Chapter 380: Clementine POV

ClementineClementine stormed back to Khajit’s hideout - the secret shrine under E-Rantel’s graveyard. Her strides were wild and forceful, her brows were furrowed, and her mouth was twisted. Her pretty features were distorted into something that could only have been described with the word "ugly."

That said, her true nature was probably more grotesque than that face.

Khajit muttered to himself as he guided a newly created zombie over to the undead storage area.

"Oh~ A new zombie? That’s over a hundred and fifty now; the Orb of Death is quite extraordinary."

The number of undead that could be controlled by the third-tier spell 「Create Undead」 was limited by the power of the spell’s caster. The more undead were made, the fewer could be controlled. Still, zombies were among the lowest grade of undead. Someone like Khajit, who was specialized in controlling the undead, could maintain his hold over the unbelievable amount of over a hundred of them at once. The reason Khajit could control more than even that number was due to the power of the item he carried - the Orb of Death.

"It’s all because you’ve been fooling around so much."

"Sor-ry~"

There was not even the slightest hint of remorse on Clementine’s face as she apologized.

"Still—it’s their fault for dying so soon~ Couldn’t they hold on a little longer?"

"...When you bash them like that, it’s no wonder they’d die..."

"Adventurers wouldn’t die so easily."

"They were only copper rank, meaning they are pretty much civilians. Clementine, do you like spouting obvious things to waste time?"

"Yes, yes, yes~ I’m sorry; it won’t happen again; please forgive me~"

Khajit clicked his tongue.

"As if I could believe that. In any case, stop going after people."

"Oh-kay~"

Her flighty response made Khajit furrow his brows. Still, there was no point going on about it, so he decided not to continue lecturing her. He tried to express his displeasure with the wrinkles of his frown, but as expected, she ignored it.

"Buuut I’m so booooooored he, anyway?"

"Has Nfirea not returned yet?" Khajit asked,"

"Not yet. I missed him - since it’s hard to get a hold of him, what about grabbing that granny instead~?"

"Stop that. That old woman is a third-tier magic caster and a famous person in this city, so don’t look down on her. If you move carelessly against her, you might find yourself in too deep to dig yourself out."

"Ehhhhh~ But-—"

Khajit reached into his robes and withdrew a jet-black gemstone.

"...Clementine, I’ve spent several years preparing to turn this place into a city of the dead. I don’t want your pointless antics to set my plans back. If you continue making trouble... I’ll kill you."

"...It’s called the Death Spiral, right?"

"Indeed. It’s the rite our leader is conducting."

In places where the undead gathered, more powerful undead were born. When these more powerful undead gathered, even more powerful undead would appear. The magic rite, which made use of this property, was like a spiral, constantly spawning ever more powerful undead beings. It was potent enough to destroy an entire city, so it was known as the "Death Spiral."

This wicked ritual had been conducted in the past, and it had turned a metropolis into a city of the dead where the undead roamed free.

Khajit’s aim was to turn E-Rantel into another such dead city. He would turn himself into an undead being by harnessing the necromantic energies from such a place.

He had made extensive preparations to achieve his aim. He would not let this woman who had shown up just a few days ago ruin his plans.

"Got it?"

Khajit saw through Clementine’s adorably puffed-up cheeks.

Her expression was one of cruel malice. In that moment, Clementine surged forward like a killing storm.

She closed the distance between them in an instant and struck like lightning. The sharp blade in her hand gleamed lethally as it flashed toward Khajit’s throat.

The small blade Clementine thrust forth was a piercing weapon known as a stiletto.

There was little variation in the ways one could attack with a piercing weapon, so they were not easy to use. However, Clementine favored such weapons, and she had trained her body ceaselessly, selected the best equipment, and learned the right martial arts, all in order to kill in a single blow.

This technique of hers, honed and refined through countless battles with humans and monsters, was on a level where no normal person could defend against it.

Clementine was naturally gifted with physical abilities that exceeded those of normal human beings. On top of that, she had spent her life training and practicing her combat skills, so it was only natural that she should be able to fight at such a level.

However, her target was not a normal person.

Khajit, one of the twelve high disciples who were the pride of Zuranon, could not be killed so easily.

-And a white wall-like object that erupted from the ground and intercepted the unavoidable, razor-sharp blade.

It was a gigantic hand made of countless human bones, covered in hooks that called to mind the image of maggots.

The hooks writhed, and the earth around them shattered. Under Khajit’s mental control, a giant creature began revealing itself.

She could sense a powerful undead creature beneath Khajit’s feet. The smug Khajit turned toward Clementine and said,

"What a waste of time. Because of you, I was distracted for a moment and lost control of the other undead."

"Tehe~ Sorry about that~ But I wasn’t going all out either. You had to pull out all the stops to barely block it, right?"

"That’s nonsense, and you know it, Clementine. You’re not the sort to hold back."

"Uwah~ you saw through me~ Mm, if you hadn’t blocked it, your shoulder would have been stabbed through. But, I never intended to kill you really."

Khajit frowned again as he saw the hateful smile on the woman before him.

"Still, if it were me, I could beat that chap - maybe magic casters couldn’t win, but as a warrior, I could defeat it handily. I’m just not too used to bludgeoning-type weapons

"...Your specialization in one-hit kills might make you strong against the living, but what will you do against the undead, which lack biological processes? And do you really think ’that chap’ is the last card I have to play?"

"Mmm-that’s also true~"

Clementine glanced toward the entrance. She seemed to have noticed the undead controlled by Khajit, who were waiting there for his orders.

"I think I could win... but if I draw out the fight, I’ll probably lose~ tehe~, sorry, Khaji-chan."

Clementine returned her stilettos under her cloak, and the rumbling from the earth ceased.

"Buuuut~ that’s a specialized undead controller for you~ Well done!"

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