They could not hate all humans as it was a, �human,� who had provided the Dark Elves a place to live.

Obante looked toward Cale and continued to speak.

�I will put our full force forward in order to help all of you, and-�

The old man�s wrinkled hand went up to Mary�s shoulder.

�We will help Mary.�

The Sage of Death was said to have said something before her death.

< The next King of Death can only be a necromancer. > ( Used king in order to make it general as she would have had no way of knowing whether it�d be a male or female, but our Mary will make a wonderful Queen! )

The Dark Elf Obante could not disagree with that.

Why?

It was because both Dark Elves, black mages, and other beings of darkness did not know the pain that darkness could bring.

They were especially clueless about death.

However, necromancers always kept pain and death by their side.

< The position of king is something that only someone who has experienced rock bottom and the lowest point can achieve. >

Obante thought about the word, �fate.�

10 years old.

A child had escaped from a human city and ran across the desert in order to survive. That child had ended up a necromancer with a disgusting appearance.

And then, black magic reappeared in the world once that child came back out to the world seventeen years late.

Many things that Obante had never even imagined would happen were happening.

The position of, �Mayor of the City of Death.�

The Dark Elves never had a king even though the Whale tribe, who were fewer in number, had a king.

The majority of Dark Elves did not know the reason behind this as it had been too long, however, the mayor knew the reason.

The position of king was already taken.

Obante patted the blankly staring Mary�s shoulder before handing the book in his hand to Cale.

�This is the book the Sage of Death had left behind about black magic.� JrNovels.com