Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead
Chapter 845 - 845: A Nice Day, Seeing An Old Friend...

Relative to the realm as a whole, the barrier covered the entirety of the center, an enormous portion of the east, and parts of all other three cardinal direction, the house where Milo and Helena had built and created their family in was situated fairly close to the northern edge, a few kilometers of walking after stepping out the front door would get you right outside of its protection.

Currently, Helena was inside the home, taking care of their youngest as he had just begun to grow his baby teeth and it was making him quite a bit upset and bad-tempered, it was later than his older siblings had grown theirs too.

But the little one was easily soothed by his mother, and had just fallen asleep, meanwhile, Milo had been distracting his daughters, or at least, he was trying to, the three oldest were easy enough to handle, as Louizon and Alize just followed their big sister everywhere, and Lizi, having grown obsessed with swords and cutting stuff since Antieeld had let the little girl hold her sabre, he had simply told her that he was going to cut some wood and it had been enough to get his first-born on board and attentive.

However, the twins were unwilling to follow their older sisters around like ducklings, but that was easily solved by manifesting a small bubble of mana, Milo's expertise might be about hitting stuff with his fists, but fatherhood had taught him that this sort of trick was very effective at captivating the young, especially since they constantly watched Helena casually cast spells, they were all very interested in magic.

Lizi ended up wanting to try out cutting wood herself, which Milo deemed a dangerous activity, so while he allowed for it, he never actually let go of the axe and accompanied every movement.

"Dad, can I have a sword?"

"Ask your mother"

"Mom will say no!"

"Exactly- But don't worry, your mother got Auntie Antieeld to agree to teach you" he reassured, and Lizi was all happy again.

Milo spent the entire day playing with his daughters, he doesn't think anything else had ever made him feel more at ease than that.

"Dear gods, did they defeat you at every game or something?" Helena wrapped her arms around him after the kids were all put to bed, Milo was looking very green from rolling in grass.

"I only let them win half of them, can't let them think their father is a weakling" he flexed his arms with a smile, making his wife chuckle.

"You're so handsome as a father, I'll go and take a bath in the warm pond, will you join me later?"

Milo leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on her lips.

"Of course, I wouldn't want to miss such an important event!"

"You've seen me in my simplest attire countless times now, am I really still that interesting to look at?"

"Now, don't sell yourself short Helena, I'll die from old age before I have gotten enough of your beauty" they went back and forth for a few more minutes before separating, one going to take a bath, and the other going to do what he always did everyday, which was patrol the nearby edges of the barrier to make sure there was no danger.

His wife called him paranoid sometimes, and he agreed that it might be a bit excessive, but he just couldn't help it, even if there would be plenty of early signs if something was indeed happening, he preferred to check with his own eyes, just to be sure.

Using the last hour or so of daylight, he patrolled the edge, by this point, it was routine, he could even recognise the particular trees he encountered throughout the trip, but at one point, he simply stopped, and looked around as though expecting someone.

'...I definitely sense something…' for a split second, there was a sensation of familiarity, but it was soon replaced by an artificial feeling of dread, Milo was not afraid, but fear was trying to get to him anyways.

The area seemed to cover up with mist that reach up to his ankles, it barely obstructed sight even without any mana reinforcements, but its presence was a cause for worry anyways, as he had learned that fog was pretty much only present in the Emerald Realm during the season of rain, or at least, it did not look like that.

Then, there was whistling, an unidentified voice whistled, and their voice echoed across the woods like it was a deep cave, creeping up from every directions, were incessant whispers belonging many different people, none of them spoke words that Milo could understand, but all seemed to address him directly, pushing him in a particular direction.

He frowned, not because the situation disturbed him, but because he was clearly being affected by something despite being inside of the barrier, and that was problematic as it was supposed to prevent that sort of thing.

So unless it was not an undead that was doing this, there was already a significant problem here.

He moved forward and after passing by an area dense with trees be it on the inside or outside of the barrier, he came across a clearing beyond the barrier, a large boulder protruding from the ground, its surface was covered in moss and most importantly, a figure standing upon it, illuminated by emerald light that was slowly fading away as night drew close.

"And who the hell are you?" preemptively, Milo channeled golden mana throughout his entire body, but the undead did not seem to mind and stepped down the boulder, spreading his arms wide.

"It's been a while, Milo! I heard that it's going well with Helena, you are quite the lucky one" speaking in a warped voice, dressed in nearly all white and lacking a head, the corpse addressed him like they knew one another.

"How is Antieeld doing? I heard that she lost an eye in the battle-"

"I said- Who the hell are you?" Milo reiterated.

"Ah… I guess I look quite… Different now, do I not?" the undead waved his hand where his head should be and laughed slightly.

"Whilst you… You've barely aged at all, but it's been so many years… The time difference is immense, you know? It looks like it has barely even been a decade for you guys… But for me, it has been so, so long! Decades upon decades! It might have even been centuries now, I can't even tell the difference, to be honest!"

Milo frowned.

"Seriously, do you not recognise me? Dressed in all white like that? Oh, I know what would do it-" with purplish sparks, a sheathed sword appeared in the undead's hand, a sabre to be exact.

Unsheathing it, the scabbard vanished into the same sparks as the corpse took on a combat stance.

"Wait…" Milo blinked.

And then, a blue circle manifested around the headless.

"Remember me now? It's me, your good old buddy…"

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