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Chapter 388. Sympathy with Kin

“Wh-what…?”

I was left speechless by the floating silver spectral figure.

– What the heck are you doing, Martin!!!!??

“Ah… Did I do something?”

Martin turned around with an embarrassed expression.

No, more like you’ve done a lot of things you shouldn’t have!

You’re a whole avalanche of trouble!!!

Arthur is totally stunned!!!

Who would think an undead would show up in broad daylight?!

And it’s silver too!!! Fully dyed in holy attributes!!

What are we gonna do now?! All my efforts to dodge the inquiries until now! Don’t just open up my secret cards like a gust of wind blowing in through the window!!

…But thinking it through calmly, I don’t think I ever said, “You can’t show yourself in front of people.” I assumed it was an obvious rule.

“…”

From my pained expression, Martin realized he messed up too, and his face darkened.

“I’m sorry, I just remembered my hometown…”

His head bowed.

“I was just so happy…”

…

I get it.

I have to be the one who understands that feeling.

Because I, too, when I was reborn, completely lost the name of my hometown village from my memory.

I didn’t even realize it was forgotten until Antendeixis pointed it out.

I had always felt anxious. It was sad. My roots had vanished. It was painful to face that truth.

But then… while investigating the Greenhorn’s battle records.

When I stumbled upon the term “Tanklet Village,” it felt like a puzzle piece clicking back into place in my mind.

I was so happy…

I couldn’t help but let the tears flow. Sophia, who was with me, found it suspicious, but I couldn’t stop those tears.

Even if Martin, who was in a dormant state, suddenly heard the name of his hometown, awakened with a start, and leaped out…

I can’t blame him…

Because I completely understand that mindset…

Finding the name of his hometown brought his soul to tremble. I know that feeling…

“But really, what are we supposed to do about this…”

Antendeixis muttered with a hint of resignation.

That’s exactly it!!!

I stood there, stunned, grappling with my head again as I looked between Arthur, who was reaching for the holy sword leaned against the wall, and Martin, who was floating aimlessly in shining silver.

“Alex… what on earth is going on…?”

Arthur cautiously asked, slowly placing the sheathed holy sword on his lap.

I don’t want to reveal it’s necromancy. Knowing that “Hero Alexander” has a “dark attribute” is bad enough; it’s better if fewer people know about the fact that I can use necromancy and even have a White Dragon at my side.

Besides, just Edgar is enough of that kind of guy.

But then again, should I tell Arthur? If I can hear firsthand accounts from victims in tracking down vampires, it would change the premise significantly.

Plus, Arthur is likely tougher than Edgar to kill, and since he can handle light attributes, even if he dies and gets summoned by Enma, he can still self-destruct…

No, but I don’t need to conclusively state it’s necromancy either. Arthur is a hero; he might show remarkable achievements on the front lines someday, which would, for that reason, attract Enma’s attention more easily. If he were to courageously fall in battle and have his soul ripped out by Enma, before he could self-destruct, and was seized instead…

There are way too many similarities between Hero Alexander and Demon Lord’s Prince Zilbagias. That’s too risky.

It would be tough to insist, “It’s not necromancy!” at this point, but at least I want to make them think it’s a different kind of magic.

– The fact that it’s shining silver is kind of a giveaway!!!

“…Since I’ve been found out, I guess I have no choice.”

I loosened the tension in my shoulders as I crossed my arms.

Well, whatever.

“Ah, Martin, sorry, but could you go back…”

Before any more fatal blunders happen…

“I’m sorry…”

“No, it’s fine, it can’t be helped…”

Martin slipped back into my chest pocket as if sucked in, and after witnessing that, I turned back to Arthur.

“I kept it a secret, but… this is my secret technique.”

With the most solemn expression I could muster, I stated.

“It’s…【Holy Spirit Magic】…!”

Arthur blinked slowly.

“…Not necromancy?”

It’s Holy Spirit Magic…!!!

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*Last night, we revealed the final character design, showcasing Alexander’s form during his lifetime! In celebration of the book’s release, we’ve published an if story titled “Alexandre of Tanklet Village,” depicting the casual daily life of Alex, who is growing up peacefully without village destruction! A world that could’ve existed if the Demon Lord’s army didn’t exist, but it didn’t turn out that way! I hope you enjoy it…!

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