Chapter 1. Awakening from Life (1)
I was dying. Someone might say it was a paradox.
Clatter.
A skeleton represented death itself. It was the remnant of a life that had been terminated. The person's life didn't exist anymore, so it was meaningless.
And I was a skeleton. It was empty where my eyes should have been. I was weathered white and completely devoid of flesh.
Click. Clack.
Yet, my life was far from over, and my memory was still sharp. Twenty years ago, an amateur necromancer awakened me during a thunderstorm. Since then, I'd meticulously recorded everything. Despite being a Skeleton Soldier, I possessed willpower and emotions. My bones clattered, but I was very much alive.
Clatter.
I shook my left arm, which I could move without a problem. I could see and hear, too. I had to admit that my senses were... a little dull. However, I was certainly in pain right now as I watched the succubus, my master and the owner of this dungeon, get killed. I was confident that what seemed paradoxical to me earlier wasn't so contradictory now.
I am dying.
An assailant stabbed a holy sword deep into my master's belly. Then he twisted it out of her, probably targeting her heart next. Maybe because she wanted to spare me from anguish, my master was dying quietly without letting out a single scream.
She's only twenty years old.