Viktor knocked three times on the door of the Headmaster's study. For a moment he didn't hear anything. Was he doing the right thing by going there, directly challenging the teacher, especially after what happened? Maybe the professor wasn't even in the study.
After a few moments a "Come in."
Taking a deep breath, Viktor opened the door and stepped into the room, the memory of the last time he had been there still fresh as an open wound in his mind.
Professor Theodria looked up.
"He thought we had reached… uh… an agreement, after the… uh… incident."
"Yes, professor, and I ... sorry to bother you." Viktor looked at his feet nervously. "B ... But there is something I want to ask you."
"What do you want?"
Viktor gripped his hands tightly behind his back to stop them shaking.
“Today I have gone to the hospital located in the Temple of the Mother to help the sisters in their work. There I met a man,
I've always wondered why the living fear the dead so much. Why are people afraid of soulless corpses? What reason could there be for that? Unless a necromancer's spells have given the dead a semblance of life, what can they do? What danger could they pose? How could they threaten a living, breathing, flesh and blood person?And also, why are people so afraid of body snatchers? If you believe that your eternal souls move to a better place after death.What does it matter what happens to the rotten container that used to be his body?Why should they care?The dead should not be feared, because there are many things the living can learn from them. It could be argued that were it not for the Necromancers, medical science's understanding of the human body and its diseases could not have advanced as far as it has. But the same can be said of the arts of necromancy.However, is it true that the fear that looted tombs and desecrated tombs inspire in societ
Viktor turned his head to the left when everyone inside the carriage heard the door open. The dandy, who was closer to that side, put a hand on the sword he had sheathed next to him.The door opened and the ugly unshaven face of a soldier appeared."Well, well, what do we have here?" the soldier sputtered."Let's see, what happens?" the lawyer demanded to know.Viktor could not answer that question but there was certainly something a little strange about that soldier, something that everyone could perceive."An ambush," said the voice of the coachman from the roof of the carriage, confirming everyone's suspicions.Then several things happened very quickly, separated by just seconds.Without saying a single word, the swordsman suddenly rose from his seat. He gripped the door with both hands and yanked it shut. Startled, the soldier released her and stumbled forward, the weight of the war hammer in his other hand helping to throw him of
Viktor had entered the cemetery near the east wing. The mortuary chapel stood a good fifty yards away, amid the grim yew trees and grandiose mausoleums of noble families. Like many cemeteries in the Empire, it had been there a long time. It was probable that in that place there had been a burial ground since long before the founding of the city, when the first settlements had arisen at this point of the river, since there were areas of the cemetery that had fallen into oblivion and neglect.But between him and the funeral chapel, Viktor discovered two men who were in the cemetery, although the tombstones did not allow him to see clearly what they were doing.So focused were they on work that they didn't seem to have heard the confrontation that had occurred on the road, and they certainly didn't notice Viktor's presence inside the cemetery.One was tall and robustly built, with broad shoulders and heavily muscled arms. His partner was short and stocky, but somet
They say that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing; Nothing so true has ever been said.Some would say that it is the search for knowledge that defines us as superior to other races.Some will say that it is what has led humanity to become the dominant species of our world.He could talk about steam contraptions, different alchemical formulas, or the discovery of gunpowder and the terrible war machines that use it. All marvelous accomplishments, though none were accomplished without first taking a toll in human lives.But it could also be argued that the insatiable search for knowledge, the inquisitive and inherent curiosity of the human being, is what could bring us to the brink of destruction.It has been the study of the arcane arts that has led the human nations to shine, one example is Gregori, the current supreme magician who is in the Empire Magic Academy, it is irrelevant that he is a semi-elf, the important thing is his existence.
