Chapter 77: “Are Y’all Daft?”
“Master, it appears the guards have mostly been handled.”
The spartoi who had entered the city still hadn’t returned, but the sounds of battle had died down. The roars and screams that had constantly filled the air also became much more sporadic.
“Then next, I want you to go searching each house one by one and kill anyone who’s hiding! I wanna make more skeletons using [Necromantic Arts] on the bodies, so if there’s a wide open space somewhere, have the others bring ’em all there.”
The spartoi commander at her side, Vermillion, clacked his teeth to call for other nearby spartoi. The spartoi who responded got the gist of Blanc’s wishes, then ran off to disseminate the order.
“It’d be nice if there were like, radios, or some kind of skill where I could give orders over a long distance…”
“What fantastical thing are you envisioning… If something like that existed, messengers would no longer be necessary, and letters and carrier pigeons would lose all value.”
“They sure would. Right, that’s where civilization is at here… Is there some kind of magical, fantasy way to do it then?”
There was no point in lamenting what didn’t exist. If messengers were necessary right now, then it would be more constructive to think about making a specialized follower for the role.
“Since I’m making more skeletons from this city, I should make ones especially for carrying messages.”