Night of the Soulless Heathens – 285



#285. Fimbulbert 2

“what?”

“No not you over there.”

Azadin said this to Delia and grabbed the ceramite longsword Aurelia Dunn that was on his back.

“I have not come to fight. My master wishes to see you.”

The woman who walked in in elven form was Dahlia the older sister of the wild druid Cedrin who had already died and become a member of the Fimbul Horde.

Her master would be none other than the undead knight Lord Sok leader of the Fimbul Horde.

“Lord Sok asked to see me?”

“Yes. The master has called you as a favor. However it seems that Lord Sok is a bit too… to come into Fireglyph.”

“Okay let’s go.”

Azadin followed the summons of Lord Sok and decided to meet him at the meeting place outside of Fireglyph.

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Outside the Fireglyph mill Lord Sok’s men were stationed.

Although they looked no different from their living counterparts on the outside they were actually horrific undead wights monsters that were hungry for human blood and vitality.

When meeting such a person Azadin appeared alone without any subordinates.

“…I don’t know whether to call him brave or stupid.”

The Whites were perplexed to see Azadin come alone without any subordinates.

But even as Azadin he had no choice.

“Now Fireglyph has Lord Jecht and Prince Calintz. Even if they get their hands on me it’s not like they can storm St. Mallory’s without any resistance and I’m confident I can escape.”

Azadin answered the words of the whites who were taunting him like this and touched the rock next to him with his hand.

The snow and hail had melted but the rocks were still cold.

It’s an unbelievable temperature for a summer rock.

“Are you here?”

At that moment the door to the mill opened and a sturdy orc knight walked out.

He clad in black armor clicked his tongue as he saw Azadin alone.

“Sir Azadin trust me but keep in mind that the Hags still seek your head. What if I covet the power and knowledge they promise?”

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Even though the Fimbul Horde’s ambition to descend the Fireglyph and strike at St. Mallory had been curtailed he still had a reason to go for Azadin’s head.

But Azadin knew better than anyone that his threats were hollow.

If you really wanted to catch Azadin you would have attacked him first. How could you possibly warn him?

“Thank you for your advice Sir Sok. So why have you called?”

“…I’m surprised. Why are you being so polite now? Are you afraid of coming alone?”

“Rather than that since you called me out of kindness I will also consider you a senior in the Knights. At least for now.”

When Azadin had previously met Lord Sok he had been an intruder who had flown into his territory. Now however since they had met by appointment Azadin had decided to acknowledge Lord Sok as his senior.

“You’re a junior with a sense of duty. I like you. If you think of me as your senior then I should act like one too.”

Sir Sok nodded at Azadin’s attitude and began to warn him.

“The Fimbulbert is beginning. Summer will disappear for three years. The Knights Templar have lost their virtue and the kings have lost their thrones. The light of the royal wreath that protects Hybris is fading and indeed the light of the royal wreaths of Bthuma and Korassar has gone out. The crisis of humanity is approaching.”

“Is there a solution?”

“Yes. Becoming undead. A body that doesn’t need food or heating fuel. That way you can survive the harsh winters.”

“….”

The Fimbul Horde the undead army of Sok was originally created to prepare for Fimbulbert.

But is becoming undead the solution to the harsh winter?

“…Even if you are a rich man don’t whites need blood and energy? When I tried using other undead their bodies would wear out without recovering and they would just wear out.”

To the general public the undead are perceived as invincible beings and ominous curses but when you use necromancy to control the undead you find that there are more than a few areas where they are lacking.

Just because you’re undead doesn’t mean you can endure Fimbulbert forever.

“There is a way to solve that problem.”

“which….”

“Among the relics of the ancient gods there is one called the Eye of Asajit. It is a jewel that bleeds endlessly. It is said that if you have one your blood will turn fountains red and if you have two it will wet the rivers.”

“Are you saying that we should all become undead and live by drinking blood?”

I thought it was a joke but Sir Sok looked at Azadin as if to ask why not.

You’re being serious.

As expected this author Sir Sok is not in his right mind.

I don’t know which came first: whether he became rich because he lost his mind or whether he became rich because he was not in his right mind to begin with.

“You deserve to live. I sense virtue and faith in you. However knights who cannot keep their virtues are not worthy of living as humans. Wouldn’t it be better to become undead than to let those who are not worthy of living as humans prey on people? If we turn half of humanity into undead food consumption will be reduced by half.”

“…I thought you were going to tell me how to stop Fimbulbert. I guess I had high hopes. So do you have the Eye of Ashajit?”

“Unfortunately I don’t have one. But I know where they are. One is in the Chadra Convent and the other is with a vampire named Griselda.”

“Griselda?”

“Niselda’s mother.”

“iced coffee.”

