Chapter 320 – Trade Terms

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“Lyla… Flamewatch…?”

A familiar sound flowed from Cleon’s mouth.

It would be impossible to count the number of times he spoke his name her dozens or even hundreds of times.

However, it was the maid who made a more surprised expression than that.

“Lyla, you… Remember-“

“Ah… Don’t be mistaken. I don’t have any memories. I only have a name. To a magician, the ‘true name’ engraved on his soul is very important. I just found it in my own way.”

As Lila said, she tinkered with her side tail her.

Hearing her answer her, the maid said while shrinking her body a little, as if she was weighed down by her imposing attitude her.

“Then… Wouldn’t that be the way to retrieve your memory?”

“That far… I can’t. Also, I’m not very interested in my memories. I can use all the magic I was able to use before I lost my memory.”

Both Cleon and the maids shut their mouths as if they were a little fed up with Lyla’s remarks her, which were always the same as those of a fundamentalist in magic.

Well, more than that, it would be reasonable to say that Cleon, in fact, is not opening her mouth because the pain won’t go away anymore.

“So? What are you going to do? As it is, I can see you being buried in a graveyard and reviving as a zombie or something. In fact, isn’t it? In this world, when you die, you become undead , so there’s no need to treat you.”

“Oh, no! If I die, it will be difficult…”

When the maid says that and grabs Laila’s wrist again, Laila speaks to Cleon without hesitation.

“Then you should help me as well. Well, it’s not that difficult. Just answer a few questions and let me examine your memories. I think the magic in your memories is better than listening to you, not an expert. I think seeing what happens will be much more helpful. How is it?”

Cleon nodded her head without worrying about Laila’s words her.

There was no reason not to, and he couldn’t die here either.

However, I did not forget to give one warning.

“…Don’t be surprised while looking at the memories.”

“Ha?”

Cleon knew.

This Lyla Flame Watch in front of her, the Lyla Flame Watch that Cleon himself knew—so she was a different girl from hers who would have been waiting for him to return from her capital by now.

Even in her her world where she went on adventures with her her Illenu her… I met her through some kind of relationship with her her.

In the process, she too became part of her adventure. That would be the story

What a tough relationship… When the corners of Cleon’s mouth her twisted while thinking about the same thing, Layla pressed both of Cleon’s cheeks her with one hand and held her mouth her.

“Isn’t this a bad guy?”

To Layla’s statement of her, who looks suspicious, the maid responds by shaking her head instead of Cleon.

“It’s not like that! He’s definitely a little dark and cold, and sometimes he says things that get on people’s nerves. Basically, he’s a good person!”

“No, because of the previous word, it became more like swearing instead of representing me…”

Lila, who heard the maid’s words her, put on her astonished expression her, sighed, turned around and walked into the studio.

When he opened the closet, his eyes met Dullahan’s head, which was dug out from the basement and put on display again.

“Are there any guests?”

“Quiet ornaments.”

After Layla gave a short answer to her (Durahan)’s words to her, she took out a couple of items that could be ingredients for a healing potion from the cupboard.

“The leaves of the world tree, the fire stones, the crystals of the ice caps… I wonder if the elixir of body regeneration will work with this… “

The names of the ingredients they hear are not all common, so Cleon and the maid are also nervous, but soon the closet door closes with a rattle.

“…Are you going to make medicine from now on?”

When the maid looks at Lila and asks, she nods her head.

“Yeah. Something, a problem?”

“Uh, how long will it take!?”

“Well… If we start brewing from now on, it will take at least 3 hours for an effective potion to come out.”

Phew, a stressful breathing sound came from the maid’s mouth.

“Cleon will die in three, three hours!?”

“Oh, that’s right. This guy is n’t undead, so he can’t last that long. He thought he just needed to regenerate his body his…”

Layla looked at the dying Cleon in real time, scratching her head as if she hadn’t thought of that part.

“It’s a nuisance… Then, I’ll have to do something else to buy some time.”

Saying that, Layla took out a large shovel that had been placed on the wall of the workshop.

It’s quite old and rusty, but it’s still usable for burying or taking out something.

And when he throws the shovel at the maid, the maid panics so that the shovel doesn’t hit Cleon, but she catches it properly.

“What are you doing…!? A shovel… A shovel to buy time?”

“Wrong. There’s something I’d like you to bring. Pick a suitable corpse from the cemetery outside here.”

At her words her, Maiden put on a dazed expression for a moment, then looked back and forth between the shovel and Lila.

“A grave, you mean digging a grave!?”

“Yes. It’s something you do often, right?”

When the maid heard Laila’s words, she couldn’t help but groan in pain.

Of course, if her ego her was weak and her memory her was vague, she would have listened to Layla’s request her without saying anything, even if it was because she assisted other executive undeads, which was one of her duties her.

However, now she was in a state where the memories of her life, along with her ego her, and her feelings of guilt were revived all at once.

If it were ordinary, it would have been ordinary, but it was a difficult story to wish for that even to a being like Lich Lila in front of her.

“If you don’t do that, he will die.”

