"Professor, is he—"
"Who will you believe? An official University Professor with valid credentials," Vanitas continued. "Or a criminal who was sentenced to Index?"
"R–Right…."
The misunderstanding was easy to clear. Clearly, Edmund was just trying to sow discord among them.
Edmund realized it was futile, and quickly controlled the zombified guards.
Considering their sluggish movements, necromancy of this level was typically a Master Ranked spell in the context of dark magic.
Clang! Clang!
The sound of steel against steel echoed through the corridor as the guards clashed with the reanimated figures.
Their blades struck indefinitely, but the zombified guards moved unnaturally. They shrugged off blows that would have incapacitated any living opponent.
Edmund fiddled with his chances. The barrier was way too complex. He found his comprehension wasn't enough.
