The Necromance of Love and Death: Defeated Early in the Game, I Reincarnated as a Tragic Villainous Noble and Rebel Against the Scenario with My Beloved Using My Modern and Game Knowledge - Chapter 40
“Yaaaaah!”
Vio rushed ahead of me, slashing at the Metal Slime.
However, with a sharp clang—like two hard metals colliding—Vio’s sword was deflected.
Sparks scattered, briefly illuminating the darkness.
“Whoa!”
The Metal Slime countered with a spear attack, but Vio nimbly sidestepped it with ease.
As expected of Vio. He must’ve leveled up too—his speed was incredible.
Metal Slimes don’t have faces, so it’s hard to tell, but it looked like its attention was fixed on Vio.
I can’t let this chance slip by!
“Purple lightning… Enchant Thunder!”
I wrapped my mithril sword in lightning magic.
Now, the sword should deliver both physical and lightning magic damage.
“Haaah!”
When I slashed at the Metal Slime, something strange happened.
My sword didn’t bounce off—it sank straight into the Metal Slime’s body with a schlop.
What’s more, the Metal Slime began twitching irregularly, unable to move properly.
Could it be… because it’s metal, it’s weak to lightning?
It’s hard to tell without a face, but maybe it’s paralyzed?
I don’t know for sure. But what I do know is—it’s a chance!
Still, the Metal Slime’s body felt as heavy as mercury. With my sword stuck in it, I couldn’t muster enough power to pierce its core.
“Hmph…!”
I shifted my grip on the sword like a shovel and hacked off a chunk of the Metal Slime’s body.
Its body mass reduced, the Metal Slime regained proper movement as soon as I pulled out the sword.
So keeping the sword embedded is key.
“Haaaah!”
I thrust the mithril sword into the Metal Slime again.
And just like before, the Metal Slime stopped moving, paralyzed.
But pulling the sword out would give it freedom again. I couldn’t afford even a moment of that.
At the same time, I needed to pull the sword out to deal the final blow.
A stalemate.
If I were alone, that is.
“Vio!”
“On it!”
I heard Vio’s voice from a short distance behind me. When I turned to look, I saw him crouched like a sprinter at the starting blocks.
We’ve been together since we were little. I could tell what Vio was thinking, and I was sure he could tell what I was thinking too.
We didn’t need words between us.
It’s strange, but ever since Vio died, I’ve sometimes felt like I could hear his thoughts—like telepathy. It was the same with Shal.
Maybe the gift of [Necromancy] creates a mental link between the caster and the dead.
As I pondered that, Vio’s figure blurred.
“Hyaaah!”
The moment I thought that, I heard Vio’s brave cry from the side, followed by a splashy sound from behind me, like a bucket of water hitting the floor.
“Huh…?”
When I turned, the Metal Slime was gone. Probably, Vio used his insane speed to slice it clean apart.
As I realized that, a burning heat surged through me—like my body was being scorched from the inside out. That was the proof I’d defeated a Metal Slime.
My level was rapidly rising.
“Crooo!”
When I turned toward the voice, I saw Vio walking over, holding his stomach.
“My whole body feels freezing cold. What is this? ”
“Cold? Really?”
That’s weird. I feel burning hot… Is that a difference between the living and the dead?
“I think it means you leveled up.”
“Level? What’s that?”
Oh, right. This world doesn’t have the concept of levels. There are no stats either—people can’t see their power as numbers.
How do I explain this…?
Ah, before that—I need to take care of Charles!
“Hang on a second. I have to heal Charles first.”
I approached Charles the cat, who was still lying on the floor. His ears drooped in annoyance.
He had a gaping wound in his body, but he wasn’t showing any signs of pain—just calmly lying there.
According to Vio, the dead don’t feel pain, so it probably isn’t in pain either.
Still… he protected me with that tiny body of his.
Even knowing he’d be okay, I still don’t want him getting hurt. I need to make sure he never has to shield me again.
“I’m sorry, Charles. And… thank you. Un-Heal.”
“U-naa~”
As I chanted the spell, Shal’s body was wrapped in dense, violet-hued particles of light.
When the glow faded, Charles was completely uninjured.
“Charles!”
“U-na!”
I was so happy I scooped Charles up in my arms—but he immediately started smacking me in the face with his paws.
He wasn’t using his claws, so it wasn’t serious. But it definitely felt like a scolding.
“Nyaa!”
“Okay, okay! I’ll be more careful next time.”
“Naa-go.”
Satisfied, Charles finally stopped his kitty punches.
You know, you can smack me a little more if it makes you feel better.
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