“…Okay. Can I hear what you’re trying to write?”

“Ah- yes, that’s right. I’m going to use this guy’s soul as a vessel to temporarily contain it.”

“…A temporary body?”

“I heard a very disturbing sound…”

At Cleon’s words her, Layla snorts at her and speaks.

“It stops the time of the body without a soul, so your soul is not harmed and the body is preserved.

“…Ah, that’s right, I just remembered that you used to be like that…”

Cleon lets out a sigh of relief as if he has reunited with Lila from when they first met.

“Then I’ll come back!”

Thinking that it would be better for her to find a new body for Cleon than to hear the two argue, the maid quickly grabbed a shovel and left Layla’s studio.

In the end, only the two of them were left in the house.

Lila listened to Cleon’s sarcasm, threw her potions into her witch’s cauldron, and used her magic to start a fire.

“…So, what are you?”

And, in a nonchalant tone that seemed uninterested, he was asking Cleon a question.

“What am I?”

“Yes. The one whom the goddess of death, the owner of this realm, suddenly appeared with… From the circumstances, I know that he came from outside the exile realm. Other than that, it seems that he has a connection with the maid-“

Lila pauses for a moment as she says that.

Cleon’s vision of her was blocked, but Layla’s expression seemed to emerge in her mind of her.

Obviously, he couldn’t say what he wanted to ask, and he must have opened and closed his mouth.

“Does it bother you that I recognize you?”

“Nu-who…! In the first place, a suspicious guy like you… If the maid hadn’t helped me all this time, she wouldn’t have let me in.”

“Wasn’t it because of the magical knowledge of the outside world?”

At that point, Layla nodded and looked back at him as she stopped her hand.

“You really don’t want to lose a word… You must be unpopular.”

Cleon hears that and doesn’t answer, then he responds to Layla.

“…For someone whose emotions and ego are limited by the goddess, he seems quite emotional.”

“That’s because I’m a wizard, of course. Magical power has great ups and downs due to human emotions, and even the Goddess knows. It’s just that I’m allowed a certain amount of emotions.”

Hearing Layla’s answer, Cleon muttered a little disappointed.

“What is that?

“That can’t happen… It’s her goddess-sama’s power her that built her her other world her. Under her her power her, we have no choice but to obey her.”

“Her obedience to her… I mean. If you hear the maid’s story of her, you’ve been with her as well.”

Layla hit the pot once with her spatula as she was stirring it with a crackling sound.

Then, as magic power began to circulate in the pot, the ingredients in it began to fuse together with magic power.

“Stop. I’m not interested in those memories. …By the way, you speak well too. Is your body better than you thought?”

“Ah. Actually, if I stay still, my mind will become hazy… It might be dangerous…”

As he said that, Cleon’s voice grew smaller and smaller.

“Wait, wait. If you die like that, you won’t receive the promised magical knowledge of the outside world! If you become undead, you’ll lose all your memories too!”

Embarrassed, Lila hurriedly approached Cleon and hit her on the cheek, trying to somehow bring her to her senses her.

At that moment, the studio door opened and a maid appeared!

“I got it! A new body!”

“Nice job! Take it here… Wait, that’s-“

Looking at the maid who just happened to be back at her timing, Layla raised her voice her but—

She frowned as she looked at what she was holding in her hand.

When the maid nodded her head, Layla let out her sigh.

“…I can’t help it. I’m running out of time, so it’s a little late to find another body… Listen carefully, man. From now on, I’ll take your soul out of your body … And place it in the remains that the head maid brought. Even if you feel a little dizzy. Be patient.”

With a rustle in her voice that seemed really helpless, Lila took over the corpse from the maid.

And-Rich. As a powerful sorcerer and necromancer, her mana her filled her empty body her.

With the hideous light, Cleon’s consciousness sank into darkness.

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It was exactly 4 minutes and 44 seconds after Cleon woke up.

“Ha…!”

Cleon raised his upper body and raised his voice as if his airway had been opened.

“Oh, it happened.”

“It’s all good…”

Layla reacts uneasily to what Cleon has done, but the maid breathes a sigh of relief to her.

“Did the soul transfer properly…?”

When Cleon turned her head to find her her body her, she saw herself perched on his old chair her, looking pale.

However, it was in an extremely high place… It was questionable that it looked big.

“…”

Something was strange

His senses his were keen, his body light, but everything around him seemed abnormally large.

“Hey, Lila. What the hell is this-“

At that time, the feeling that something grabs you from behind and lifts you up.

The slightly cold woman’s hand her touched her stomach and back her, and Cleon tried to look behind her as his body her trembled.

“Uh-ey, look this way, not that way.”

I was distracted by Layla’s voice of hers and looked back at the source of her voice of hers.

“What, uh…!”

And, seeing herself reflected in the small desk mirror Layla was holding, Cleon couldn’t help but be astonished.

What was reflected there was that her whole body was covered in black fur, with yellow eyes …

Because it was just a cat.

“There doesn’t seem to be a problem with the senses. Well, it’s a temporary body, so I’ll accept that much.”

“No, take it!?”

