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185 ? Get out of our yard! #5
Paranoy seemed terrified at the thought that his blood would be drawn.
“…good bye.”
Even under his old robes and mask, his panic was clearly evident. In the end, the guy was left struggling as Luna grabbed his side.
“Hehehe, I can’t go!”
Luna brought the paranoiac to the shaman and pulled out an obsidian dagger from her waist.
Subal, why did you suddenly pull out a knife? I started to get nervous, wondering if you were thinking of cutting off Paranoy’s head and scattering his blood.
“I was wrong…! Luna-sama, please save me…! I don’t want to die yet…!!”
Paranoy seemed equally frightened by it. He was so frightened that he seemed convinced that he was going to die.
Luna said, not even paying attention to such paranoia, as she brought the dagger to the guy’s body.
“Just stay still. I’ll just prick the tip of your finger. If you’re a virgin nymph, one drop will suffice.”
What, you’re just slapping the tip of your finger. I thought that since it was a sacrifice, I had to just drench myself in blood.
“Hehehe… Heehee, knives, knives are scary… .”
But Paranoy looked particularly scared. But he was originally scared and absent-minded, so I just let him be.
Then, Luna finally stabbed Paranoy’s thumb with the tip of her obsidian dagger. Bright red blood began to drip from the tip of the black, sharp dagger.
At that sight, Paranoy started to thrash around Luna’s waist like crazy.
“Eeeeek! I, I’m dying…! Clearly, clearly, some kind of bad curse will enter my finger and eventually stab my heart…!”
I didn’t know what it meant to say that a bad curse would enter your fingers. If you think of it as something like tetanus or germs, it makes sense.
Luna also says that she takes good care of her tools, but in this world where things like disinfectants aren’t developed, there are still limitations.
Or maybe it was just Paranoy talking to himself. Luna said quietly, perhaps annoyed by the nymph of the ditch fluttering around her waist.
“Paranoy, if you behave yourself, I’ll let you sleep at home today!”
“I will be quiet…! I am confident…!”
At those words, Paranoy stopped struggling as if nothing had happened. Luna seems to have a knack for handling Paranoy.
He’s like a groom holding the reins. You could call him a groom.
Swish.
Eventually, Paranoy became calm and escaped from Luna’s embrace to watch what Luna was doing.
As the blood on the obsidian dagger flowed down and fell into the shaman’s circle, a picture of a wildflower with many petals began to glow with a strange light.
“Now that I look at it, it was Chiron’s shaman circle… Aha, so these guests were the dead wandering in this world?”
Perhaps it was because he had been through a lot as a socialite? Paranoy spoke as if he had figured out what Luna was doing right away.
I asked.
“You know about voodoo too?”
“Actually, this magic circle is closer to necromancy than voodoo… Necromancy was originally developed to guide the lost dead. Guiding the dead was also done by the priests of death…”
Swish.
Paranoy turned his head as if looking at the dead who were kneeling on the floor.
“As expected, the dead seem to know who is here and come here with a feeling engraved in their souls… If that’s true, as tonight deepens, even more dead people will come here… .”
“No, more than now?”
“The festival will continue until morning, and as the night deepens, there will be more dead people collecting coins. There will also be more street musicians, storytellers, and performers today-.”
According to the following explanation by Paranoy, the street performances that can be easily seen here and there during the festival originated from throwing coins on the ground for the dead to pick up.
That’s why people throw coins on the floor without hesitation and don’t say anything to those who pick them up.
“With that, the dead who have paid their dues to the ferryman will be able to cross the river… They are poor souls who have not even been given a proper funeral… ”
“I see.”
“Originally, the priests of death were supposed to help these souls attain enlightenment. Now, they have to do that work in secret… How did Pluto’s followers end up in such a state of ruin?”
It was Paranoy shaking his head as if he couldn’t understand.
“Lord Pluto is truly one of the three gods. Why is he being oppressed like this?”
Are you asking me why? Come to think of it, Paranoy mistook me for Pluto’s son or something.
Of course, I don’t know the reason. I’m just Hassan, a stranger who came to this world out of nowhere.
But Paranoy’s words seemed to have some merit. Why did the Pluto believers degenerate into something like a cult?
If you look at books and such, it seems that in the past they too had established themselves in this land as a sound religion.
If, as Paranoy says, necromancy was also developed to help the dead attain enlightenment, then the intention itself cannot be considered witchcraft, right?
