Chapter 119
Chapter 119
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 119
Chapter Title: Lingering Suspicions
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In the Resonance World after the skeleton's departure.
The necromancers still wore faces full of shock.
It was only natural.
They had suspected a traitor among the necromancers, only to learn there was someone else entirely.
And that person could have kept his identity hidden right up to the end if he'd wanted to.
"What the hell kind of guy was that?"
The Butterfly Mask said it with a dumbfounded look on her face.
The Resonance World was a realm created by a hero-class necromancer who had sacrificed their life after death.
It was one thing if a necromancer already inside the Resonance World caused trouble.
But for an uninvited outsider to invade? That was on another level entirely.
No one could breach the Resonance World without being a double necromancer.
Everyone was stunned speechless.
"Monkey."
At that moment, Leyzon spoke up.
"Yes, sir."
Monkey replied politely to Leyzon.
"From now on, you're in charge of rooting out traitors. Keep hunting them down here."
"Understood."
Monkey answered earnestly.
Leyzon's word was law to Monkey—he'd die before disobeying.
He would throw everything into ferreting out the traitors.
"And..."
Leyzon turned to the lizard.
The lizard who had risked his life to reveal the imperial plot.
"Keep an eye on that guy too."
The lizard was staring blankly now, as if out of his mind.
Leyzon would make sure his revenge happened.
Leyzon's gaze swept over the others as well.
The skeleton had left behind a hand that revealed the truth.
But Leyzon didn't trust it.
'Just like I could have manipulated things.'
A slight twist, and anyone could pull off something like that.
Which meant everyone here was still under suspicion.
'Even more so.'
They might have been waiting for a chance like this to clear their names.
'The skeleton might have been helping one of those necromancers.'
No one knew whose side the skeleton was on.
But a powerhouse like that could only be one of a few possibilities.
Especially since entering a spirit realm like the Resonance World meant they could wield spirit magic like a necromancer.
Through this, Leyzon recalled a name he'd heard before.
'The Millennium Mage.'
The one the flamehead had warned him about.
'The skeleton's that guy.'
Leyzon reached his conclusion through a few deductions.
"Butterfly Mask."
"Sorry, nothing yet."
She reported that she still had no info on the Blue Knight Order.
Fine.
Especially not now, with the lizard in that state.
Leyzon had no intention of trusting the necromancers here.
Clack—
Right then, the sound of high heels approached.
"Black Widow."
"Yes."
It was the person Leyzon had been waiting for.
Leyzon turned, along with the puzzled Black Widow who didn't know the situation.
"Friend of the Abyss."
Then the burly earthkeeper called out to Leyzon.
"So, what's your true identity?"
Leyzon stared up at the ceiling for a moment before smiling faintly.
"A wanderer from a distant world."
He wasn't lying.
But with that, he stoked the misunderstanding of any imperial necromancer likely lurking here, then left the Resonance World.
Leyzon entered the Resonance World annex with Black Widow.
He relayed everything he'd realized through Pauli to her.
Starting from the basics of poison magic.
After chewing it over, Black Widow reached one conclusion.
"It's entirely plausible. I've been pondering something similar myself lately."
"Right?"
Leyzon let out a cheer.
"The issue is, unlike high-level poison magic tomes, there are no copies at all for this."
It was regrettable, but back then, the books had vanished faster than Leyzon could copy them.
So he'd maxed out at transcribing high-level poison magic.
But Black Widow had another angle on it.
"I'll handle that part."
"You have something?"
"While researching high-level poison magic, I analyzed the structure and patterns of primitive spells.
In a way, thanks to those tomes, I learned to fly like a butterfly before I was even born as one."
Black Widow spoke as if it were no big deal.
"We just trace it backward from the start."
This world had skills.
Skills let you intuit how to use them once learned.
Combine that with the principles of primitive magic gleaned from tomes...
And awakening the basics of primitive magic wasn't impossible.
Black Widow brimmed with confidence.
She'd devoted her life to poison magic research.
And she had her reliable disciple, Piran.
The world's only necromancer talent awakener.
With Piran, Black Widow was sure she could pull it off.
"It'll just... take time, I think."
But time was a constraint separate from success.
They'd been delayed so many times by that very issue.
Black Widow glanced at Leyzon cautiously.
"It's fine."
But Leyzon knew nothing came together overnight.
He appreciated Black Widow's efforts more than anyone.
Learning primitive magic was just a bonus.
If they got it, great.
But Leyzon could achieve his goals without it.
'Dungeon endings and nation-building endings are doable even without primitive magic.'
He'd seen countless Dungeon Replay endings.
This was the field Leyzon trusted most.
"Black Widow, take as long as you need. Do it your way."
Leyzon would buy the time and resources.
As solid backing, he'd support them fully.
So he told her to give it everything she had.
Hearing Leyzon's sincerity, Black Widow's face grew emotional.
She'd been shunned by her own kind for wielding necromancer magic.
Long ago.
Memories surfaced of researching necromancy with her friend, the Resonance World's master Firscan, and her husband.
"I'll deliver results, no matter what."
At first, Black Widow had followed the abyssal Leyzon out of fear.
Now, she truly wanted to usher in a new era for necromancers alongside him.
One by one, people were starting to follow Leyzon's path with hearts aligned.
It was an influence even Leyzon didn't realize he had.
