The Secret Garden of the Dandelion Troupe

My name is Vivian, and I was born in a little-known kingdom in the Lorenci hemisphere.

Because it is close to the Eternal Capital of the Seventh Kingship, although it is an independent kingdom, the country has always been cared for by the Kingship Capital, so the residents of the kingdom are more accepting of undead magic and undead creatures.

My hometown is located in a prosperous city in the north of the kingdom. My father, as the archon of the city, has the responsibility of guarding the entrance to the courtyard near the city.

Perhaps because of the inheritance of undead magic in my family, I have awakened my psychic talent since I was born. Although I was born in a family of undead wizards, my parents were very gentle in educating me when I was young.

Until I was six years old, I met a lich, and the lich showed me many undead creatures under his control.

He wanted to teach me magic knowledge, and my parents originally resisted it. After all, no matter how much they accept undead creatures, no one likes their six-year-old daughter to mix with an unknown lich.

When the lich showed my parents a fierce corpse made of hellish demons and condensed the Spear of Gangplank in his hand, he became my teacher.

He would tell me about the knowledge of necromancy in detail. Because there was always a lich around me, I didn't have any friends willing to play with me at that time.

Without friends of the same age, I also fell in love with the constructed undead. They were like dolls and would play with me with the teacher's permission.

Everything was normal, even with a lich teacher, in this area not far from the City of Eternal Life, everything was still normal.

If it could continue like this, maybe one day I would become a qualified necromancer, and I would go to the Land of Eternal Life, kneel under the throne of bones, and swear my loyalty.

But the disaster came, the demon tide rushed out of the entrance of the courtyard, and countless monsters broke into our city.

Blood was accompanied by thunder, and roars echoed resistance.

People prayed for rescue, but the kingdom's reinforcements did not arrive, the Crowned Shadow under the seventh did not respond, and the patrol fleet did not pay much attention to this area blessed by the king.

Death spread in the city.

I finally realized the ruthlessness of the undead.

I prayed, I kept begging the teacher to save my family, begging him to save the humans who were abused by monsters.

I knew he was very powerful, he could fool the corpses of the hell demons, he tamed countless enhanced ghosts, and he could release forbidden spells independently.

But the prayer was not answered, he just protected me from being harmed by monsters, he just urged me to create my own constructed undead.

He ignored the monsters in the killing, ignored the deaths that kept happening in front of me, and in the eyes of the monsters, I seemed to have become the prey of the lich.

The monster regarded him as one of the same kind, and also ignored the human girl who became his plaything.

Amid countless cries and pools of blood, I completed the first constructed undead in my life with trembling hands.

I gained a strange ability called the Corpse Demon Space, and also discovered that my soul had an extraordinary recovery ability.

But what was the point of all this?

My home was destroyed, my parents died tragically, and when the reinforcements arrived late, they eliminated the monsters and cleaned up the human corpses mixed with the monster corpses all over the city.

"Well done." In the ruined city, stepping on the muddy blood plasma, this was the teacher's evaluation of me. He was evaluating my constructed undead, a skeleton without any meaning.

The dead are ruthless, twisted, and deformed.

But after realizing this, I suddenly realized: Why did he want to be my teacher?

How could a ruthless lich take the initiative to teach magic to a human girl?

Put away the sadness, regardless of the disappointment in him, this lich has a problem, he is not the kind of lich who uses reason to control his "human" thinking, I chose to escape from him.

Escape, escape non-stop, on the way of escape, I met many people, I met bad people, and I also met companions.

But the lich can always find my traces and always appear in front of me again and again.

And those companions, whether they are companions I think of or those who think of me as companions, all choose to give up on me when facing the lich.

I don't hate the lich. He has never really hurt me. He has not even hurt anyone related to me personally.

So I can only choose to escape again and again, away from the lich.

Escape again and again, and be caught again and again. He seems to like this game very much. As long as he can confirm my growth every time he meets me again, he will not punish me.

He is like a fruit farmer waiting for the fruit to mature, and I don't know the standard of maturity in his eyes.

I have a premonition, the premonition that he will eat my body, and as time goes by, that premonition becomes more and more real.

Trying to escape from him again and again, leaving the Western Hemisphere, wandering around the countries, until entering the Magic Empire, I seem to have finally gotten rid of the entanglement of the lich.

I hid in a courtyard of the dead, and when I was facing a crisis again, I met a man named Mu Hua.

A man with a bad character, but he saved me.

I was unlucky. In an area that should be dominated by low- and medium-level monsters, I encountered a high-level monster that can dominate here.

This man seemed to be more unlucky than me. In an area that should be dominated by low- and medium-level monsters, he was actually visited by a demon dragon that seemed to be a demon general.

However, this man actually killed the dragon! Although he used some strange means, and although it was very dangerous and embarrassing, he really killed a dragon.

He asked me to follow him, and I did not refuse, not because he killed the dragon, but because he did not give up on me in front of the dragon.

I hate the feeling of being abandoned. Without the entanglement of the lich, it should be pretty good to follow this man.

He learned the breath of death, he dominated the headless knight, this man named Mu Hua has great potential. If I stay with him, maybe one day I don’t have to run away when I meet the lich again, maybe we can kill it back?

Well, let the so-called teacher go to hell. I didn’t hate the lich before because I shouldn’t hate it, and it’s useless to hate it.

But after so many years of entanglement and so many years of mental torture, if I can kill the other party, I will definitely not be soft-hearted.

I am not a little girl in a fairy tale. I am a necromancer who tortures my soul as a means of growth!

Following Mu Hua, the bastard actually kicked me to his cousin.

A little girl who wants to form an adventure team.

Taibesha, a girl who thinks she is smart but always spends money recklessly.

A girl with a cheerful personality, considerate of friends, and who wants to show the majesty of the leader from time to time.

I became friends with her. Damn it, this girl keeps saying that she wants to be a war priest, but she doesn't go to worship God properly, but she comprehends the breath of death. What does this mean?

I found that being around Mu Hua seems to increase the probability of comprehending the breath of death? Not only Taibesha, his hellhound and banshee have comprehended the breath of death.

Well, I have another reason to hang out with them.

At this time, Taibesha seemed to be in trouble, because a woman who looked like a bitch seemed to be teasing her with flirty words.

"Hey, Bessa, you've been talking about forming an adventure group, how are you doing?"

"Hehe, these living puppets won't be your team members, right? Oh, there's also a fat guy who manages the hotel."

"Wow, a demon, are you a follower of Tabessa? Hello, you can call me Ivy, welcome to become a member of Benson."

The woman named Ivy bypassed the necromancer who was confronting Deman and came to Tabessa. She stepped forward and tried to hold Barbara's hand, but Barbara stepped back to avoid her.

Across from the few people, watching the few people with Ivy approaching, the necromancer actually stepped back a few steps and suddenly threw a disc in front of him.

The palm-sized disc fell to the ground, and a magic circle unfolded with the disc as the center. Then, a pale bone claw stretched out from the magic circle, like a ghost trying to crawl out of the cave.

"Constructed undead, you guy, are you crazy?" Deman shouted in shock.

In the gap between constructions, the disc is a space prop for storing constructed undead. (End of this chapter)