Azadin nodded recalling what the blood mage Bernard had said about seeking the blood of the ancient gods.

That fits so well.

Was that the blood of the ancient god that Bernard was seeking?

‘But is it because you’re a lich? Turning humans into undead and living off the blood of those strange creatures? Are you in your right mind?’

No matter how eccentric the orcs are it is truly an impossible idea for anyone in their right mind to become an undead and drink the blood of a strange old god in order to overcome Fimbulbert.

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Azadin asked questioning Sir Sok’s mental state.

“So you’re telling me to bring it to you now?”

“The Chadra Convent is not made accessible to me as an undead. The abbess’s powerful magic is rejecting me. Of course if I start attacking her magical defenses I could eventually break them but she and I made a pact to respect each other. I cannot be the first to break that pact.”

Even in the Chadra Plateau a place filled with scoundrels who seek to possess women through sexual desire and dominance the Chadra Convent stands out as a place where men are forbidden from entering.

Azadin thought it was the work of Niselda an agent of the convent but it seems that the abbess is exercising her power separately and that it has such strong coercive power that even Lord Sok cannot enter the convent without permission.

“So you want me to bring you Asajjit’s eyes from inside the convent?”

“That’s not all. You have Niselda under your command. Tell her to help you find Griselda.”

“First of all I feel bad for asking you this while treating you like a senior but for now I will decline the offer to turn those people into undead. Then of course regarding Ashajit’s eyes… I will have to decline that offer.”

“Is that so? When hunger sets in your thoughts will change right?”

“Then let’s go there and discuss it.”

“If you’re hungry and your strength is low you might not be able to do it even if you want to. The Mother Superior and Griselda aren’t easy opponents. And I heard you use necromancy too? Do you have an aversion to the undead?”

“Rather than letting a living person die from illness I would rather have a dead piece of flesh do what it can. I also do not want to damage the dignity of a corpse if possible. Is there nothing else? Other things that can overcome Fimbulbert. You seem to be quite knowledgeable about the knowledge of the Old Gods so please tell me.”

“…There is a Noble Phantasm called the Eternal Sun that burns vampires. It is a Noble Phantasm of Soleil who hates vampires but it could also be used to grow crops. However I don’t know where it is. Maybe Griselda knows.”

“Yes. Um. What else is there?”

“I heard that Emperor Yaeslat has studied Fimbulbert and has devised countermeasures against him. As the Emperor’s messenger shouldn’t you know better?”

“…This is the first time I’ve heard of it.”

“And if you have a sword made from the bones of a Wendigo you can use a barrier spell to ward off the winter chill. If you were to burn firewood in the cold of Fimbulbert you would have to cut down all the forests in the world so a cold barrier spell would be very useful for survival.”

“…ah.”

Azadin was surprised to hear that the sword was made from Wendigo bones.

“But why?”

“No. I once had it in my hand but I lost it in a fight.”

“Oh like that.”

Sir Sok clicked his tongue when he heard that.

“I will teach you the fateful spell to find weapons. It is an old spell that allows you to find the location of a weapon that is destined for you and create conditions for it to return to your hands. It is a blue fate spell. Have you heard of it?”

“Huh? No. I don’t have much knowledge so I haven’t even heard of it.”

“Well then take it. You can learn it yourself. With your skills you can learn it.”

Sir Sok took a pen out of his bosom and began to write in the air.

Then letters glowing with magical power appeared forming a page and flying towards Azadin.

As Azadin takes it in his hand it becomes a page from a glittering grimoire and materializes in Azadin’s hand.

“This is…..”

Azadin was amazed by Lord Sok’s incredible magical prowess.

Was this the magic of an existence that escaped the fate of an orc? Now I think I understand why it was possible to escape the short life of an orc even if it meant becoming undead.

“I’d like to teach you directly but I don’t have time. I think you can learn it yourself.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t be too grateful. We might fight again over Niselda and Griselda. Then the Whites might celebrate with your flesh and blood. I just hope that it will be of some help in retrieving the Wendigo bone sword so learn it quickly and use it.”

“Oh I’m shameless but I’ll ask since I’m asking. Can elemental wailing be cured with angel blood?”

“….”

Was I too shameless? Azadin thought as he looked at the speechless Sir Sok.

But isn’t Sir Sok bursting into laughter?

“To cure elemental wailing with angel blood? What a strange idea.”

“What a strange idea?”

Azadin was half in doubt.

In fact although Giacomo is said to be an alchemist in Azadin’s opinion Giacomo’s skills are inferior to those of Sir Soak or even Bernard.

Although he claims to have studied it all his life it is unlikely that he has deviated significantly from Sir Salk’s ideas.

But why did Sir Soak say that it was a strange idea? Did Giacomo’s idea surpass Sir Soak’s conception?