ushernet Chapter 109.1
Chapter 109.1
Was it because of the recognition and sense of belonging I received for the first time?
After that, my comrades from the Devil’s Den and I fought for the North more passionately than anyone else.
“For our new homeland!”
“Fight! With all your heart!”
The North had become our new home.
“Warriors of the North! Fight! Do not shame your ancestors! Do not get spanked by them in the afterlife!”
Rune Renslet, the hero of the North, was indeed a hero worthy of recognition.
Rune Renslet’s true value didn’t lie in his Sword Master skills.
He possessed charisma that someone like me—a gloomy necromancer—could never emulate.
A halo always seemed to shimmer above him as he fought at the forefront of the battlefield.
“Renslet! Rune Renslet!”
“Renslet! Rune Renslet!”
“Renslet! Rune Renslet!”
Countless Northerners trusted and followed him.
“Renslet! Rune Renslet!”
Even among them, we necromancers were included.
As time passed, the chaos in the North began to subside, possibly thanks to our involvement.
However, that didn’t mean it had stabilized like other regions of Arcadia.
The bitter cold and savagery still persisted, but a line was finally drawn in the North to distinguish barbarism from civilization.
At that time, it felt like this moment of glory would last forever.
But nothing in this world lasts forever.
When did it begin?
“Here in Haven, the location is perfect. It marks the dividing line between the Demon Realm and the Empire’s central-northern region.”
“Indeed, if you go further down from here, you’ll reach Luhan, the Empire’s northern stronghold.”
“Ah... The natural fortress the Empire built to keep your ancestors at bay, you mean?”
“‘Your ancestors’? They’re our ancestors now, Isaac.”
“...! Thank you for saying that.”
Ah... It must have been around the time when we herded the mutant monsters into the so-called Demon Realm.
“Would it be alright for us to settle our Devil’s Den here in Haven? Mutant monsters hold significant research value.”
“Go ahead.”
It was when we were just about to establish our Devil’s Den base in Haven.
“Boss! We’ve got visitors!”
“By now, many people in the Empire’s East have likely died or been injured. They’re probably consuming an enormous amount of money and time as well.”
“Doesn’t the Empire have the Mage Tower?”
“The Mage Tower’s assistance is likely limited to enchantments.”
“What a pity.”
Rune Renslet expressed his sympathy with a completely unsympathetic face.
“There’s no need to worry about the Empire. They have abundant resources and population.”
“Agreed. Of all things, who are they to worry about?”
“The wall is completed. What’s your next plan? Whatever it is, Isabelle, I’ll support you in any way I can.”
“I plan to build a fortress—a very sturdy and massive one—at the center of the Great Wall.”
“You truly understand me well. Yes, that’s exactly it. A fortress for the Renslet Ducal House to guard against the savagery of the Extreme North for generations. That is the destiny of the Renslet Ducal House.”
Last year, the Emperor of the Empire officially granted Rune Renslet governance over the North.
Along with that, he conferred the unprecedented title of Duke.
Thus, Rune Renslet became the Grand Duke of the North overnight.
“Isabelle, I’m sorry.”
“About what?”
“I want to marry you officially... to make you the Grand Duchess with pride...”
“It’s fine. You must think of the North and Renslet. Just being loved by you as I am now is enough for me.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I want to do something for you...”
“Then let me be the first to carry your child. Before that princess the Empire sent.”
“I swear, I will make it so. Shall we start by building our marital home?”
The way Rune Renslet looked at Isabelle was nothing more than that of a man deeply in love.
“A castle. But it’ll be comfortable to live in. I’ll ensure it’s warm, safe, and convenient by using various spells and setting up wards.”
Similarly, a faint blush graced Isabelle’s face as she gazed at Rune Renslet.
“...”
Watching the two, my fellow necromancers of the Devil’s Den and I couldn’t help but feel an inexplicable unease.
“Ahem! Your Grace, Grand Duke? The orcs have all been driven into the Extreme North.”
“Your Grace? That sounds so pretentious. Just call me by name, Isaac. Aren’t we comrades?”
“If you insist... Rune.”
“What about the barbarian druids?”