I was a little curious as to why the necromancers and Pluto’s followers had to become cultists.
If only I could know the reason and how to resolve it, I could proudly act as the steel necromancer Hassan.
Honestly, I think that if you work as an adventurer as a necromancer who deals with minions, you can quickly level up your Sval, rather than rolling around on the dirt as a warrior who beats people with his body.
Sval, you have such an amazing ability, but if you use it, you’ll be punished as a cultist.
Who knows the history of the necromancers and Pluto worshippers?
Erymanthus, the librarian of the library?
Or maybe Dr. Inspiration Platan?
Whoever it is, I’ll have to go and ask them later.
As I was thinking that, Luna, who was looking closely at the magic circle drawn on the floor, spoke brightly.
“Done! The magic circle is complete! Now I’ll send you safely to the afterlife! Hassan, put that big guy up here!”
Swish.
Luna pointed her finger at the ghostly punk who was either Cliff or something, and I lifted his body up and placed him on the magic circle.
Then Luna takes a nice swing at the head of the lying guy, like hitting him with a golf club, and blows his skull away.
puck-!
There was a very terrible sound.
I was so sick that I immediately frowned. Soon, I opened my eyes wide and exclaimed in admiration as if I had seen an unbelievable sight.
Swish, swish-.
This was because the body that had been bulging under Cliff’s robe had disappeared as if it had disappeared.
Because of this, the guy’s mask and robe just hang limply on the floor like a piece of cloth that has fallen from a hanger.
The contents inside were clearly gone.
“It worked! It worked!”
Luna raised her club high in both hands and shouted brightly.
“The next person whose head will be broken!”
* * *
As Paranoy had said, as the night deepened, more and more intruders invaded Luna’s yard. However, since Luna and I had been warned in advance, we weren’t all that surprised.
Of course, it was still a bit strange that ghosts existed in the world.
Since I thought of the dead and ghosts as monsters like goblins, skeletons, and arachnophobia, I could understand them somehow.
“Here, stand in line…!”
Paranoia lines up the dead.
“Come on, give me two coppers each.”
I get paid and Luna makes them holy. Since the three of us divided up the work like this, we were able to deal with the influx of dead people fairly quickly.
But Subal, there are really a lot of them. I think they’ve already helped dozens, maybe a hundred people to become Buddhas, but the line is still endlessly long.
Wouldn’t this be considered a famous restaurant even within the city?
“Naruto is doing a good job of helping people become Buddhas this year.”
“If this continues, we might be able to cross the river before dawn.”
“Call the others too! Before the pursuers catch us!”
So, as the rumor spread, it felt like all the dead people in the city were flocking to Sval.
For a moment, I was startled and scared.
I understand that there is a Templar Knights stationed somewhere in this city right now. If they see this scene, we will be left with no excuses and will be acting like a cult.
But the dead bastards who flock to us keep grabbing our trouser legs and hanging on as if they don’t know anything about that.
You little shits.
Thinking about it makes me angry.
On the topic of only paying 2 coppers each.
I don’t know if it’s 2 silver or 2 gold.
There are no evil spirits who would try to ruin someone else’s life by paying only 2 coppers. Is there no way to make all these bastards attain Buddhahood at once?
“Requiem, voodoo-! Heh, heh-.”
Luna, too, was tired and her arms seemed to have lost all their strength from swinging her sword dozens or hundreds of times, so her movements became sluggish.
Luna was weaker than me. I was worried that if she continued like this, she might collapse from exhaustion.
Is there any way to get things done as quickly as possible?
When I was alone and racking my brain.
“Hassan, if we do it this way, the line will get too long… Maybe Hassan, you can finish the work quickly. Would you like to do that?”
Paranoy, who was moving busily here and there to make a line for a large number of people, came up to me and spoke in a quiet voice.
“What should I do?”
“As far as I know, among the high-level necromancy spells, there is a spell that opens the gates of the underworld… . How about trying that… ? Create a gate at the entrance to the yard and have it pass through on its own… !”
Make it go through the door on its own?
At that moment, I remembered the Hi-pass function installed at highway toll gates. If there was something like that, it would have been convenient if it had been done earlier.
“What should I do?”
“I, I will draw a magic circle, and Hassan-nim, you can stand on it. Today is the summer solstice, when the negative energy is at its deepest. And Hassan-nim, you are a true bastion of hell. I think it will be enough for you to stand on it with your legs spread apart…”
“Ugh, I can’t do this anymore….”