Erich was home for the first time in three days, was what Viktor knew. He was sitting at the attic table with the usual half-empty bottle uncorked, and he was swirling the wine in the container. His grungy ginger cat sat smugly on his lap, stroking his ears.Emboldened by the swig of wine Erich had poured him, Viktor began to speak. And once he started, the words just came out like a torrent and he found himself telling his friend everything… everything except the fact that the chase had caused a wave of emotion in him.When he was done, Erich simply sat in the chair, motionless, his mouth open and his expression stunned."My, my, you are a black sheep, right Viktor?" Erich said at last. “The black sheep of the family, huh? Well, I don't mind telling you, peasant boy, that I didn't think you were capable of something like that. You are full of surprises, right? "In the course of a few minutes, Viktor had completely changed Erich's opinion of
The house was as run down as it looked from the outside. The room they were in was completely devoid of furniture. The floorboards were bare and bristling with splinters; the walls covered with damp peeling stock.Erich, regaining some of his earlier bravery, led the way and left the room.On the other side of the door they found themselves on an equally bare stair landing ... To go up to the upper floor there was a staircase with some steps missing and others half broken.The air was thick with the smell of mold ... It seemed that no one had inhabited the house in a long time, and yet he had seen some kind of servant open the door to the two body snatchers just a month before.Erich surveyed the flight of stairs that led up into the darkness of the upper floor. Convinced that there was no danger that could come from there, he cautiously peered over the railing. Viktor followed suit.The light from the street lamps that entered the building through
The simple black-skinned book was a scholar's chronicle of his search for lost knowledge at the time of the coming of the Dark Gods, and while it was an interesting read, it didn't really teach Viktor anything very useful.The book titled only Anatomy, on the other hand, fascinated him and he had to acknowledge that the concepts and detailed information it contained were easy for him to assimilate and integrate into his own knowledge. In fact, he seemed to have a strange affinity for the ideas presented in the book. He attributed this to the long relationship he had had with death by growing up as the son of a priest of the death god.After a week without any sudden and unexpected visit from the guard or worse, Viktor dared to go out into the street again. He even dared to return to the School to continue his work there. When Professor Ulbert Hinsteil asked him where he had been, Viktor replied that he had suffered a bad summer cold. Lying was another thing he was not
It is a common misconception to believe that necromancers hate life because of their dealings with death. There could be nothing further from the truth!Those who practice the art of necromancy may well spend years looting the graves of the dead, abandoned cemeteries, fetid ossuaries and ancient burial mounds, avoiding the light of day to take advantage of the protective shadow of the night and the relationship with the living in favor. From the company of moldy corpses. But what motivates this behavior is the desire to hang on to life for longer.Some actually reach necromancy by mistake. They want knowledge for its own sake, or they are trying to save their own life or that of a loved one. Perhaps it is also true that many of those who come to practice the dark art are prone to madness and dark desires because what else could lead them to study the lowest and vilest form of the art of magic? Yet there is something in their forbidden quest that inevitably leads them o
The Damenburg castle was a almost impregnable defensive structure. Able to support a siege for years due to the large amount of resources and supplies that were inside.If any intruder was able to infiltrate, it would meet many unpleasant surprises. As the Metroidvania construction of the castle caused its route partially labyrinthic and convoluted.Some areas of the castle were fully blocked and removable if certain items that worked as a key was not possessed.The location of the castle was a total mystery, because it was inside a valley between mountains and in the center of a forest with a deep fog.If the location of the castle was discovered, any unwanted guest would find many dangers designed to eradicate them.The first danger that any invader would face would be a dark forest with a fog so dense and deep that blocked solar light almost in its entirety. Unable to see, the invaders would be lost inside during hours, and even days. Well, the
After nonchalantly walking to the front of the assailant group, Isabell looked around.“Everyone, thank you for gathering in this place for me. Oh yeah, who is your leader? Could we negotiate for a moment? "Seeing that the bandits looked at one of their own, Isabell got the information she wanted. Which meant that with the exception of this man, the others were more than cockroaches. Blood tastes better if it comes from someone strong."What ... what do you want to negotiate?"After seeing the most beautiful young woman he had ever seen, the man who seemed to be her leader finally regained his composure and advanced towards her."Ahh, forgive me. The negotiation was just a joke to get the information she wanted. Forgive me."A few men looked confused, and in search of answers they began to look at each other, but among these men ...
