"Ack!"
Dorstone tried to run away at this moment, but a bony hand appeared from the ground and grasped him. With his strength as a 3rd Circle Knight, he immediately broke free.
However, the strength of the undead was not something to be underestimated. Two more and then four, five, six… numerous skeletons pinned the viscount down.
At this moment, he saw his own knights turned into zombies. Unlike Minerva, they had lost their sentience and seemed hideous.
''No!'' Although Dorstone knew this would happen, he was still shocked. The viscount gritted his teeth as the female necromancer swiftly flew behind him.
Minerva laughed and asked, ''Where is he?''
When he didn't speak, she cut off his left wrist and sharply shrieked.
''Where is he? Where is my Life Elixir?!''
It was like the cry of a banshee, piercing the air throughout the viscount's residence. Blood dripped from Dorstone's ears as he shuddered under that voice. Still, his answer was useless to Minerva.