At that moment, Luna also lay on the floor, gasping for breath, as if her arms were strained.
The dozens and hundreds of dead people lined up behind us were screaming for us to send them to the afterlife quickly.
Paranoy drew a picture on the floor with his fingertips, as if he was very confident about something. I wondered if he was going to do something great.
Swish, swish.
The picture was surprisingly simple, just depicting two doors. If you look for a similar shape, it feels similar to the character for door (門).
“Okay, Hassan, please stand here with your legs spread open…!”
“okay?”
With the mindset that I would rather lose than gain, I decided to do as Paranoy suggested. I placed one leg on each door, and ended up in a grand pose with my legs spread wide apart.
“Can I just stand here?”
“Other necromancers might need multiple spells, but you don’t even need to do that, Hassan… Just stand there… Then, phew-.”
Paranoia takes a deep breath behind the mask.
The guy finally shouted at the long line of dead people.
“Everyone, this person here is so great that words cannot describe him…! If you crawl under his legs, you will be able to reach the underworld…!”
“Hey, what’s that, what’s under my legs?”
I couldn’t help but be very surprised. What the hell, you told me to stand with my legs apart. That’s what you meant. I had no idea.
It seems that the same was true for the dead.
“Crawl under the bridge?”
“This year, Naruto’s methods are strange.”
“What should I do? Should I really crawl?”
“Even though I am now dead, I was a proud knight when I was alive. Crawling under a bridge? That is impossible.”
The dead don’t react very well. But I think I’d feel bad if I heard them tell me to crawl under the bridge.
But then Paranoy added a few more words.
“Whoever crawls under this man’s legs will be able to go to paradise, to Elysium…!”
Those words changed the atmosphere around them.
“I, I’ll go first!”
“No, it’s me!”
“Urgh, urgh, urgh, urgh-!”
Then, all of a sudden, they started screaming at each other and crawling under my legs. It looked like all kinds of ghosts were crawling towards me on all fours.
The damn thing was so horrible and scary that I just wanted to scream.
“Fuck, this is so scary!”
Actually, I screamed.
But I honestly felt really proud of myself for not kicking my leg and running away at that point, which was a display of superhuman patience.
Passs …
The dead who hide under my legs.
They chatter as if they are surprised by the sight.
“Oh, it’s real. This really must be the gate to the underworld!”
“Let’s hurry up and get in! Oh my gosh, the process is so fast this year!”
Shh, shh shh shh.
The dead, who had been disappearing one by one every ten seconds until just a moment ago, now line up in groups of three or four and disappear between my legs within ten seconds.
At this rate, I really felt like I could handle the waves of dead that kept coming in.
I felt dizzy as the cool things passed endlessly between my legs.
Sval, what the heck? Is the gate to the underworld really open between my legs?
At that time, I was feeling quite bewildered.
“Eww, ugh!”
“Ugh!”
A loud scream began to rise from among the people standing in the long line. Even I could clearly tell that something was wrong.
“Here comes the pursuer!”
“The pursuer showed up again this year! Damn it, hurry up! Cross the river quickly!”
Chaser?
Could it be that the pursuer that the dead have been fearing has finally revealed himself? After all, if they are all crowded together like this, they are bound to be discovered by anything.
“Hurry up, hurry up! If we keep going like this, we’ll be destroyed!”
Among the scattered dead.
“What on earth are you talking about, you ugly undead? Do you think you’ll gather in such a large group and not get caught?”
Choaack, choaack-!
The sound of flesh being cut by blades and screams could be heard loudly from the back row.
“Please, save me.”
“Forgive me….”
And so the dead tremble and lower their heads. They just bow their heads as if they wish for this massacre, which is like a natural disaster, to end.
“Yes, it suits undead like you to lie down flat like that. You ugly bastards.”
The one who was stepping on their backs was a woman wearing a mask with a mane like a lion.
The sight of his tattooed body exposed under the moonlight is something I will never forget.
“My predictions are never wrong. The guys you don’t think are the most social are the ones who commit the worst acts. Somehow, the ugly dead are walking down a familiar path.”
Sling.
Antiope, holding high her short spear.
“Hassan of Samaria and Luna Noxdotti. You guys-.”
She said, pointing the tip of the spear at me.
“In the name of the omnipotent Jupiter, I hereby condemn you to a summary judgment for your crimes.”
[Work Review]
Hassan’s tail was too long…!
