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- What do you want to do?, the otherworldly soul asked warily.

- Nothing, said the lich, but he didn't want to see Gredy for the time being.

Given that he'd already done it once, the otherworldly soul guessed his idea at once—but I didn't want to!

- At this time I also wished there was a third option, but unfortunately not, the lich regretted that he had thought that it would be a thousand years before he would first go to Gredi, and by then he might have been a demigod lich (although there was little hope), or he might have died out forever for various reasons, anyway, he did not think of reuniting with the greedy and cunning red dragon so soon. In Doling, he had learned from his illusion that the fear and awe that Gredy had planted deep in his soul could still control him, and that if he showed weakness in the face of Gredi, or ran away, it was evident that he would never be able to escape the snare of Grenada, and that his "mother" would use him without hesitation, from body to soul—he remembered that Gredy had a beautiful and sturdy set of scales, all of which came from her dead child.

- But I'm an outsider, and the souls of the other world say they'll find out.

- I'll give you an answer in advance, at least for a while. Also, the lich said unceremoniously, I want to know what caused your delusion - to make you think that they and I would be a close family, do you think I am you and they are a group of otters?

- If they're a bunch of white-faced people, then I'd be more than willing to accept the commission...... The otherworldly soul muttered, but it also knew it was imperative.

The moment the black-haired spellcaster stepped into the cloister, all the attendants bent down deeply and bowed to him, the two female attendants led by him had dark hair, but in the bright fluorite light, the ends of the hair could be seen to be a dull red as if they had been smeared with ochre, their blood was not pure, and judging from the yellow eyes, the overly dense hair, and the overly angular faces, in addition to humans, there may also be demonic blood. But since they were able to stand before all the squires, it showed that this chaotic bloodline was not a disadvantage but an advantage for them.

The point is that in Grenada, where there is a great lack of morality, multiple races, while common, are not likable. But for the current Kremar side, these two shales are suitable, strong, but flawed, and since they were once the new king or Mitkot's squires, it shows that they are not too stupid, at least the lich and the otherworldly spirits don't have to deal with a bunch of self-righteous idiots.

Otherworldly spirits move around, and the lich will point out places to him.

- This is the place where I once "died", the lich said, and it was supposed to leave a charred humanoid mark, and after being burned by the flames, the oil in the body would seep out and be absorbed by the cracks and holes in the stone, but they changed the stone slabs here, the whole corridor, but if you look closely, you will see that the color of the ground and the steps is not very similar.

- Is it Kelmen and Kelse?

- They're the only ones, said the lich. Honestly, I don't hate them very much, to be exact, I like them a little, see, they have identity and power, but they are a little lacking in thinking, but this is a common problem of warlocks and priests, both of whom blindly believe in something less reliable than themselves...... Speaking of which, you have to be careful of Ostar, who has failed at us several times, and these failures will make him more cautious, if he kills us, then he will be sure that our souls have been destroyed as well, instead of dancing on the bones like Kelmen and Kelce did.

- Will he?

- In Grenada, anyone will be the cause of your death, at any time. The lich said casually, and sometimes I wondered how I had managed to make it to that point, perhaps because I thought it was too funny to die like that—well, lo and behold, there was a litter of squirrels there, but then I emptied the nuts from my storage, and then I ate their young, so one day they moved away.

――Didn't anyone give you something to eat?

- At that time my food was provided by the squire, said the lich, but at that time...... I had just been hatched - no one cared if I was still alive, at least it seemed that way.

In the first few years, he was still somewhat cared for, but he was always like that, bruised, his hands and feet were small, and even his crying was so weak, if it was a normal dragonborn, he would have been able to lift a one-handed sword by then.

He couldn't remember when the new king had never set foot here again, and soon his food supply had become intermittent, and he should have been tortured to death, but the blood of the dragon made him struggle to crawl out of the room— He thought he had forgotten, no, obviously, he remembered, it was one night, there was a rare rain, he looked up and sipped the rain hungrily, the rain in Grenada was also hot, and when you swallow it in your throat you feel it burning, like a charcoal fire, but it gave him one last chance to survive, the rain made the ground soft, and there were bugs crawling out of it......

He had never known anything about his own identity or status, but he could learn from pain and humiliation, even if it was too long and too arduous.

The lich closed his eyes, and the strange thing was that the bad memories were not very clear, as he had described to the thief, and he remembered the greenness of the leaves and branches, the sweetness of the berries, and the deliciousness of rats, snakes, and birds...... Perhaps it was the scarcity that made him so impressed, he thought, that after showing a talent far superior to that of Kelmen and Kels, he had never tasted hunger again, and that every food he had been brought to him was so delicate and delicious, and so abundant.

There was a clump of berries, the lich said, and he found that the clump was still growing vigorously, and that he was an old friend.

Curious, the otherworldly soul plucked one and put it in its mouth, and was overcome by the sweet taste - it was delicious. He said with great interest that he had the intention of taking them all away.

- That's belladonna, the lich said, if it's just a mortal, ten can be fatal.

- Hmm...... I said, the souls of the other world say, we should be able to ask for a big meal now, right?

