NABC Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Chapter 33
"I just stole the aura."
"What...? Is that even possible?"
"The security was weak. Necromantic magic is easy to steal if you find an opening."
I often define necromantic magic as a network of interconnected computers.
In fact, during a battle against a high-ranking necromancer in the Hall of Necromancy, the fight turned into a contest of who could breach the other’s security first.
No matter how many hundreds or thousands of undead one commands, they are useless if they can be stolen.
This kind of hacking and hijacking is only possible between necromantic magic users.
But aren’t necromancers, by nature, those who dominate the undead?
It’s a battle of control—how well one infiltrates and takes over.
In other words, it's a hacking duel.
And it doesn’t apply only to the undead.
The same principle applies to curses.
There are various methods of hacking, but no one seemed to have truly understood the intricate details that had been cemented as conventional knowledge over time.
“Wow, you're insane.”
A short exclamation escaped.
* * *
Several figures clad in dark robes gathered in an underground hideout.
“What happened?”
“The curse has been successfully applied. As expected, the artifact bestowed by our lord worked flawlessly.”
“The royal mages of Bata will likely attempt a purification spell, but they would never suspect that their magic is actually shortening King Oliad’s lifespan.”
Even medicine can become poison, depending on how it’s used.
But a mishandled remedy becomes a deadly toxin.
This curse was a brilliant and well-crafted scheme, even by necromancer standards.
“When King Oliad dies, the Bata royal family will be thrown into chaos. It’s only natural that many influential figures will vie for power and start a civil war.”
"You assassinated the king!"—that accusation would fly.
The nobles, already deeply divided, would seize the opportunity to strike down their rivals.
Moreover, the current king had no clear successor.
His son was too young, meaning the princess would likely inherit the throne.
However, it was well known that she was too frail to rule effectively.
“If the princess takes the throne, everything will fall into our hands.”Nôv(el)B\\jnn
“Kekeke...”
“Hehehe...”
They let out eerie chuckles, celebrating their impending victory.
Clang!!!
At that moment—
A man in a black robe burst into the room, visibly flustered.
“Something terrible has happened!”
“Stop causing a commotion. This is a day for celebration.”
“T-The curse...”
“What about it?”
“It has been undone.”
The room fell silent.
“...What?”
“This shouldn’t be possible.”
“Wait, hold on. What do you mean?! That curse was flawless! If it were removed, the target should have died instantly!”
“I-I don’t know how... but suddenly, the curse was lifted... King Oliad is currently recovering.”
“No way! How could someone possibly break our lord’s curse?!”
The men slammed their fists against the table in frustration.
“Damn it!! Who dares to interfere!!!”
One of them raised his hand.
A royal decree was issued, summoning both Melissa and me to attend the state council meeting.
Melissa made sense, but why me?
I had been preparing excuses to refuse, but in the end, it was Melissa who dragged me there against my will.
Since King Oliad was currently in a coma, the one presiding over the meeting in his place was none other than the princess of the Bata Kingdom.
The heir to the throne was originally the prince, but as he was still just a young child, he could not attend the state council.
Thus, the delicate and timid princess had to step in for him.
The meeting itself contained nothing particularly eventful.
Discussions revolved around the current state of the kingdom and the affairs of neighboring nations—dull topics, to say the least.
Even the princess, who was presiding over the council in place of King Oliad, seemed to think the same.
Of course, there had been the major incident of an assassination attempt via a curse the day before, but since it was being handled in secrecy, very few in the room were aware of it.
Then, after a lengthy discussion, a noble brought up a new topic.
"As a brief intermission, I’d like to introduce a simple matter, Your Highness."
"I will allow it."
At the princess’s response, the noble stroked his mustache and stood up.
"As you all know, our kingdom recently lost a Swordmaster—Count Cascadia."
At his words, a faint flicker of anger crossed Melissa’s eyes.
"It was truly a regrettable loss. However, at this juncture, we must reconsider the immense authority that he once wielded."
"What exactly do you mean?"
Melissa shot back in an icy tone, and the noble raised his voice as if making a grand proclamation.
"Current Count Melissa Cascadia is still young. She lacks worldly experience. Hence, I believe that granting such enormous power to her poses the risk of corruption."
The meaning behind their words was simple.
They wanted to strip Melissa of her authority.
"Are you saying you intend to seize the authority of the border count? On what grounds?"
"Seize? Ahem, that is not what I mean. I merely suggest that the authority be returned to her when she turns twenty."
"And who, then, would manage this authority in the meantime?"
Melissa maintained an expression that practically invited them to keep running their mouths.
Most of the nobles, however, seemed to have already reached a consensus.
"For the time being, it would be best for the central government to manage it, and then return it when she reaches the age of twenty. Perhaps someone with experience, like Marquis Vider, could oversee it."
At his proposal, a significant number of nobles raised their hands.
"I agree."
"I agree."
It was laughable, the way they had already decided everything among themselves and now expected Melissa to simply accept it.
Perhaps this had been their intention from the very start.
I scanned the faces of those who had just moments ago been so eager to tear apart Cascadia.
"Hah, the majority is in agreement. Marquis, would you care to share your thoughts?"
The nobles, as if on cue, passed the baton to Marquis Vider.
But strangely, his face had gone pale, and he appeared unable to focus on the meeting at all.
Because at this moment, what mattered wasn’t Cascadia—his own standing was at risk of crumbling.
Just as Melissa was about to lose her temper, I stopped her and instead turned to the silent Duke Berli.
"Do you share their opinion as well, Duke?"
He was no fool who wouldn’t grasp the meaning behind my question.
Consider this repaying the favor for saving your life, Farell Berli.
As the duke slowly closed his eyes, some nobles smirked in amusement.
"Ahem, watch your tongue. Do you realize where you are? Who allowed this man to speak here?"
"And yet, it's somehow acceptable for you to decide another's affairs on your own and then demand their compliance? How ironic."
"You insolent—!!"
My sarcasm made a few nobles turn red with fury, their veins bulging with rage.
But I brazenly pressed forward.
So what exactly do you plan to do about it?
I've been officially summoned to this meeting.
Most of the gazes in the room seemed to be asking the same thing—whether I was truly so desperate as to seek aid from the duke’s house.
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