Eldritch Creature's Guide

Samiel trained with the recruits of the Silvermoon Knight Order for several weeks, and though it was slow, it yielded some results for him already. For the first time in his life, he was undergoing any sort of formal training, and he finally got some improvement.

In the past weeks, Samiel entirely focused on the basics of combat, which was for him the footwork, learning how to dodge incoming attacks and counterattack properly. He also learned at least partially to use the sword.

Even though he could see that his proficiency rate in swordsmanship was decreasing continuously, he knew he was getting stronger through compressing his knowledge and evolving it to something higher. Right now, at least, it couldn't be said about him that he was swinging his sword like hungry Ogre, his cub.

He also daily fought with Sarun, as he could use another sparring partner aside from Yvraine.

Aside from all the training, he also was consuming the Mana Crystals like crazy and reached Level 15 at the expense of several hundred absorbed Steel-Tier Mana Crystals, and today, he would be reaching Level 16 as he was finishing draining another two hundred Steel-Tier Mana Crystals, as his Level finally increased.

"Damm, this consumption... crazy."

Samiel murmured to himself as he counted his remaining Mana Crystals because, initially, he had something more than 7,500 Steel-Tier Mana Crystals.

Still, now only around 6,200 were remaining, and all of that was just for the growth of 2 Levels. Contrary to others, for Samiel, even an increase of 1 Level was significant, as he felt that his strength increased considerably just by gaining two levels.

Right now, as he was sitting in his room, he was contemplating about what to do next. In the end, he opened "status" from the Akashic Records, as he decided to put use on some of the Record Points he obtained.

[Name: Samiel Zentaur

Title: Blessed by Azathoth

Age: 21

Race: Old Deus - Human / Eldritch Creature

Class: Knight of Niflheim (9%), Grand Necromancer (13%)

Sub-Class: Apostle of Azathoth (Sealed)

Records Points: 1,500

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Tier: Steel

Level: 16

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Abilities:

Winter Ruler (14%) - Ultimate Ability

Soul Devour (8%) - Ultimate Ability

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Necrosis Magic:

Necromancy Arts (23%)

Void Magic (5%)

Skills:

Undead Creation (40%)

Swordsmanship (8%)]

He was slowly but steadily progressing in all his abilities, and especially the greatest progress was made in the close combat department, as he finally got some proper fighting skills. Samiel knew that, contrary to Earth, where people didn't know properly how to deal with Necromancer or lacked the power to do so, here, the situation was vastly different.

When his opponents saw his Undead, they would immediately know what to do and how to deal with him. This was a common occurrence in the stronger and more advanced worlds, where people know how to deal with Necromancers relatively effortlessly.

Fortunately for him, he learned to defend himself properly after these few weeks, and even though, Samiel wasn't confident to actively fight just one on one with his fighting skills without the support of his magic, now a least he could fight without being easily suppressed.

Of course, only Bronze-Tiers possessed some kind of threat to him due to his overwhelming physical strength, speed, and vitality, which he had as an Old Deus. Or those, who possessed tremendous destructive abilities, for example, Yvraine, too, were very deadly in single combat.

His proficiency in Ultimate Abilities he owned was also rising at a slow tempo, but that was understandable, as mortals rarely had some kind of Ultimate Abilities. Normally, Ultimate Abilities were very important for even Legendaries.

Now that he had 1,500 Record Points, he wanted to exchange a few of them for the advanced knowledge of the Necromancy Spells. Each Record Point was basically a priceless treasure, so he needed to choose carefully, what he wanted to spend them on, so as not to waste them.

While he had some Inheritance from Earth, they were incomplete. Unfortunately for him, he didn't manage to find a Necromancy Grimoire in any shop or merchant in the Zephystrand. And he has gone through all shops and people who were selling these things in the Merchant District.

Apparently, Necromancy Arts and Grimoires and Magic Tomes on it were something rare, or rather, it was something that wasn't sold so openly, so one needed to find the specific source. Usually, Necromancy Arts were something frowned on, so not many people sold Grimoires, Magic Tomes, or Books related to them.

Just as he was about to make an inquiry, he suddenly stopped, as he got some weird feeling of making a wrong choice.

"Maybe I will wait a bit... not that I will need it right now, and from what I know, Record Points are very hard to come by; I would better save them for other important things."

He said to himself as he dispersed the idea of using the Record Points for the time being.

"What to do now? Meh... I will go and pester Yvraine about something better than just staring at the books."

He decided as he wasn't in the mood to continue to study the Basic Principles of Void Necrosis, so he went to entertain himself by pestering Yvraine about something.

