Ian frowned. He could clearly sense a presence full of magi approaching him.
He raised his head and looked at the necromancer.
There were complex emotions in the necromancer's eyes.
Anger, curiosity, and greed.
Ian swung his sword as he met his eyes.
The flame of the sword met and extinguished an Undead Orc.
Ian's body absorbed the mixed energy of mana and magi from the Undead creature he had just sliced at.
As soon as the magi entered Ian's body, it disappeared in flames, and Ian only absorbed the mana.
"...What is your name?"
"What's up with the obsession of the name here? You'll be dead soon anyway, so why bother asking for it?"
Ian shook his head as he didn't understand why the Orcs from now and back then, and even the necromancer kept asking him for his name.
"You're quite arrogant."
"We'll try to kill each other soon, so no need to put on any airs."
"..."
Bellakinis smirked.
Ian was right.
There was no need to show courtesy.
Bellakinis wiped the smile off his face, and the stern look ret...
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