Departure

Two weeks have passed since the man from the coffin and his guards, tall and short, met. They may not have become friends, but they could be called good acquaintances. After the man's from the coffin speech, his guards decided to tell their stories too.

The tall guy spoke first. Turns out he was born in a family of doctors in Leverkusen, North Rhine-Westphalia. Since he was a child, he had admired his father's work as a pathologist and therefore wanted to work for him in the future. Later, however, his father died of a certain illness and later his mother too. While at the funeral, he had a magical eruption, which led his parents to rise from the dead and attack people who were nearby.

Soon the magicians came and hushed up the case. The guy himself was only ten years old at the time. And after the standard four years of training with the slaughterhouse at the end, joining the army and a few years of service as a regular necromancer.

Short man and the man from the coffin were also shocked when it turned out that the tall guy, almost two meters tall, is only sixteen years old (At that moment, the short man for the first time in his life felt inferior, and all because of his height of 155 centimeters). Besides, at that age, he looks like he's about thirty years old. As he later explained, the mana of death is constantly in his body, causing accelerated aging, but this process will stop at age twenty-five years.

Then the short man also told his story. It turned out that he came from some ancient bankrupt aristocratic magical family. He was born as a third child, so from childhood, he was not needed by anyone. Problems were also added by the fact that he was born with atypical magic for his family. While his father, mother, and older brother and sister were fire mages, he was born with the magic of filth. Because of that, they wanted to throw him out of the house first, but in the end, they just stopped paying attention to him.

As a result, he decided to join the army for magicians. In the end, he, embittered by all his family, prepared a mass curse of infertility and used it on all his family, previously abandoning it. And then it's like always, training, training, and training again. Taking into account his special magic, he was assigned to a special unit with the same magic as his.

After all these stories, it became clear to the man from the coffin, why these two were appointed as his guards. In case he escapes from the coffin, the tall guy will hold him back with undead and death spells, while the short guy will prepare a particularly strong filth spell and use it on him. And then that's it, the end of his life. Filth is like a magical virus, without proper treatment will kill him in three minutes. Besides, he won't be able to effectively use his spells. Weak spells won't do much damage, and powerful spells require a concentration that will be knocked down by the undead.

The decomposition of the matter will have an effect on the undead, not on mages because that will be too far away, and the undead still has a pretty dense armor. Extreme aging also requires concentration, and the bodies of magicians age much longer than usual, which is also a disadvantage. His physical abilities won't work, either. His body has been motionless for several weeks, with no food or water, and as a result, has become very weak. Well, at least he's alive. Had it not been for the decomposition of matter, he would have died because of starvation and dehydration, luckily mana constantly enters his body and does not let him die.

So three people with unusual fates chatted with each other and enjoyed one another's company. However, at the beginning of the third week of their communication, a new person came to the room with the coffin.

{The beginning of the third week, 09:42.}

-...and I say to him, "Sir, now your last pride is gone. Although I should probably call you Madame." Hahaha, yeah, it's been a good day. - The tall guy laughed while sitting in a chair drinking wine from a glass. Behind his right shoulder was an undead man, dressed in a butler suit, holding a bottle of wine on a tray.

- Hehe, you're right. By the way, you'd be more careful with the alcohol. If someone in charge sees you, you're not gonna get off with a reprimand. - The short guy smiled at him, stretching his neck.

- You're not the one to tell me that. - The tall guy frowned, looking at the cigarette in the short man's mouth. - By the way, a woman came to our prison. I saw her once and I have to say she doesn't look bad. Black long hair, red eyes, a pretty face in a compartment with a slim figure.

- And why are you telling us this? Oh, that's right. You're sixteen years old, the age when boys are already interested in women. - The voice from the coffin laughed at him. - I must warn you. It's probably from the harem of some aristocrat brat passing through here. So you may not have much hope.

- Fuck you. I'd hit you if you weren't in the coffin. - The tall guy got angry. - That's not why I'm telling you all this. Despite her looks, she had a rather strange aura, I'd even say frightening. Besides, as soon as I went to greet her, I could smell an unusual smell...

-It's called perfume. -And the man from the coffin continued to mock him. - You know, the kind of shit that women spray on themselves to...

- Shut the fuck up! Don't piss me off. - The tall guy shouted. - I know what perfume is. It smelled like after a storm. Besides, my hair on my hands stood up. She's probably a lightning magician, and quite strong, since she has a passive aura.

After that, the tall man stopped and drank wine to wet his throat.

- Besides, I managed to see her epaulets. She's an SS Brigadefuhrer, and no one gets that title easily.

I also managed to find out the purpose of her arrival. It's...

At that moment the woman entered the room with a quick step. Black hair, red eyes, a patch of the SS

Brigadeführer. There was no mistake.

- Is that her? -Asked the short man, slowly pulling the cigarette out of his mouth.

- That's right. Shit, what to do. - The tall guy answers, trying to find a place to hide the wine.

-What the hell are you bastards hiding there?! - The woman yelled. Despite her beautiful appearance, her voice was formidable and full of anger. Her tone made the tall and low guys jump out of chairs and stand still. - Come on, give me this stuff. Fucking hurry up!

- Yes, ma'am! - The short and tall guy answered in unison, handing her their cigarettes, wine, and a glass.

The woman took them in her hands, then drank the wine right out of the bottle and smoked a cigarette.

-Ain't a bad drink, I must admit. So, this stays with me and I didn't see anything. Am I clear, you cunts!?

-It's clear, ma'am! - The short and tall guy exclaimed, cursing her in their minds.