Although Eugene spat out this demand, the Death Knight didn’t comply with his order. Instead, it emitted a hideous and sinister glare, but the anger and murderous intent that Eugene leaked in return wasn’t lacking in comparison.

As he projected his hostility, Eugene ran forwards. Thoughts he didn’t want to think about kept rolling around inside his head. He kept imagining some truly ominous and fucking disturbing ideas. No, he wasn’t just imagining things. After all, wasn’t the proof right in front of him?

This place was Hamel’s grave.

Death Knights were made from the corpses of dead warriors. Resentment, anger, and hatred — souls that had been drenched in these sorts of emotions would refuse to leave this world, even after they had died, and would remain trapped in their corpses.

Most undead were made by tempting these sorts of souls. In return for granting their desires, these souls would sacrifice themselves to their contractor and become slaves. Souls that had refused to leave this world would never reject such an offer. Their bitter resentment would force them to accept the deal even if it meant becoming a slave for the rest of their existence and never being able to reincarnate.

Although liches were usually insane wizards who had turned themselves into an undead, a Death Knight was a corrupted soul that had chosen to remain on earth even after it had died. A Death Knight was something that had given up all the dignities that living beings should possess and sacrificed everything it had for the sake of revenge.

Because of that, they couldn’t help but be strong. Eugene was well aware of how terrifying and terrible the power that they had obtained from using their soul as collateral could be.

But what was going on here?

‘Hamel?’

The Death Knight was claiming that its name was Hamel.

‘You’re really saying that you’re Hamel?’

Crazy bastard, it seemed like it had completely lost its mind after it had passed away.

Eugene had no doubts about the fact that he was Hamel. In the first place, there was no room for him to doubt himself. The Spirit King of the Wind, Tempest, had confirmed that Eugene’s soul was previously Hamel’s.

Even without Tempest’s confirmation, there was no reason to doubt this fact. If Eugene wasn’t Hamel, then who on earth could he be? His memory, experiences, and everything else all fit...