assistirfilmes Chapter 27
Chapter 27
“Could it be that my inadequacy forced my lord to study necromancy? So that’s what it was... I’m sorry. I’ve proven myself useless in this dungeon.”
Charlotte was capable.
Even setting aside my personal judgment, she was objectively a skilled subordinate. Being the second-ranking sentinel of the dungeon wasn’t a position just anyone could handle.
Though, back then, she did irritate me a bit.
Aside from the time she used corpses without permission, Charlotte had consistently performed above and beyond expectations.
It was frustrating to see her erode her own self-esteem like this.
Thunk.
“Ow.”
I tapped her head with the corner of the book.
Charlotte looked up at me, rubbing the spot where I had lightly touched her.
It wasn’t much more than a light tap, but the corner of the book must’ve stung.
“It’s yours.”
“...Pardon?”
“The Necronomicon. I retrieved it for you, Charlotte.”
“...Pardon?”
It was like time had rewound. Same expression, same reaction, twice in a row.
I grabbed her wrist and placed the magic tome in her hands myself.
Charlotte stared at me with wide, dilated pupils, the pentagram magic circle in her eyes now clearly visible.
With my hands free, I gave her shoulder a couple of pats.
“Don’t even think about refusing. Like I said, I went through a lot to get it for you.”
“This... how... I mean, why would you...?”
Her words came out haltingly, like a malfunctioning machine, until she finally managed to form a coherent sentence.
“How could you bestow such a blessing upon me?”
“Because it’s for you. A gift for a hardworking lieutenant is well deserved.”
You need to get stronger. It strengthens the dungeon’s forces, which in turn keeps me alive.
The threat isn’t just from adventurers—there are the other dungeon bosses among the 72 Dungeons, not to mention Balutak himself, who might challenge my authority someday.
Charlotte was my first line of defense against all these potential upheavals.
“Focus on your studies for a while.”
I had already evolved her into a Demonkin and given her an S+-grade black magic tome. What more could she ask for?
All I needed was for her to hit level 90. That wasn’t asking too much, was it?
“B-but still, how could I possibly...?”
The usually mechanical Charlotte seemed completely out of order now.
She fidgeted nervously, her fingers brushing over the book before she suddenly used it to cover her face.
The book wasn’t even that large, but her face was so small it managed to conceal her entire expression.
It was obvious she didn’t want me to see her reaction, but her emotions were already on full display—her level betrayed everything.
Wow, she’s seriously glowing.
The aura surrounding her had turned an intense shade of hot pink, reminiscent of the time Rozesha proposed to me. It couldn’t possibly get any brighter.
Unintentionally, I’d just broken the record for Charlotte’s affection level.
To me, this was just handing out a task to a subordinate. To her, it might have felt like... something more.
Why is this world full of boneheads?
In my previous life, I didn’t have a single romantic prospect. Now, as a Death Knight, I seemed to attract them left and right.
The problem was that my admirers included a homicidal witch and a succubus queen whose default setting was fatal seduction.
The awakened Sunblade wasn’t just any weapon; it was now wielded by the boss of the Mugan Palace.
From Kalandas’s perspective, the latter might be even more intimidating than Wilhelm.
Speculating won’t get me anywhere.
I’d need to assess the situation at the gathering and adapt as needed.
For now, my focus should be on monitoring the Subjugation Command’s movements.
Two uneventful days passed, despite the tension hanging in the air.
“Boss.”
Charlotte called out to me during a moment of relative peace.
I’d spent enough time with her to sense her emotions, even through her usual stoic expression. Today, she seemed unusually excited.
“I have news. You two, gather here. Quickly.”
Holding a newspaper, Charlotte summoned the others.
I abandoned my idle observation of the Sunblade and sat down in front of her.
Balutak and Isabella, who’d been lazing around, hurried over as well.
Charlotte cleared her throat, then pointed at the headline with a dramatic flair.
“The Empire has officially named our dungeon.”
“Oh!”
“Kirik?”
The Empire’s Subjugation Command named newly designated dungeons, excluding those with established names.
I’d read about this as an Easter egg—the bosses of the 72 Dungeons often viewed these names as badges of honor.
The Command’s naming sense was renowned for its gravitas, which other bosses admired.
Balutak and Isabella leaned in like curious meerkats, their heads blocking my view of the paper.
It took all my self-control not to smack them.
There’s no turning back now.
I reflected on the absurdity of how I, a mere Death Knight, had ended up as the boss of the Mugan Palace.
There was no point lamenting—I’d already crossed the river.
“Wow! The name sounds so cool!”
Isabella squealed, while Balutak folded his arms and nodded in agreement.
“Kirik. It has a nice ring to it. I like it.”
“Balutak, can you even read?”
“I cannot.”
“Then how do you know it has a nice ring to it?”
“Kirik. Balutak is smart. I can tell which letters look good or bad.”
“Wow, that’s amazing.”
“Isabella... your name probably looks like crap.”
“Excuse me?”
With the two blocking my view, I couldn’t see the paper.
As the boss, I had to maintain my dignity, but truthfully, I was dying to see the name. It was my dungeon, after all.
Charlotte, sensing my frustration, nudged Isabella aside.
Truly, she was the only one who understood me.
I leaned in to read the headline.
The three of them fell silent, their gazes fixed on me, waiting for my reaction.
“It’s a good name,” I said finally.
Their responses came immediately, as if rehearsed.
“Right? Isn’t it great?”
“I’m glad it meets your approval, boss.”
“Kirik. It has a strong resonance. What does it say?”
The name seemed fitting, considering the two heroes who’d died here had been devout followers of strict doctrines and creeds.
【Mugan Palace, Rank 7: Shrine of Faith】