Who Said A Necromancer Can't Be A Priest?-Chapter 46: Go Ask Your God

What? Are you sure?

[OF COURSE I AM! You think I won't recognize myself?]

"…"

Aaran didn't want to question Dread's sanity, but how could it be possible? Lucien had told Aaran that he had hidden Dread's corpse in a secret location before sealing him in the orb.

His father wasn't one to half-ass such important stuff. That's why Aaran was shocked.

Who could've found Dread's resting place without raising an alarm?

[Boy, this might be selfish of me to ask. But recover my corpse… I beg you.]

Aaran nodded. He wasn't planning to let it go, either. At the moment, Dread was his strongest undead, but he was useless because he did not have a body.

If he were to get his original body… then Aaran could only imagine how much the legion would grow.

But how to get it? With one look, Aaran knew hypnotizing the abbot wouldn't work. He was too obsessed with the altar and the demon he served for his mind to think about anything else.

I just hope this works…

"What will it be, boy?" the abbot asked, revealing his rotten teeth.

"Where did you find the giant's corpse?" Aaran asked, cutting him off.

The abbot clicked his tongue. The young man was talented, but he talked too much. Still, since he was a child, it was natural for him to be curious about things he hadn't seen before, so the abbot decided to entertain him.

"A woman gave it to me a few months ago," he said. "Now, about my offer—"

"I accept."

[The Goddess of Salvation is furious.]

Relax. Do you want me to get divinity or not?

[The Goddess of Salvation retrieves her weapon.]

…you had your weapon out!?

Aaran was taken aback by her possessiveness. She didn't aim the weapon at him but at the abbot for trying to steal her priest.

If this was her reaction to a trivial conversation, he didn't want to imagine how she'd react later when he uses his charm left and right to gain influence.

Meanwhile, the abbot was happily praying to whatever entity he followed. He didn't care that Aaran had killed all his apprentices; he was happy to have brought an exceptional talent under his wing.

"Excellent! Let's not waste any time and become one—!" the abbot panted, his cheeks flushed.

"Not so fast," Aaran interjected. "I have two conditions."

"Whatever it is, I agree—"

"First, you give me that giant's corpse right now," Aaran replied. "Second… let me touch the altar once."

The abbot's smile dropped instantly as he clenched his fists. For a moment, Aaran thought the abbot would attack him, but the abbot sighed, running his hand through his hair.

"You're too greedy, young one," the abbot mumbled. "You want everything without swearing your allegiance?"

Aaran didn't say a word. He was valuable in the abbot's eyes and knew he wouldn't kill him. Though, breaking his limbs was a different matter.

Upon sensing the tension, Brute and Cerbie jumped before Aaran, growling. Meanwhile, Aaran eyed Dread's corpse. If he had to run, he would shove it in the vault before running.

But it didn't come to that.

"Fine," the abbot said, waving his hand. "Take the corpse. But you cannot touch the altar. It's near completion, and any external influence would cause irreversible damage to it."

"…I see," Aaran mumbled, looking pitiful. "It looked… fascinating; that's why I wanted to touch it."

The abbot looked at Aaran with raised eyebrows.

One moment, the boy appeared mature beyond his age, and the next he behaved like a child. It was as if the boy had two personalities in one body.

"You can't touch the altar, but you can look at it. It would be a good for you as you will have to make them someday," the abbot said. "But first, recall your summons. I don't like how they look at me."

That was just an excuse. Those creatures could destroy the altar, but without them, the child was harmless. The altar would remain safe, and he would fulfill the child's curiosity.

"At once, master!" Aaran exclaimed, recalling the undead.

"Master…"

The abbot's cheeks flushed when he heard the word in Aaran's sweet voice. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to pin him to the altar and devour him whole.

But he calmed his raging heart. He would first make the boy grow strong, then take his body. That soft, youthful skin… what won't he give to have that skin instead of the wrinkly one he had.

Baby steps… Don't rush… or he'll run away…

"I'm done, master!" Aaran announced.

"Ahem… take the giant's corpse and follow me."

Aaran didn't have to be told twice. Then they approached the altar, and the abbot pointed at the circle around the altar.

"Do not go beyond that line," he said.

"As you wish, master!"

The abbot observed Aaran carefully. Only after noticing the child's awestruck expression did he relax.

Aaran ran around the altar like a child in a zoo, looking at the altar from different angles and commenting on its beauty. He only stopped when he stood on the opposite side, out of the abbot's view.

"I apologize for calling it grotesque before, master," he mumbled. "It's beautiful!"

"Haha, no need to apologize, young one. It takes a true devotee to recognize our god's beauty."

"Indeed… it takes one twisted bastard to appreciate a demonic structure," Aaran said, clenching his fist.

The abbot couldn't focus on his words as something else, something sinister, caught his attention.

Divinity.

He felt a surge of divinity from behind the altar. From… the boy.

The abbot's heart jumped to his throat as he ran towards Aaran. But it was too late.

"Chapter One: Hymn of Strength!" ¹

A golden glow enveloped Aaran's tiny fist as he punched the altar.

The abbot stopped, staring at the altar. For a moment, nothing happened… then cracks appeared, stretching from the top to the bottom. Within seconds, the altar was turned to dust.

Just like that, months of hard work turned to dust before the abbot's eyes.

[Altar of corruption destroyed. Divinity +300]

[0.08% of necessary divinity gained.]

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"You… you wretched little thing!"

The abbot trembled with fury. But then he realized something else.

"You wield divinity… and darkness both?! How is that possible?!"

"Go ask your god." Aaran grinned and flipped him off.

"You brat!"

Before the abbot could do anything, two portals appeared behind Aaran. Brute walked out alongside Cerbie, slamming his fists together.

"Time for round two, asshole."

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Author's note:

1. Hymn of strength: This skill allows the user to convert a portion of their stats to divinity. This divinity can then be released as a concentrated blast, dealing damage to enemies.

Effects: (Lvl 1)

>> Converts 10% of the sum total of all stats into Divinity for 10 seconds.

>> The blast deals bonus damage to demonic and cursed entities/structures upon contact.

Special Interaction:

>> If the user is in a blessed area, the ability's power increases by 30%.

>> Against demons or dark entities, the blast ignites them with holy flames, causing additional burn damage over time.