Chapter 65: The Royal Power Struggle (3)
The second prince suddenly appeared, claiming to be the first prince. Most people would assume that Alford had lost his mind. But for those well-versed in necromancy, there was another possible explanation.
Karnak frowned. "Have your souls been swapped?"
Alford—or rather, Lloyd, the soul occupying Alford's body—looked surprised. "Is that something that’s so easy to accept? That’s... well, yes.”
"There are necromantic techniques capable of such feats," Karnak replied. "Though the conditions are exceedingly specific."
The prince let out a relieved sigh. "It seems I chose the right people."
This was precisely why he had contacted the King’s Order. While there were stronger mages in Eustil, none were as experienced in dealing with necromancy as those in the King’s Order. Why? Because before the advent of the Shadow of Doom, there was no need to specialize in necromantic countermeasures. Necromancers were rare, and their techniques even rarer.
If anyone could discern the magic cast upon him, it would be a mage from the King’s Order. Lloyd turned to Karnak. "Would other mages, not of the King’s Order, be able to recognize this as easily as you?"
If so, he might contact other mages loyal to him.
But Karnak shook his head. "There’s a misunderstanding. It wasn’t some magical insight that allowed me to discern your condition."
In truth, he’d known immediately.
Huh, wrong soul in that body.
But he decided to feign ignorance.