After the armor and weapons were formed, the wind of magic immediately turned into a large ball of water suspended in mid-air. With a wave of his hand, Valed pressed the armor and weapons into the water ball, only to hear a “zipping” sound, a large area of water vapor rose. The water balloon became smaller by a circle. This is considered to be completed.

　　After completing everything, those armor, helmets and weapons all slowly fell, automatically set on the fourteen skeletons with thick bones. Valed then used the half-baked and somewhat flawed necromancy he had learned to awaken these skeleton warriors, just as he had done in the past few years when he had dug up the graves and awakened those cannon fodder skeletons.

　　After tossing and turning for so long, the magic power in Varede's body consumed quite a bit more. It made him secretly sigh that the way he used his magic power was really too crude. It was ridiculously inefficient. If he were to switch to an ordinary, mage familiar with necromancy to do these things, I'm afraid that he would only need to consume a few tenths of his magic power to achieve better results than him.

　　This made Varede, even more excited about his future studies - from the age of four to six, he had already finished learning all the basic subjects from his tutor. At last, he should learn some real skills next, right?

　　All in all, though, the end result was quite satisfactory. With the help of a few short magical passwords, Varede rekindled a fearful phosphorous flame in the originally black eyes of these skeletons.

　　They stood up from the ground, their bones making “kara” and “kara” sounds. After moving their limbs for a while, they saluted Varede with a very humane chest stroke and stood straight in formation. The fine equipment and armor, as well as the meticulous manner, made them look like some elite - but unfortunately, they were all pewter heads that were not useful.

　　Varede didn't know how to make high undead magic, and even the elementary necromancy was half-assed. He just used his magic to force these skeletons again. Or their strength, speed and agility, because of the higher magic power input by Valed, could be compared to the average ancient tomb guards.

　　But the exquisite martial arts skills, group coordination, arrays and combat experience that the ancient tomb guards had awakened, these undead were completely unaware of. Not to mention the guys who dressed up as if they were necromancers - they didn't know a single spell. It was like a computer with a high level of configuration but no operating system or other necessary software installed. It just looked good.

　　Of course, with a half-assed person like himself, he was able to reach this level. Varede was already satisfied. He circled around these “elite” tomb guards, but realized that there was something wrong. Upon further reflection, he realized that their equipment was freshly made and looked brand new. On the other hand, the tomb guards in Dekenhof Castle had been in use for a long time. So it appeared old.

　　“But this is also a good solution.” Varede hesitated a little before snapping his fingers, “The few of you fight each other for a bit, remember not to beat each other to death, just make some slight dents.”

　　After making such an order, fourteen freshly baked tomb guards beat each other up, they used their halberds, long swords and shields in their hands to beat on each other's armor, making cracks and dents, not too gently but not too heavily. Then they grabbed a few handfuls of ash under Varede's command and sprinkled it over themselves. After ten minutes or so, the tomb guards looked just as dated as their predecessors.

　　“Very good, but not the best-”

So, Varede stopped them at the right time. Letting the few tomb guards stand guard like their predecessors. Then gladly walked into the next chamber.

　　White bones everywhere.

　　Just as Varede had thought, this was also a chamber for martyrs. Only unlike the previous one, the chamber of warriors who volunteered to be martyred for their masters, the skeletons in this chamber were the graves of slaves who had been slaughtered and martyred.

　　Thousands, tens of thousands of human bones lay there, and as Varede crouched down, he was able to examine some that had been killed by having their limbs hacked off, some that had been cut off at the waist, and some that had had their limbs chopped off. More of course had their heads chopped off in one fell swoop. Remnants of twine could be seen around them. It looked like they were tied up while alive - this one should be a male, and that one a female. This one was not very old, and that one should have been too old to move.

　　Two years ago, Valeed began his basic education at the age of four. The “basic education” of a vampire is quite different from what people generally understand. In addition to language, general knowledge, more related to necromancy, black magic foundation. After learning these things, Valeed's ability to recognize bones was better than most medical doctors.

　　He was able to tell the age, gender, manner of death, and even the interests, habits, and jobs of each skeleton....... He even compiled them into a single story. In the beginning, Varede still found it quite interesting. But after reading more, Varede suddenly felt that he was about to go crazy.

