
It’s not just a metaphor, it really is. I doubt whether this is a body that a human can have.
Of course, my father had a body just as great as the grandfather pictured in this picture. I rarely take off my clothes like in the picture, so it just doesn’t stand out.
I looked carefully at the figure who was supposed to be the grandfather in the picture, then turned my head to my father.
Dad was still narrowing his eyebrows, but he was making a somewhat complicated expression on his face.
“Is this my grandfather?”
“okay.”
“What’s your name?”
“Clark Michelle.”
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My name is Isaac, and my grandfather’s name is Clark. Combining the two results in a name that seems to kill monsters with just one tool.
First of all, aside from this, what the hell did Grandpa Clark do when he died? Although he is a rogue who wanders all over the world, it is not likely that he will die anywhere.
If it had happened, it must have been a catastrophic accident. I glanced at the picture and tilted my head.
‘By the way, what does it mean to go soon?’
Does the soul come here again?
******
The investigation team that was investigating the Demon Worship’s Secret Temple is experiencing an untimely uproar.
Obviously, holy water was sprinkled everywhere just in case, and that was not enough, so he sprinkled divine power.
Skeletons and zombies are resurrected with special powers like necromancy. Naturally, it is bound to be vulnerable to divine power.
okay. If it’s original, then that’s normal.
Clink!
A glass bottle of holy water hit the skeleton’s skull accurately. At the same time, the glass bottle shattered and the contents inside spilled out.
As if proving that it contains the power of Luminus, the holy water that shines in golden color even slightly.
[ah.]
“What, what? It’s okay!!”
“Holy water! Bring more holy water!”
“Cleric! Where is the priest! Memorize the spell quickly!”
However, it had no effect on the skeleton that was suddenly resurrected in the temple. Just like sweating, the skull ends with holy water flowing.
The shattered glass bottle fell to the floor without looking. Naturally, the investigative team that threw the holy water was astonished.
What the hell happened to the skeleton, so even the divine power didn’t work? Besides, what kind of existence is it that you are talking to the end?
When everyone panicked in an unexpected situation, the skeleton touched his bare skull and looked at his hands.
His hand with only bare bones left. It is certain that he is dead, but strangely he is alive.
[It feels so strange.]
The skeleton murmured and moved its bare bones. The first is the sword embedded in the ribs.
jean-
A skeleton that started pulling out weapons that were embedded in various places including the ribs one by one.
He could roughly guess how fierce the battle he had fought until just before his death, and even had a weapon stabbed at the vital point.
Furthermore, there were even traces of the right arm being torn due to strong force. The archaeologist just put them together for analysis, and gave us an idea of his condition.
clink-
Finally, the skeleton who pulled out the sword embedded in his heart looked ahead.
The investigative team who came to support along with the personnel who had previously thrown holy water caught my eye.
Knights, wizards, and even priests.
A situation in which anyone sees himself as hostile. It’s a natural procedure since he was resurrected as a skeleton.
Still, shouldn’t we have a conversation? The skeleton cleared his throat while coughing, as he had done before, and opened his mouth gently.
[Look. Let’s talk for a moment…]
“Hey there! Priest! Come on, bless you!”
[no. Wait a minute, my words…]
Paah!
Before the skeleton could speak, the priest recited the spell and spread the blessing.
Perhaps he was a priest with a strong religious faith, and the entire temple was dyed with gold.
“Wonderful!”
Quang!
With the last shout, a golden pillar fell on the skeleton’s head. If it’s a normal skeleton, obviously…
[Because I listen to people.]
“Uh, why?”
“What the hell…”
didn’t work Rather, as if it had absorbed divine power, the skull and other bones were more shiny.
When the investigation team was astonished at the fact that the divine power did not work at all, the skeleton opened its mouth with a slightly angry voice.
As for the voice, it feels like it was recorded, not voiced.
[I will ask you one question. Hawk Ducker Michel.]
“······What?”
[And Isaac Ducker Michelle. Do you know where these two are?]
I asked very politely.
“Ah, the demon worshiper must have done something! We must stop him!”
“Magicians, prepare your magic! If you do, it doesn’t matter if this temple collapses, so stop that guy from getting out!”
Rather, it had the opposite effect. In fact, from the point of view of the investigation team, it was a very natural reaction, the name of Isaac was mentioned in the mouth of the skeleton.
As anyone can see, a demon worshiper has done a trick, and that skeleton is trying to kill Isaac.
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Never think short. From their point of view, it must be a very natural idea.
[Huh, true…]
Of course, as a Skeleton, no, Clark, it was terrifying.
Eventually, as the investigative team armed themselves one by one, Clark shook his head as if he had no choice.
I’ve always wanted to go quietly, but I don’t think it’s possible.
[I can’t help it.]
Clark, holding the cleaver with both hands. He looked at the investigative team in front of him and slowly raised one leg.
In the meantime, when the investigation team, who had completed all preparations, was about to launch an attack, Clarke was one step ahead.
Koo!
I hit the ground with the feet I heard.
Quang!
A huge pile of dirt rose like a tidal wave and attacked the investigation team.
Baki’s ancestry
Fckkk Yujiro Hanma?!!
Bruh his grandpa is Yujiro Hanma