Raising The Dead

Gimme Time. I am dying

“My Queen, we can find no trace of the Chancellor anywhere. Neither have we found remnants of the Mad Empress or Lamps Magellan.” The solemn expression that Ludmila carried spread throughout the throne room. But for Queen Katalina, she had to hide her tears. It wouldn’t do for her to get emotional. Not in such

Purple eyes, exuding a devious appearance that I had never seen before. Even when Eryn killed others, there was always a hint of sadness behind the stony expression that she forced upon herself. In a world where sentencing people to death was just another duty of a knight, one either took joy in it or

After spending so much time lying and lying to those around him, he hadn’t noticed at all. The ideal dream world that he had always imagined was just another one of those lies. He kept using rationale and logic to convince himself that his old life was what he always wanted. That there was no

‘Liar.’ That was all Olivia could think as she stared at her long-time companion. He had promised that they would take revenge together. Even though she knew that he fibbed quite often, the results at the end seemed to justify everything. Lamps was a man built upon lies. A masquerade duet where Olivia played the

Chasing after the pair, I dashed through the streets of Bryansk. Unlike Lamps, who could sail through the air and leapt over the buildings, I had to crisscross through the streets. At least, the castle of the Empress loomed conspicuously in the distance. I could think of no place but there for them to go.

The first time Lamps and Olivia discovered that Purnesia possessed an Altar of the Sacred Gods was when they were poking around the black market, not long after Olivia escaped captivity. “Resonance Stones, huh? Straight from the secret chambers of the castle? And why wouldn’t the Emperor keep an eye on such a treasure, my

Maria Belle. The tone of a woman that spat venom to those around her. One look from anyone would give off the impression that she hated her job, that of being the personal secretary of Allen Reeves. Perhaps, it was just that demanding of an occupation. After all, tending to the most promising innovator of

Allen Reeves was never a religious man. God had already forsaken him once, when an unfortunate accident befell him at an early age. Harboring a healthy curiosity in the sciences, he often visited the laboratories that his parents worked at. They were budding scientists, aspiring thinkers, and role models for the young child they raised.

Golabki eyed his opponent as another wave of mana narrowly brushed past him. His sharp vision honed onto any openings in Lamps’ guard as he dodged across the battlefield. For the wily man with such an untrained constitution, a single direct blow would end the match. However, Lamps’ near-infinite mana capacity made even that impossible.

I looked all around wondering what Katalina was going to send me now. “Claude, above you! Use those!” Out from a portal, a sheathed sword stabbed down from the sky. Before it could hit the ground, I snatched it from the air and popped the sparkling blade out slightly. Katalina must have gotten it back