Those words and the crazy grin he had on his face caught us off guard. Sebastiene looked behind us while I narrowed my eyes at the human jigsaw puzzle on the ground. He was in no way able fight, but the grin on his face is telling me me otherwise.
"I may be here but you are unable to do anything to me." I spoke, still looking down at him. "You are already so close to death."
"Says who?" The necromancer grinned wider as he slowly stood up.
Sebastiene pulled me behind him as he tried using his ability, gravity, to keep the necromancer on the ground. But the necromancer was literally fighting gravity, and he was winning against it.
"Whatever." Sebastiene suddenly withdrew the gravity that was pushing the necromancer on the ground making the latter fall face front. It was like watching someone push a wall but the wall suddenly disappeared.
"You look better grovelling right there." I smirked. "Is that how you grovel to your master too?"
"Bitch." The necromancer muttered as he stood up.
"I've heard that before." I smiled wider. "Don't you have anything new?"
"Oh I do." The necromancer regained his composure and took off the hooded robe he was wearing, leaving only his pants. His upper body was on full view, showing different colors of skin, sewn together and I believe that it's not only skin deep.
But the thing that was really hard to bear was the smell. He smelt of rotten eggs and dead rats. Or worse than that. I had to cover my nose but the stink even turned my eyes teary.
"Seb, do you not smell that?" I asked him when I noticed that Sebastiene did not even flinched at the smell.
"I am used to it, my lady." Sebastiene answered. "When I was much younger, necromancers were quite common in the demon clans. They were also welcomed as they were thought of as priests. Well, until they started killing their own kinds and others."
"I'm not." I deadpanned as I looked at him.
"Oh!" He exclaimed wide-eyed, before hastily creating a barrier around my head. "I apologize for not realizing it sooner thus making my lady experience such horrible smell."
Seeing how he could create a barrier for the smell, I doubt if he actually got used to the smell or if he couldn't smell it at all.
"Now." I turned to the half-naked necromancer again. "Are you going to tell who you are working with, or are we doing it the hard way?"
The necromancer laughed, or cackled, at my words.
"Hard way?" He chuckled. "I should be asking you that. Would you surrender by yourself, or do it the hard way?"
I looked at him borely.
"You could hardly stand, but humor me." I said as I summoned Vita.
The necromancer smirked and I felt chills looking at it.
"You are not the only ones with a weapon." He said, making Sebastiene and I startled. He then raised his hand and a sword, identical to Dark Curse, appeared in his hands. "You are wrong."
"That.." Sebastiene stared at the sword in shock. "Why do you have that?"
"Hmmm?" The necromancer looked at Sebastiene tauntingly. "I got it from someone."
"That sword does not belong to you." Sebastiene said, I could feel his anger rising up.
"Haaa? Do you think you are the oy one allowed to use a weapon like this?" He asked mockingly. "I have one too."
Sebastiene narrowed his eyes at the necromancer who had a mocking smile on his face. I did not understand what was going on, did he copy Dark Curse? Is that a different god-forged weapon? Did he steal it from someone? But god-forged weapons cannot be held by someone else except who it was given to by a god. If so, which stupid god gave it to this idiot of a necromancer?
"Seb?" I asked my butler for an explanation. "Is that a god-forged weapon?"
Sebastiene nodded. "That is one of Lord Sidapa's weapons."
"Did that idiot god gave a necromancer his weapon?" I asked in an accusing tone. Knowing that stupid god, it was indeed possible for him to give a weapon to another idiot and say it's just for fun.
Sigh.
I want to hit that idiot so bad right now. I should tell Athy to do it for me though. It would be bad if word gets around saying that I bullied a god.
"That weapon belongs to a friend of mine." Sebastiene said in a solemn tone and touched his earing. "And my friend is still alive."
"Huh?" I turned to him, looking confused. "Then why is it with him?"
"That is also my question, my lady." Sebastiene narrowed his eyes at the necromancer. "Why do you have that? Bloody Poison."
Bloody poison?
How clichè is that name? Did Sidapa ran out of names for that weapon?
"It's mine now." The necromancer said with an annoying smile. "As you can see, it reacts to me. Which means that I am now the owner of this weapon."
"Where is she?" Sebastiene asked lowly, his eyes shining red.
The necromancer seemed to take pleasure at Sebastiene's anger, grinned widely.
"Dead."