The Death Mage that doesn't want a fourth time

18 The enemy of the enemy has begun moving, but preparations continue anyway

The female adventurer who surrendered to the Orcs without resistance was bound with vines instead of rope and taken away.

The young Noble Orc had a vulgar smile on his face, pulling on the end of the vine as if she were his pet dog. The monsters following his command were also laughing.

They were likely happy because while this woman acted as a plaything for their master, their master's mood would be improved.

And so the female adventurer was dragged along by the Noble Orc and taken into the Orc Kingdom that his father had established.

Even though she would soon be forced to start giving birth to monsters until she died, the female adventurer had no expression on her face. However, nobody noticed this, even the Noble Orc himself.

It was impossible for monsters to read the detailed facial expressions of humans, and the Noble Orc had no interest at all in the woman's facial expression to begin with.

An oval-faced man sat deeply in his chair with his eyes closed, looking as if he was sleeping. Suddenly, his eyelids flew open and he pressed a handkerchief to his mouth.

「Oh, how repulsive...」

The bloody-smelling breath of Orcs, the laughter of Goblins, the cunning Kobolds. To top it all off, the pigs who were under the impression that they were high-class creatures. And, of course, the women who were being treated like cattle, unable to die even if they wanted to.

The man had been prepared to see this; he had known what he was being requested to do. Even so, he struggled to contain his nausea.

「Are you alright, Luciliano-dono?」

「N-nothing to worry about. Uegh... More importantly, steward-dono, please call for the viscount. I have something to report.」

「Certainly; I will summon the master. I am terribly sorry, but please wait while I do so, Luciliano-dono.」

The butler, who apparently had happened to come by to check up on things, made a cup of fragrant black tea before leaving the room. It was likely an act of consideration, offering Luciliano some tea to ease his nausea while waiting for the master.

With the wonderful aroma of the black tea filling his nostrils, Luciliano felt the disgusting scenery that had been burned into his mind start to fade away. He was careful not to forget it, however, as it was his job to remember it.

「Your reconnaissance succeeded?!」

Shouting loudly about this top-secret request, a handlebar mustache entered the room. No, a nobleman with a handlebar mustache entered the room. Quickly putting his cup down, Luciliano gave the nobleman a bow.

「I will now report, Viscount Berno Balchesse.」

This nobleman, Viscount Berno Balchesse, was the lord of this region and the one who had hired Luciliano.

He appeared to be a smart nobleman in the prime years of his life with no outstanding characteristics other than his magnificent handlebar mustache; he was not an incompetent man. He was your typical nobleman.

「My Live-Dead has safely infiltrated the Orc village.」

Live-Dead. This is a special kind of Undead... no, a creature classified as an Undead, created using life-attribute magic.

It is created by casting a spell on a fresh corpse whose heartbeat and respiration have only just stopped, restarting its biological functions.

Though its heart and lungs move, it is classified as an Undead because it does not have a soul, but it looks no different from a living creature. It is warm to the touch and one can detect signs of life from it using magic. It does appear to be an expressionless, flat-toned person, however.