A carriage was speeding away from the walled city.Four strong horses pulled a carriage that was large enough to carry six passengers.The surrounding area was unexpectedly illuminated by a bright moon hanging in the sky… But still, it was foolish to travel in haste on a night like this. Putting up lights, making camp and standing guard would be a wiser decision.To say that the night was a world in which humans were not in control would not be enough. To put it more clearly, the places where the light did not reach did not belong to humans. Countless animals and monsters lurked at night, many of which could see through the darkness and attack humans.On a dangerous night like this, the passengers only felt a slight vibration as the carriage moved down the road.This small vibration was not due to the carriage having excellent suspension, but rather because the carriage wa
Donn started running toward the lower part of town. The city of Riverheim was built at the junction of two rivers, whose flow merged into a new great river which extended from Riverland to the west coast of the Kingdom of Lothal, in Sealand.Due to the conflagration of the Y-shaped river, the city of Riverheim was divided into three main sectors; to the north was the commercial sector, where most of the artisans and middle-class bourgeois population were found; To the south was the Aristocratic Sector, although it had such a pompous name, in reality there were also the headquarters of the guilds, the cathedral of the quartet and the central church in the Duchy of Riverland of the Six Gods, although separated from the public and only available to a few, was the Villa Noble that covered the entire western area of the sector; To the East the popular sector was located, ignoring the beautiful name, that was the place where the poor neighborhoods were, that being t
Azrael looked around the luxurious room. Of course, if one were to compare this room with the rooms in Damenburg Castle, then it could be said that this room did not have any charm.Sure, that wasn't something surprising since he had simply chosen the wrong object to compare. It was like comparing iron to platinum.But even if platinum was higher in price, iron had another kind of utility.Azrael focused his gaze on the corner of the room and found that the luggage was already ready and assembled. They could leave immediately if they wanted to. Since Azrael hadn't prepared it, Isabell must have made it herself when she had left the restaurant."You should have let me pack the luggage."“What are you saying Azrael? Did you want to check my underwear? You are a perverted angel "The young woman straightened her body and shook her head. She was Isabell Dra
The operation was progressing smoothly, although the details of the mission were vague, the objectives were clear; collect information about the human nation called Kingdom of Lothal.As Azrael thought about the direction of the operation, he noticed a man walking towards him."Having to leave at this time must be a difficult decision for you ..."The man who spoke to Azrael was in his forties and fifties, clean-shaven and with black hair streaked with white streaks. Perhaps due to his age and his extravagant eating habits, he had a large belly.He was tastefully dressed, his elegant clothes spoke of a man of a high position."Are you Mr. Bryman?"Azrael nodded slightly as he greeted him, but the man was quick to stop such a gesture."Ah, you don't need to be so polite."His name was Thomas Bryman and he was a fairly
"Is this how your parents met?" asked a handsome man with night-black hair and deep eyes brimming with charisma."Romantic. Don't you think? " were the words of a charming girl whose beauty would amaze anyone who witnessed her, her silver hair was combed in such a way that she had a fringe that covered her left eye; her slim body and abnormally pale skin gave him a fragile appearance."I suppose ... he has the charm of him" said the handsome man, who wore an elegant long-sleeved black raincoat over a black leather jerkin which fitted perfectly to his torso; Gala pants along with refined black shoes finished making up his outfit."Right?" were the words spoken by the charming girl, who was wearing a beautiful black dress with red details; Her dress had a prominent victory style, so on her torso she had a tight corset which highlighted her feminine curves."Moving on to a less ... peculiar topic" began
"I offer you my humble respects, Earl Drake." The man's accent was particularly strong; it was obvious that he was a foreigner. Imperial, perhaps, or farther west, Leom thought, trying to place it. "And you, fair lady," he added as he turned to Shandri, "you are lovely. A beautiful rose between these two withered thorns. "The woman's face lit up at the simple compliment. A lopsided smile crept to her lips and she bowed gracefully without taking her gaze from the man's eyes. And what eyes did she have! They were of animal intensity, loaded with nameless appetites. She was swallowed up by that gaze and willingly surrendered to the sensation.The man had power and was not averse to exploiting it. A slow predatory smile appeared on her face.Shandri felt a force draw her toward the newcomer. It was a subtle but compelling sensation. She took a step toward him."Stop staring at him, woman, he's very unse
Shandri sat on the edge of the old man's bed and wiped the blood-streaked saliva off his chin, then turned her attention to his uncle. He had known him all his life. In other times he had kissed the ground where he walked, but with age he came to understand that man was a worm. "And I suppose I have no say in the matter." Leom studied his niece for an awkward moment as she pushed her long blonde hair away from her face. She was beautiful in her own way, with fair skin and fine bones. The combination of her gave him a charming air of delicacy, although in reality the young woman she possessed the bad temper of the Drake family and she could be as devious as a weasel if she wished. “Not in the least, I'm afraid, my dear. I wish it were otherwise, but I'm not the one who made the law. By accident of birth ... you turned out to be ... female. With no male children, your father's line ends and mine begins as the oldest