Little by little, Leyzon was burrowing deep into this world.
Leyzon smiled faintly at Black Widow's resolve.
"Looking forward to working with you."
With that, Leyzon left the Resonance World.
Back in reality, familiar hair caught his eye.
White locks tipped with black.
Syria was curled up on top of Leyzon like a cat, fast asleep.
Syria wasn't alone.
Hanok, leaning on the five who dozed sitting up.
Even Pauli, burrowed into the shadows.
Everyone was deep in sleep.
Which meant Leyzon had spent a long time in the Resonance World.
"Lord Leyzon, you're awakeee?"
From afar, Eden called out in a drowsy voice.
The red shadow wolf pressed on steadily, even with Shiraa asleep.
Eden had stood watch while everyone slept.
As a cursed doll, he didn't need much rest.
"Eden, how far'd we go?"
"Almost there."
Leyzon looked where Eden pointed.
A new wall came into view.
Not fully built, but the frame was solid.
Merchant wagons dotted the area here and there.
Wealth was flowing into Sahā Village, just as Leyzon intended.
And with walls up, a guard force had formed too.
Night watchmen stood at the gate.
They even bore the Steel Wolf emblem.
'Looks like Rafila really hammered it out with the village head.'
No full ownership transfer yet.
But they'd secured most of the city's authority.
'Good call picking Rafila.'
To stand tall before Serin Night's guildmaster Aegis someday, Rafila pushed even harder.
"Hmm, the power of love, huh."
"I love you too, Lord Leyzon!"
Syria suddenly shouted, as if she'd just woken up.
Leyzon patted her head.
Syria purred sleepily.
Raised a fine daughter.
"Syria, drop me off at the gate."
"Nyaa."
It was a wall they'd built with care.
Better to enter properly than sneak in.
Leyzon thought so with a sly grin.
For some reason, it reminded him of the battalion commander who showed up out of nowhere during his army guard duty.
Thanks to Steel Wolf Guild's bold investments lately, Sahā Village had expanded massively.
Sahā had become known to merchants everywhere as a safe, profitable trading hub.
This spurred even more growth, boosting the city's money flow.
But big money doesn't just build cities.
Where cash flows, flies gather—that's the world for you.
And sure enough, flies swarmed Sahā.
But it was a foolish notion.
Steel Wolf Guild's origins?
Back-alley strays.
Rafila knew alley ecology and flows better than anyone.
And that made him perfect for uprooting them.
Pickpocket gangs after coin, their backers.
Bandits, armed thugs.
Rafila smashed them the moment they tried to set roots.
As a result, Sahā turned into an ironclad fortress, true to his nickname.
No shady groups could form inside those walls.
This skyrocketed Steel Wolf and Rafila's prestige.
Safe mid-route trading for even small merchants.
Sahā filled that role perfectly.
And now.
Thompson, Steel Wolf guard and gatekeeper.
He stood tall at the gate, sharp as ever.
He searched every incoming merchant without mercy.
Some tried bribing for a pass.
But he valued rules over flexibility—never budged.
"Thompson, you can't be that rigid. Gotta play it smart sometimes, less hassle."
"What? Rules exist to be followed."
He drew the line against his gatekeeper senior's words.
"Man, you'll regret it. Hold the fort, I'm hitting the john."
"Yes, sir."
The senior left to do his business.
Rookie Thompson eyed him pitifully.
If even the senior's that lax, jeez.
Thompson wouldn't bend his principles.
As he checked a wagon and moved on.
A group caught his eye.
One: a rough-looking Half Dark Elf.
Another: a kid from an unfamiliar race.
They walked the line toward Sahā Village.
"Hello. Tough job, huh."
The Half Dark Elf greeted with a beaming smile.
Thompson tapped his spear on the ground in salute.
"Yes, hello. Your pass, please."
"Ah, never got one. What now?"
The Half Dark Elf asked curiously.
That constant grin felt off.
"No pass means no entry at night. Wait for the issuer tomorrow."
"Oh, no other way?"
"No."
"Then, could you pass word inside? A friend of the Steel Wolf Guildmaster's here."
Thompson's eyes sharpened.
Steel Wolf owned Sahā, basically.
No friend of the guildmaster walks up on foot.
Too blatant a lie.
But no malice from them.
Just "follow rules, but relay the message."
"Got it. Other guard's away on business—I'll tell him when he returns."
"Thanks."
The Half Dark Elf stepped back meekly.
"Heh, almost ate dirt."
Moments later, the senior returned.
Thompson relayed it.
"Senior, someone claiming to know the guildmaster. Half Dark Elf."
"Huh? No heads-up. Another guildmaster drop in?"
"Nah, walked up without a pass."
Thompson smirked—knew it.
"What kinda lunatic... Just boot 'em."
The senior stopped mid-sentence.
"...Thompson, who?"
"Uh? Half Dark Elf."
The senior paled.
"Wh-where is he?"
"...Went that way, by the wall."
The senior looked up slowly.
There, by the wall.
A Half Dark Elf leaning casually against it.
Beside him, the one the senior had heard about nonstop.
The Half Dark Elf and Sword-Tooth Clan kid.
Rafila's VIPs—treat better than nobles.
"Shit!"
The senior cursed and bolted toward them like mad.
Rookie Thompson watched puzzled, oblivious to the storm coming, and kept at his post.