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The following is a change tomorrow morning at half past nine.

- What do you want to do?, the otherworldly soul asked warily.

- Nothing, said the lich, but he didn't want to see Gredy for the time being.

Given that he'd already done it once, the otherworldly soul guessed his idea at once—but I didn't want to!

- At this time I also wished there was a third option, but unfortunately not, the lich regretted that he had thought that it would be a thousand years before he would first go to Gredi, and by then he might have been a demigod lich (although there was little hope), or he might have died out forever for various reasons, anyway, he did not think of reuniting with the greedy and cunning red dragon so soon. In Doling, he had learned from his illusion that the fear and awe that Gredy had planted deep in his soul could still control him, and that if he showed weakness in the face of Gredi, or ran away, it was evident that he would never be able to escape the snare of Grenada, and that his "mother" would use him without hesitation, from body to soul—he remembered that Gredy had a beautiful and sturdy set of scales, all of which came from her dead child.

- But I'm an outsider, and the souls of the other world say they'll find out.

- I'll give you an answer in advance, at least for a while. Also, the lich said unceremoniously, I want to know what caused your delusion - to make you think that they and I would be a close family, do you think I am you and they are a group of otters?

- If they're a bunch of white-faced people, then I'd be more than willing to accept the commission...... The otherworldly soul muttered, but it also knew it was imperative.

The moment the black-haired spellcaster stepped into the cloister, all the attendants bent down deeply and bowed to him, the two female attendants led by him had dark hair, but in the bright fluorite light, the ends of the hair could be seen to be a dull red as if they had been smeared with ochre, their blood was not pure, and judging from the yellow eyes, the overly dense hair, and the overly angular faces, in addition to humans, there may also be demonic blood. But since they were able to stand before all the squires, it showed that this chaotic bloodline was not a disadvantage but an advantage for them.

The point is that in Grenada, where there is a great lack of morality, multiple races, while common, are not likable. But for the current Kremar side, these two shales are suitable, strong, but flawed, and since they were once the new king or Mitkot's squires, it shows that they are not too stupid, at least the lich and the otherworldly spirits don't have to deal with a bunch of self-righteous idiots.

Otherworldly spirits move around, and the lich will point out places to him.

- This is the place where I once "died", the lich said, and it was supposed to leave a charred humanoid mark, and after being burned by the flames, the oil in the body would seep out and be absorbed by the cracks and holes in the stone, but they changed the stone slabs here, the whole corridor, but if you look closely, you will see that the color of the ground and the steps is not very similar.

- Is it Kelmen and Kelse?

- They're them, the lich said, and they're the only ones, and honestly, I don't hate them very much, to be exact, I like them a little, see, they have identity and power, but they are a little lacking in thinking, but this is a common problem of warlocks and priests, both of whom blindly believe in something less reliable than in themselves...... Speaking of which, you have to be careful of Ostar, who has failed at us several times, and these failures will make him more cautious, if he kills us, then he will be sure that our souls have been destroyed as well, instead of dancing on the bones like Kelmen and Kelce did.

- Will he?

- In Grenada, anyone will be the cause of your death, at any time. The lich said nonchalantly, and sometimes I wondered how I had managed to make it to that point, perhaps because I thought it was too cheap to die like that - well, lo and behold, there used to be a litter of squirrels there, but then I emptied the nuts from my storage, and then I ate their young, so one day they moved away.

- Where's your food?

- At that time my food was provided by the attendants, said the lich, but at that time...... I had just been hatched - no one cared if I was still alive, at least it seemed that way.

In the first few years, he was well taken care of, but he was always like that, bruised, his hands and feet were small, and even the sound of crying was so weak, he could not remember when the new king had never set foot here again, but soon his food supply became intermittent, and he should have been tortured to death like this, but the blood of the dragon made him struggle to crawl out of the room- He thought he had forgotten, no, obviously, he remembered, it was one night, there was a rare rain, he looked up and sipped the rain hungrily, the rain in Grenada was also hot, and when you swallow it in your throat you feel it burning, like a charcoal fire, but it gave him one last chance to survive, the rain made the ground soft, and there were bugs crawling out of it......

He had never known anything about his own identity or status, but he could learn from pain and humiliation, even if it was too long and too arduous.

The lich closed his eyes, and the strange thing was that the bad memories were not very clear, as he had described to the thief, and he remembered the greenness of the leaves and branches, the sweetness of the berries, and the deliciousness of rats, snakes, and birds...... Perhaps it was because of the rarity that he was impressed, he thought, that after showing a talent far superior to that of Kelmen and Kelce, he had never tasted hunger again, and every food was so delicate and so abundant.

There was a clump of berries, the lich said, and he found that the clump was still growing vigorously, and that he was an old friend.

Curious, the otherworldly soul plucked one and put it in its mouth, and was overcome by the sweet taste - it was delicious. He said with great interest that he had the intention of taking them all away.

- That's belladonna, the lich said, if it's just a mortal, ten can be fatal.

- Hmm...... I said, the otherworldly soul said, we should be able to ask for a big meal now, right?" )