　　It dawned on him what he was really doing - he was organizing an army of the dead, an insane army of bones, souls, and undead. These things were terrifying, intimidating and desperate. Being in the midst of them for a long time, the spirit would definitely be affected and become bad without realizing it.

　　Varede was thus able to figure out why those necromancers had become psychotic. And also more or less understood. Why the vampires paid extra attention to their compatriots - because it was just too crazy. Those who hadn't seen an army of undead could think that it was a great and cool thing, as much as they wanted to. But in reality, looking at these miserable skeletons and what he was about to do to them, Valeed was able to say quite clearly:

“No, that's not cool at all.”

　　Something like that.

　　Of course, it couldn't be considered if it was bad at all. When Varede's sister was studying Philosophy at school, she had once told Varede:

"An army of living people that can turn into dead people at any time, and an army of dead people that can turn into dead people at any time, and an army of dead people that can turn into dead people at any time. And an army of dead people who have already lost their lives. Which one is more tragic?"

　　“I don't know, it depends.”

　　At that time, Varede answered like this with a shrug of his shoulders. Then it was thrown with a pillow by his dear sister.

　　“No way idiot - if I answer like that I'll definitely be laughed at by Sally - hurry up and think more for me you idiot!”

　　“People who ask their younger brother, who is six years younger than them, about their homework have no right to call me an idiot!”

　　Well, that's basically what happened. That kind of metaphysical question could wait until one's idle time to think about it. And right now, there was only one thing for Varede to do - and that was to be happy - just happy.

　　Yes, he had been given the best gift that would allow him to settle down in this world - a whole army of skeletons. Was there anything in the world more worthy of joy than that?

　　And so Varede began to laugh, to laugh, to laugh, to laugh maniacally. Laughing maniacally at the endless dry bones - with such a maniacal laughter, he showed that he was saying goodbye to the self that before, belonged to the human one, and that from today onwards, he was Valed von Kastenin, the heir to the Count of the Kastenin family, the Lord of Sylvania, and the younger brother of Isabella von Kastenin.

　　Is a necromancer and vampire lord.

　　Once the slightly seemingly hysterical laughter was over, Vared shook his head, raised his hand, and began to gather the winds of magic. As he gradually raised his hand, the wind of magic grew more violent, and pale white aura wrapped around Varede's body, while the skeletons climbed up one by one. Those that had broken their backs were attached to their spines. Those who broke their limbs attached them with the help of the other skeletons, and those who broke their heads held their skulls and put them back on. Those wounds disappeared with the wind of magic. It was as if they were new.

　　Under the influence of the pale aura, the skeletons, which had been dormant for thousands of years, revitalized, powered by the ominous power of necromancy, stood up once more and existed as servants of the caster. Stretching their rejuvenated, desecrated limbs. Appearing once more in the world as pathetic, lowly undead. Such a spell was much cruder than the fourteen tomb guards that Varede had crafted earlier. So his magic was holding up at least.

　　“Empty those things.” Varede's eyes flashed with a red source of sorcerous light. Mobilizing a great deal of energy in order to control the skeletal soldiers, and at the first opportunity, he obtained their exact number - eleven thousand two hundred and twenty-one in total.

　　But there were more than a thousand that were too short for young children, and more than a thousand that belonged to old people that were too worn out. Nearly ten thousand were really usable. The skeletons used by Valeed were the strong skeletons of adult men and women, who were asked to carry the thousand skeletons in front of them, along with the rusted but still valuable black iron weapons, back the way they came, back to the place where he hid the legions.

　　Because almost all of the mechanisms and traps along the way had been activated, there was no need to be too vigilant on the way back. The only thing worth noting was the flap trap that had made Varede suffer a loss earlier.

　　Varede still let the undead pass through. And the trap didn't work on the lifeless skeletons like it did before. Once the skeleton soldiers had all passed through, Varede enchanted his Float spell and floated through without a single scare.

　　Just like that, Varede had a fulfilling night. Under the effect of the red moon Moria, the young vampire had concealed himself from the majority of people. For a small price, he had gained the foundation of his undead army, along with quite a few other benefits.

　　With that, he led the fourteen new tomb guards back home. As for the Skeleton Wolves, since they weren't part of the family's regular military order, no one usually paid attention to their numbers. Varede was sure that the missing two Wrecking Wolves wouldn't cause any problems.