"Bernardino Treshaw?"
Salvatore, clad in pajamas, slightly furrowed his brow and held a hot cup in his hands, "Why has he come?"
Clarence, sitting on the cabinet, shrugged his shoulders, "He wants me to inherit his path."
"A spirit monk? Ha... forget about it."
Salvatore yawned casually and scoffed, "Lose most of your mind-reading abilities just to turn into that neither-human-nor-ghost figure?
"Is this so-called Tradition really that scary?"
"After all, it is tradition."
Clarence pushed up his glasses and chuckled softly, "'Necromancers' indeed are our predecessors and ancestors... Could this be considered retro?"
"This is called being outdated."
Salvatore said, unapologetically, "Senior Clarence, don't you believe his nonsense.