When Cleon’s screams burst out, his short limbs were reflected in the mirror, and he felt embarrassed.

“Mi-I’m sorry, Cleon… I also wanted to bring a human body if possible. The female body doesn’t seem to be a bit good, and the male body… Well, most of them aren’ It’s not healthy… At least that’s the most It was okay. This, for now, it seems to be a male.”

Hearing the maid’s words, Cleon sighed and looked at his body her reflected in the mirror once again.

As she said, there was little problem with the cat’s body itself.

Except there’s a little bit of dirt on the fur.

“It must have been buried for hundreds of years…”

“That’s right, this world is characterized by no change. Basically, the corpses buried in the cemetery do not rot. Well, the reason why the bodies of men are not healthy is because most of them died in war.”

Cleon asks a question with a subtle expression after hearing Laila’s explanation of her.

“…Lyla, this is all you have to do for three hours, right?”

“Okay, once you’ve healed your body, return your soul to your body. You’ll receive the knowledge as promised. Until then, bear with that body.”

As Lyla said, she pulled her hood over and put the mask back over her face.

“…Huh? Where are you going?”

“Suddenly, it’s time for work. That pot. The chief maid stirs it well. Three hours.”

“Oh, yes… Yes!”

As the maid said so, she approached the witch’s pot where her potion was being brewed and grabbed her large spatula.

“And, Cleon. You can follow me.”

Saying that, Lila looked at the cat standing helplessly on the ground.

“…Why?”

“Because it’s the first time I’ve gotten a cat assistant. I thought I’d try to use it for a bit.”

“Assistant…? Me? Yes?”

Cleon listened to Lila and felt something uneasy about her and tried to back off.

However, Layla’s wand was pointed at Cleon, and a leash was attached to Cleon’s neck on her.

“For a moment…!”

“I’ll take the cat for a walk.”

“Cats don’t need walks…!”

Lyla, ignoring Cleon’s words her, left the workshop using her staff her as the lead.

The maid eagerly stirred the inside of the pot while watching those two people—no, one person and one animal anxiously.

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“Haa… You’re stubborn. So? Where are you going?”

In the end, Leila and Cleon leave the workshop and walk together.

Cleon looked up at Layla, who had forced himself out, and asked a question.

Then, Lila answers with that expression covered by her mask.

“This is the western graveyard. We are heading towards the eastern graveyard from now on.”

“Are the cemeteries in the west and east divided around the cathedral?”

“Yes. I’m managing this cemetery to the west—and there’s another custodian of the east in the east.”

“Is he also an executive undead?”

Leila nodded her head at Cleon’s question.

“Which one is he?”

“They’re the exact opposite type of person to me. We each take care of the graveyard, and we have an obligation to check and report that the corpses in the graveyard don’t regenerate themselves as undead.”

Why do I have to tell you this… She gives her explanation while grumbling together.

Even though her personality her was dirty, it was like her her, but it was also like Lyla that she showed a soft side in strange places.

However, what she said was also a concern to Cleon.

“Come to think of it. That’s strange. In this world, dead beings become ‘undead’? Then why are there cemeteries and ordinary corpses?”

To Cleon’s question, Layla was silent for a moment before answering.

“Well. That’s because we have to talk about when this realm was created. Only the Goddess knows.”

“You don’t know either.”

“Yeah, because I don’t remember.”

“Doesn’t it bother you?”

“Not really. Rather than worrying about that, I’ll concentrate more on the study of magic.”

After a short question and answer session, Cleon was silent for a while.

“…If Ile – as the Goddess of Death ordered. What if we develop a magic that can annihilate the undead forever?”

And she, too, doesn’t even look down at Cleon without saying anything when he questions her about something that bothers her.

She slipped her mask on and walked away quietly, not even knowing what expression she was wearing.

‘Is it because I don’t want to answer or have I never thought about it?’

As Cleon watched her reaction to her, she sighed inwardly.

“Now, we’re all here. It’s that guy. Be quiet. You can talk telepathically because you’re a body I created with magic.”

“…”

Cleon looked in the direction Layla pointed at as she said so.

Then, as expected, she couldn’t help but make a shocked face like before.

Behind the cathedral, in the center of the boundary between the western and eastern cemeteries.

There was a table in an old garden that looked like it could be a tea party.

On the chair in front of him, he was wearing an old coat with a cloak.

A girl with long hair and a sword at her waist.

Somewhere, even the dignity of an aristocratic son was felt, but black blood stains were visible everywhere on her clothes.

Cleon had seen that coat and the girl wearing it.

It was a coat worn out with the wind and waves of the years, but the seal attached to the coat had a ‘scale’ drawn on it, symbolizing the execution of judgment.

“You’re here, Richie.”

Even the voice that spoke in a cold voice, I missed her, to the point of tears.

“Yes. Death Knight.”

Two people sitting face to face around a table, calling each other by their undead names.

Cleon quietly hid under Laila’s chair, looking at the figure across from her.

The one there- with gray hair-

Originally, a girl with a kind impression.

It was ‘Beatrix Hutrus’.