"Sir, we have no plans to change our path for the time being."
The Skeleton Mage controlled by Medivh acted even more deranged than they did. Like a mad Lich who had unleashed the Necrotic Scourge, he left them with no further doubts about his identity.
"It's because there are too many people like you that the path of the Lich has been unable to regain its former glory!"
Medivh bluntly berated them, accusing the Necromancers of lacking true devotion.
If every Necromancer were as passionate as he was about embracing death, the path of death would have risen again long ago.
The Necromancer leader didn't respond. He couldn't be bothered to waste his breath on this mentally unstable mad Lich.
In the days that followed, Medivh didn't ask them anything about the Necromancer Council.
Medivh acted like a fanatical devotee of death, trying to persuade the Necromancers to embrace death with him and transform into Skeleton Mages.
The Necromancers had their own safeguards. They weren't swayed by Medivh's words and kept their distance.
"Your hideout isn't safe!"
That day, Medivh suddenly began shouting, pointing toward the rustling sounds outside their secret camp.
Soon, a group of enormous spiders with ghostly faces on their backs crawled in through the passage and surrounded the Necromancers' camp.
"Ainz, those are Ghost-Face Spiders, the top predators of Howling Canyon. Be careful!"
The Necromancer leader warned him. He had deliberately lowered the camp's guard to test this Skeleton Mage called Ainz.
Ainz hadn't shown any unusual behavior, but he had unexpectedly brought them other trouble: a group of Ghost-Face Spiders had set their sights on the camp.
"You weak traditionalists! Let Lord Ainz show you the might of the reformists!"
Ainz—namely, Medivh—declared that only traditionalist Necromancers who resurrected the dead would be afraid of