The Summoning of Shadows [Chapter 13]
"How may I serve you, Master?"
**NOTICE: LEVEL UP**
**NAME:** Red
**STATUS:** Hybrid, Undead
**LEVEL:** 20
**SKILLS:** Undead [LV 7]
**ADDITIONAL SKILLS:** Sludge Bomb [LV 8], One Eye [LV 7], Leer [LV 5], Martial Arts [LV 09]
**NOTICE: SAGE ART HAS BEEN LEARNED FROM THE GUILD MASTER**
Sage Art allows you to answer questions.
"Oh, a new skill! And it grants me the ability to answer questions. Incredible! This must be the most valuable skill I've acquired since mastering my Undead abilities."
"Let's see the guild master's ranking through One Eye."
**GUILD MASTER**
**NAME:** Targan
**STATUS:** Guild Master, Slave
**LEVEL:** 25
**SKILLS:** Sage Art
**ADDITIONAL SKILLS:** Martial Arts, Administration, Warrior, Sword Master
"Level 25! He truly is formidable .With this, I have summoned all five undead."
"Targan, I have called you from the realm of the dead to seek your counsel,"
"What is it, Master? How may I assist you?"
"Lord, is that truly you?"
A voice, trembling with emotion, broke through the tension. Lilly, who had been lingering at a distance, rushed toward them, tears glistening in her eyes. The calmness in her voice belied the storm of emotions within her.
"Lilly, how are you?" Targan asked, concern etched on his face. "I apologize for the war's outcome, for leaving everything to you and my daughter."
"Lord, please do not apologize. I have failed you. Chloe has been captured by that vile scum, and I was powerless to stop it. I am truly sorry." Lilly's voice cracked, revealing the weight of her guilt.
"Do not lament. I have watched over you from the skies, witnessing your struggles. I am immensely grateful for your unwavering protection of our child. I do not know how I can repay you for your kindness."
With a gesture of humility, Targan clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Lilly. In that moment, Red realized the profound truth of gratitude; a man of such stature should never shy away from expressing appreciation. Seeing Targan kneel, embracing Lilly in a comforting gesture, illuminated the depth of his care for her.
"Thank you, Sir Red," Lilly said, her voice steadier now. "Thanks to you, I was able to meet my lord one last time. I thought all hope was lost."
I nodded, My resolve hardening. "I summoned him to seek his guidance for the battles that lie ahead. I will confront that wretched fiend and ensure his demise."
"Master, before you engage him, I must share the details of our past encounter. That battle years ago was no ordinary clash. The man we faced—his true name is known only to me—Garsum. He arrived in our town without warning, and the battle that ensued was unlike any other. He commands golems, massive and relentless, which were the key to our defeat. Those golems go berserk, crushing everything in their path. The only way to vanquish them is to eliminate their master."
"Garsum and his golems. It seems he possesses a dangerously powerful skill."
"Master, you are not yet strong enough to defeat him with your current abilities.
"I am aware,"
"I can barely defeat you in your current form. I must grow stronger—strong enough to obliterate him. But for now, we must leave this town. My actions have surely drawn attention, and staying here would only lead to our capture."
"Where shall we go?" Lilly asked, her brow furrowed in thought.
"I know just the place—a sanctuary where we can train and build an army. Gobby, let us pay a visit to your village and greet the Goblin King."
"Red, sir, the child is still at home.
"Lilly, how is Artha, my child?" Targan inquired, his expression softening at the mention of his daughter.
"Lord, Artha is a remarkably strong child. She does not cry in the presence of strangers, and her eyes—they mirror her mother's beauty. I see the image of my queen reflected in her gaze."
"I am relieved to hear she is thriving," Targan replied, a smile breaking through his solemn demeanor.
"Lucas, accompany Lilly and ensure the child's safe return. It is your duty to protect them," Red commanded, his tone resolute.
"Yes, Master. It is an honor," Lucas replied, a fierce determination igniting in his eyes.
As Lilly and Lucas departed, Targen and I settled onto the cool, unyielding ground, the weight of the moment pressing upon us. My curiosity surged like a tide, compelling me to delve deeper into the life of the Guildmaster. The flickering light of the setting sun cast long shadows around us, creating an intimate atmosphere that encouraged open dialogue. I posed a series of questions, eager to unravel the tapestry of his existence, the history of this kingdom, and the world he had so vividly described.
With a gentle smile, the Guildmaster began to recount the tales of his lineage. He spoke of his great ancestors, revered as the founding fathers of this town. They were the first humans to establish a village in this kingdom, a fact etched into the very fabric of the community's identity. It was no wonder, then, that the Guildmaster commanded such respect among the townsfolk; his heritage was a cornerstone of their shared history, a legacy that resonated through generations.
I was intrigued by his stories, particularly the one about how he met his wife. His eyes sparkled with a distant light as he narrated the serendipitous events that led to their union, a tale woven with threads of fate and divine guidance, as he claimed his ancestors had been led by the goddesses themselves. Yet, beneath the surface of his reminiscence, I sensed a shadow of regret. He revealed that he had not spent enough time with his elder daughter, often consumed by the demands of his duties in the town. Despite the bittersweet nature of his reflections, there was a warmth in his voice, a testament to the happiness he had found throughout his life, even amidst the inevitable sorrows.
"Master, may I ask you something?"
"Of course For so long, I have been the one asking you questions. What is it that you wish to know?"
"Master, I've heard whispers about your skill—undead. My parents spoke of it with a mix of awe and caution,"
"Ah, my skill.What have you heard about it?"