His answer was clear and stern. He said it with certainty and sad but true eyes. He was a good skeleton, and I wanted him but, alas...
"Ok then. Rest in p-"
{ "It is not that I do not want to but... I can't.
Haaa... I do not know how I should retell my great loss and inabilities but this is a story of not much distant past.
Oh, great being-" }
" Cut that crap of great being. Call me Reinelle or master or something. It's too uncomfortable to be perceived as a grand figure too, so leave down that utter reverence bullshit in your eyes or just look down while speaking."
He was just staring at me with admiring eyes, as if seeing the god he worshipped standing before him.
'How does Eon cope with these things? Did he learn this too?'
It was really surprising but, well, whatever...
The lich understood that I was serious too, so he, a lich, a master of magic and practically immortal being, lowered his gaze at my words.
