"Old lady! Are you still alive!?"

Emile yelled without any manner while dispelling the black fog that filled the room.

The black fog gradually dissipated ......

Old Mrs. Shia gave us a tired look in front of us, then exhaled a tiny wisp of mist from her nostrils with her breath.

"Mom!!!"

Watching Ghemk defiantly went forward, I hastily pulled him back and looked back at Emile.

"Emile, what's wrong with old Mrs. Shaya?"

Emile made a pensive posture while holding the guardian barrier -

"This ...... seems to be a dark magic ......"

She first hit the excited Ghemk’s head who had fallen into a berserk state, and then leisurely came to the old lady Shia, and bent down to stare at the old lady's cloudy eyes.

Then, she kicked hard under the old lady's bed.

“Ouch!”

A moan that was clearly different from old lady Shia's came from under the bed.

Emile immediately stepped back after that kick, and a dried palm reached out from under the bed.

"......"

A – dry -palm......

Imagine a scene -

On the second floor in a silent, empty hotel, the curtains closed, a dim darkness filled the space.

An old woman who was dead lay on a big bed, constantly exhaled black air while a dry and gray palm poking out under the bed.

With all my strength, I pushed Ghemk's body toward the door and crawled shakily to Emile's side.

"......Emile......"

"Hmm?"

"There's a ghost!!!"

I myself felt my voice is so shrill that even the palm of that hand was startled.

"...... No oh, it's just necromancy."

"Oh, so there ...... are undead!!!"

"It's just a magic."

As if to verify what Emile said, the owner of that palm stretched down his body under the bed, his whole body let out a sound of joint explosion, and then he crawled out.

His eye sockets is dry and deep, the clothes on his boney body is loose, and his hair moves without wind.

"Yeah, I didn't expect to be found, it is really ......"

This "corpse" is talking while hobbling towards us.

"Emile ......Lord Emile!!!"

"Understood."

Emile shot three fireballs in quick succession.

The "corpse" was startled and immediately scurried back -

"Hey, hey! My little cuties, this is a wooden house, you will get all of us killed!

Little cuties ......

How familiar ......

I let go of the hand that was clinging to Emile's cuff and asked hesitantly--

"You ...... are you ......"

The skeleton stood up on tiptoe, turned its body 360° on its own feet, and snapped its fingers and point them at us-

"That's right! I am the world's number one juggler, the almighty genius, Finlan."

Finlan ......

"Emile ......Lord Emile!!!"

"Understood."

Emile shot three light balls in quick succession.

The corpse woefully rolled twice while holding its head and spoke -

"Wait wait wait!!! Why!?"

"Because you are already dead!!!"

"So don't treat a corpse like this, okay!

"Ghost Disperse! Ghosts Disperse!

At that moment, a reassuring touch suddenly came from my head.

Emile yawned and sat down calmly, rested her chin and said-

"Calm down, it's just a little necromancy."

Finland nodded approvingly.

"That's right, just a little necromancy."