I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated

We readied ourselves while being led by the people of the merchant association.

Lovren’s face scrunched up dramatically. He must have understood that a frightening enemy was waiting for us at our destination.

Lovren also began to secretly prepare the magic power within his body.

The man guiding us didn’t seem to realize what we were doing, due to his complete lack of combat skills. But still, it didn’t mean that he couldn’t feel anything.

From time to time, he would look back at us and turn his head around, but he didn’t seem to know what we were doing.

After a few minutes of walking, we were led to a gloomy area close to the bottom of the ship. Our guide stopped in front of a seemingly ordinary door in one corner.

「T-this is the warehouse」

「Okay」

I couldn’t sense any magic or presence from behind the door. There must have been some kind of barrier on the walls.

Well, we would just have to check it out ourselves.

I once again turned into steel thread and entered the room through the doorway. To Lovren and the others, it would appear that Fran had the skills of a thread user.

「Eh?」

「I need to do a quick check before we enter. You’re going to show us the inside later anyway, so why not?」

「Th-that is...」

The guide looked troubled. Lovren then moved quietly behind us, it seemed that he intended to stop him if he tried to interfere with us.

Once inside, there was indeed a hint of the undead. But it was really faint. Did that mean it wasn’t a strong undead?

I searched lightly to see where it was and found the magical power of the Undead was emanating from a coffin placed in the center of the room.

The coffin itself seemed to be a magic tool. It seemed to be able to suppress the undead’s presence and reduce the consumption of magic power while it was sleeping.

But weren’t they going too far just for it? They even had a coffin-shaped magic tool for an undead... Well, I guess its purpose was to hide it, but it was too obvious.

『Well, whatever. I’ll just launch a preemptive strike for now』

I manipulated my steel thread body with skills to stretch it around the coffin. Then, I activated my Magic Steal Skill multiple times.

Since the undead lived by magic, they weakened when their magic was absorbed and then disappeared when their magic ran out.

I could feel the magic power in the vicinity begin to decrease rapidly. It would not only affect the coffin, but also the undead.

Well, what should I do next? It was an undead, so I wouldn’t know until I checked it.

It was probably aware of the changes that were about to happen to it, but if it moved now, Fran and the others would find out about it.

The undead, who still thought it could take us by surprise, seemed hesitant to make a move here.

In the first place, he wouldn’t even know if it was an attack by Fran and the others or not.

After about a dozen seconds, there was finally movement in the coffin. With a bang, the lid sprang up from the inside, followed by a corpse raising itself.

『A Wight King, huh!?』

It was the Wight King, a magical beast with the threat level of B. No doubt. It was the same as the one we fought in the Plains of the Demon Wolf. It was just as intimidating and had just as much magic power as that Wight King.

They looked very similar. The robes it wore were probably almost the same.

Wait, wasn’t that strange? Even if they were the same kind of magic beast, it was unlikely that they could have the same equipment. Could it be that this Wight King belonged to the same group as those guys? In other words, they might have been working for the Raidos Kingdom.

「W-what the hell is this...! Thread...?」

It still hadn’t grasped the situation. However, it soon realized that the threads all around him were sucking up his magic power.

Magic power began to gather in the palm of its hand. It was going to blow me up at once.

But I wouldn’t let him.

『Ora-!』

「Nuooh! T-This is, Purification...!?」

I wrapped my thread body around the Wight King’s body and activated the Purification spell. My skill level was still low, so it was not powerful enough to defeat an opponent of the Wight King’s level, but I should be able to weaken it significantly.

The Wight King’s cries can be heard from outside the door. What was more, it sounded as if it was in some kind of pain.

The guide seems to be confused.

『I’ll leave the rest to you! Fran!』

「Nn!」

「Why, why did I――Guoooh!」

It was going to take us by surprise, but it was the one who got caught by surprise instead and was not able to respond to us in time.

It seemed that it had tried to respond to Fran’s attack by kicking down the door and putting up a barrier. However, the activation was blocked by my Magic Steal and Purification Magic.

「Ghaa――!」

Being tied up with threads, it couldn’t even twist its body and was left defenseless to Fran’s attacks. Before Wight King could even use its signature necromancy, it was cut in half by Fran.

『All right, good job Fran』

「Nn...」

Even though she had killed the Wight King in the blink of an eye without causing any damage to those around her, Fran’s face did not look happy.

『What’s wrong?』

(We didn’t get it magic stones)

『Aah, now that I think of it, you’re right』

This Wight King, just like the Wight King we defeated in the Plains of the Demon Wolf, didn’t have any magic stones in its body. Could it be that the Wight Kings were a race that didn’t even have a magic stone?

Well, we need to explain things first to Lovren, who looked stunned.