Who Said A Necromancer Can't Be A Priest?-Chapter 77: Night Out (1)

By the time Amara and Lucien made it back, the celebrations were in full swing. However, there was no sign of Aaran. Amara's heart ached—she still cared about someone who had thrown them aside like a burden.

Who could blame her?

Aaran was the child she and Lucien had waited for over ten years. Yet, it didn't take that brat ten minutes to disown them like they didn't matter.

Lucien was especially angry. For once, he wanted to reveal his truth to the world. At least then, Aaran would suffer along with him. But it was just his angry brain talking. He still loved Aaran more than he realized and would do nothing to endanger his life.

Meanwhile, the guests also stared at them.

High society or not, people just couldn't seem to let go of gossip. Had it been anyone other than Amara, they might have jumped on them to find out what happened.

Honestly, Amara would have preferred that over the strange silence. However, just as they were about to leave, Leon and Vericia walked in. Seraphina's parents were shocked to see Amara and Lucien's downcast faces.

Leon clicked his tongue while Vericia shook her head after Amara told them everything. They were disappointed in Aaran. Unfortunately, they weren't in a position to criticize him. After all, they, too, were loyal to the Emperor.

Leon could only offer his sympathies before walking inside.

As the Aurelias headed toward the carriages, Analeis had had enough.

Ever since meeting with Aaran, her inner thigh was oddly itchy. At first, she ignored it, but now it was getting out of hand. Once behind the carriage, she reached under her skirt and felt something sticking to her stockings.

She pulled it out, and it was a piece of paper.

"Did Aaran…?"

Her mind went back to the moment Aaran had stuck his hand under her skirt. Shivers ran down her spine just thinking about it. She hurriedly unfolded the paper and saw four words written on it.

Still waters run deep.

Analeis was confused. It was a proverb she had heard many times while serving Aaran. To be honest, it was one of many.

Still, she didn't remember what it meant, but something told her she should keep it to herself, so she tucked the note away next to her stash of cigarettes.

***

Meanwhile, Aaran noticed his family leaving without a hint of emotion in his eyes.

[You broke their hearts, boy.]

Aaran didn't reply to Dread, just as he hadn't for nearly a decade. Nor had he summoned either of them during that time.

The legion's progress had been halted the day he rescued Eleanor, and Aaran didn't bother fixing his laziness either. #

Why? Because a voice told him not to. Aaran didn't remember whose voice it was, but something in his heart told him to trust it.

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With one problem sorted, Aaran turned to Donovan, who was standing behind him.

"Where are they?" he asked, referring to the Marki.

"Busy drinking the finest alcohol in our collection, Your Majesty."

It was the first time Donovan referred to Aaran as "Your Majesty" and not "Your Highness." The Emperor had yet to announce it officially, but he had already informed Donovan and Aaran about his decision.

Although the title would remain with the Emperor until his demise, from the day Aaran turned eighteen, all official duties would be his. In other words, he was a probationary emperor.

"Keep an eye on them," Aaran said, putting the glass of wine down.

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

Donovan bowed and left. No sooner had he disappeared than a cat appeared before Aaran, meowing while rubbing her face against his legs.

"Stop playing."

The cat stopped as soon as Aaran told it to before transforming into Kaira.

"You're as perceptive as ever, Your Majesty," Kaira said, mockingly bowing.

"What is it?"

"Debt collection. A favor for a favor, remember?"

Without waiting for a reply, Kaira retrieved a scroll from her mouth and handed it to Aaran, much to his disgust.

"A cult has sprouted in Medibi," Kaira said, seeing that Aaran wasn't opening the scroll. "They have something the Covenant wants."

"And you want me to retrieve it."

"Oh, how smart you are," Kaira said, hugging him from behind. "By the way, did I tell you how hot you look tonight? Honestly, it makes me want to possess your body and force you on me. Ah, the chills—"

"Do you want me to destroy another one of your bodies?" Aaran retorted. "Keep your disgusting thoughts to yourself, or else I just might do that."

Kaira rolled her eyes but stepped back. Despite not actively practicing necromancy for nearly a decade, Aaran had amassed a vast amount of darkness. So much so that even the Emperor couldn't feel Aaran's presence anymore.

That was the reason Kaira didn't want to cross Aaran. Besides, he was their future ally, so there was no point in antagonizing him.

"You're no fun," Kaira said, sticking out her tongue.

She transformed into a cat and slipped under his parents' carriage. If Lucien found out someone from the Covenant was protecting them, he'd definitely kill Aaran, but given the situation, an enemy was the only one he could trust.

As he tried thinking more about it, a sharp pain erupted in his head. Just like that, he forgot which enemy he had been thinking about.

Usually, people would have panicked over frequent memory loss, but Aaran felt strangely at peace whenever his memory randomly reset. The voice inside his head would repeat the same thing whenever it happened.

The less you know, the better it's for you.

Aaran shook his head, casually throwing the scroll into his inventory.

As he turned, he saw Seraphina waiting for him. He just couldn't seem to catch a break. Still, he put up a smile and kissed her hand.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked, still holding her hand.

"Give me some of your time before you leave?"

"…what is this about?"

"You'll know soon enough. There's something I want to show you… away from all this."