The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage

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The relentless attacks of the undead.

Whenever things seemed quiet, they would invade and launch their assaults.

The remaining members of the Third Division alone were insufficient to fend them off.

That was why Noirtein’s return, after reporting to the royal capital, was desperately needed.

The same went for reinforcements.

However, the atmosphere in the royal capital was not one where reinforcements could easily be dispatched.

All the division commanders of the assassination unit had been urgently summoned to the royal capital.

And overseeing them, glaring down with a deeply furrowed brow, was the absolute ruler of Basilica—the king—who flicked his tongue in displeasure, making his dissatisfaction blatantly clear.

It was understandable.

Just as they were preparing for war against Ninyaru, disaster struck.

Not only was there a significant loss in manpower, but even securing supplies had become a challenge.

Those responsible for supply lines outside had been unable to return due to the undead threat.

Nothing was going according to plan.

Even the once-impenetrable fortress walls had been torn apart after repeated assaults from the undead.

It was impossible to remain calm in such circumstances.

“……”

“……”

The black-scaled serpent beastkin king remained silent.

And so, no one in the hall dared to make a sound.

Tension hung in the air, drawn tight like a bowstring.

Then, with a slight tilt of his head, the king gestured for someone to speak.

At the end of his gaze, Noirtein bowed his head.

Summoned directly.

“……Yes. Currently, a vast army of undead is swarming the fortress walls and attacking. While our division has been defending the walls, we do not have sufficient numbers to hold them back. I believe reinforcements are necessary.”

Noirtein’s report omitted one crucial detail—that they had pulled back their forces upon arrival.

Unfortunately, the only ones aware of that fact in this room were Noirtein and Shivren.

No one else knew.

“Undead.”

The king’s voice, tinged with irritation, caused a ripple through the room.

The commander of the First Assassination Division—a spider beastkin covered in thick, violet poison-laced fur—muttered under his breath.

“Hmm… Could this be Ninyaru’s doing?”

His question was clearly aimed at Shivren, who had recently returned from Ninyaru.

But Shivren did not respond.

As if he had seen nothing there.

Seeing this, the king nodded as well.

That meant they had no way of identifying the culprit.

However—