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Meanwhile, Samiel was searching for Yvraine; she was currently meditating in the Moon Pond. She was meditating here every day because it was beneficial to her, not to mention that she could passively harvest some of the benefits from the Moon Pond.

Moon Ponds were Holy Places for all elves, and for the Silvermoon Elves, they had the wondrous effect of increasing and purifying their Mana through the power of the Moon Goddess of the Elven Pantheon.

Additionally, Silvermoon Elves had the ability to use the force of the Moon Ponds to increase their own powers, cast blessings on themselves, and thus increase their comprehensive and learning capabilities.

The area where the Moon Pond was located in the citadel of the Zephystrand City was a small, tranquil place, with trees and various flora, countless exotic plants, and even the Mana Density was several times higher around the Moon Pond compared to the rest of the Floor.

Just being here would have a calming effect on someone's mind and psyche.

From time to time, birds were singing, and a cat was yawning.

Cat?

Yvraine opened her eyes from her meditation as she saw Samiel's familiar Nefertari, which was some weird cat species, but strangely radiated Divine Aura. She looked at the sleeping cat on the top of a sakura tree as it lazily slept on one of the tree's branches.

She couldn't really understand how Nefertari got here, but Yvraine could see that the cat was absorbing Mana from this place at tremendous speed and increasing its own strength.

'But she is some kind of Divine Species, so such behavior is expectable...'

Yvraine thought while she looked at Samiel's familiar, who was happily sleeping in the Moon Pond Area, not caring about anything else in the world.

Obviously, it was very beneficial for her to sleep in the Moon Pond Area.

Moon Ponds were basically forbidden for anyone to enter and only allowed for the Silvermoon Elves to practice meditation there or for some special individuals with a permit from Emperor; aside from that, they were forbidden for anyone to enter.

"Are you coming or staying here?"

Asked Yvraine Samiel's cat pet familiar, as the cat just meowed back, probably saying she wanted to sleep here, as she continued to sleep.

Yvraine didn't really care that Samiel's cat was sleeping here; she knew that the familiar her unknowingly future husband contracted was something very special, as she felt that Divine Aura, very familiar, like the cat, was descended of some God.

"So this is the Moon Pond?"

Sounded a voice, and when she turned around, Yvraine saw Samiel walking here leisurely, not really sure how he found his way here. Then she just looked at the sleeping cat, which was happily slumbering here, and the answer presented itself relatively easily.

Familiar and Master connection, they could approximately sense their location; with this, Samiel always knew where Nefertari actually was, and vice versa.

"And for just being here, you could be executed."

Stated Yvraine flatly, as Samiel just smiled widely at her provocation.

"Please, where would you find someone who would tolerate you?"

Just as he finished the sentence, he could feel whilst of wind passing around his head as Yvraine threw one of her jade swords at him.

While a normal person would probably shit himself, Samiel just took the Jade Sword and threw it back at Yvraine; as she caught the Jade Sword in mid-air, she could even control those swords telekinetically through some kind of rune.

"So, what have you been doing here all the time?"

He walked around; he stopped before near a tree and scratched Nefertari behind her ear, just like she loved it before he looked at the Moon Pond and thought something.

"Meditating and training, this place is Holy ground for all Silve..."

She didn't get to finish her words as she suddenly screamed at Samiel at the top of her lungs.

"You idiot!!! That is the holy water of the Moon Goddess, not something plebian like you could touch!!!"

She was instantly enraged as she saw Samiel drinking from the Moon Pond. This act could be considered a heresy of the highest level, which was probably never done in the history of the Nesser Dynasty.

"Oh, come on, don't be such a prude Yv."

He said with a grin, as he could see Yvraine getting angrier with each word he spoke, but surprisingly when he called her with the nickname Yv, it appeared as if she froze in one place.

Suddenly as she once again grabbed her blades to kill the unbearable man before her, abruptly, a weird sound rang through the entire city.

"Magical Beast Horde is coming."

Said Yvraine grimly, as the Magical Beast Horde was never a good thing, and it was time to fight. Fortunately, Zephystrand City was used to the Magical Beast Hordes. From time to time, one of them would form in the depths of the overpopulated forest and attack cities.

These Magical Beasts did it for a very simple reason. Too high population and too low food for them to feed on. Thus when the population reached critical numbers, they would form a horde and attack the others, in their case, cities of more sentient species.

This way, they would lower their own population, solve their problem with food and also, hone themselves, and increase their power, as they would undergo more life and death battles.

It was a never-ending cycle, and technically both sides would benefit. While the Magical Beasts will get cut in their population, defenders of the Cities, like in this case, would harvest the corpses of the Magical Beasts and all precious materials from them.