Chapter 542 - Visitor From The Dark 2 (1/2)

“I am actually a child from the village of Ribek. I was someone born to a paper craftsman…”

As a child, Wilf worked on delivering the papers made by his fathers to the sanctuary or paper or the magic towers in his village or nearby villages.

In the process, he learned to write and began to borrow books and then acquire knowledge.

At the age of 12, he became the disciple of the wizard who was working in the village’s magic tower.

“The magic tower in my village had rather little experience to give. Instead of being stuck in the laboratories, I wanted to go around and build up my own experience with real interactions.”

“Hmm, you must have wanted a practical experience.”

That was why Wilf left the magic tower in his village at 18 years old and traveled around the continent as a mercenary wizard.

In the process, he began to take up small tasks such as monster subjugation. He participated in the wars of the other nations and gained experience as a war mage.

“In the process, I met her and fell in love.”

“Her?”

Luke turned to the direction where Wilf’s gaze fell.

There was a female zombie wearing a red headband armed with double swords in a typical mercenary outfit.

She looked more like a half-elf.

Maybe because of Wilf’s skills, the beauty didn’t die right away despite her losing a lot of blood, and she wasn’t snarling like the other zombies.

“How did it turn out then?”

“Phew, it has been 20 years already. At that time, we were asked to subdue the warlocks who were residing in the wastelands. But…”

The warlocks, who was known to be honing their skills with Corpse Manipulations, turned out to be experts in developing their powers through the contracts with demons.

During that time, the paladins and priests of the sanctuary were commissioned, and the mercenary group that Wilf belonged to barely managed to execute the warlock after numerous struggles.

“But, our sacrifice was too great. Everyone but me had died, Eva too.”

“Was that why? Don’t tell me…?”

“It is exactly what you think.”

Wilf, who ended up losing his long time companions and lover, Eva, had lost his reasoning.

He touched the items left behind by the dead warlocks, the dark magic books, and somehow managed to save Eva.

“There were many spells in that dark magic book, but the only thing I was interested in was getting my Eva back. Well, she isn’t completely revived yet. I just wanted to be with her someway or another. I don’t even know how Eva views my selfishness and greed…”

With a bitter look, Wilf could only sigh.

He had gone through the painful experience of losing the only woman he had loved.

Luke knew right away that he would have done the same if he was in Wilf’s position.

“Well, in the end, I lived by avoiding any kind of interactions with people. I would have been killed for any reason, either for walking around with magi in my body or walking around with a zombie.”

In the end, he would wander around the wastelands instead of going back to a group or a magic tower.

If he ever ended up needing things to buy, he would go to the villages where sanctuaries and denominations weren’t much prominent.

“And then I came to know about the things which were happening recently. I was shocked to see the enormous number of zombies wandering around, with no one to control them. I just wanted to know who was the bastard that created such a devastating situation.”

The reason any a warlock would create a zombie was to use them as their own personal slaves for battles or work since zombies didn’t need food or sleep.

Yet, during this time, the zombies were being produced in mass but for no purpose.

“I thought a lot about it. About hiding myself and my abilities like I did or to use them and save the people.”

Wilf had learned dark magic, yet his fundamentals were good-natured.