" Welcome back, master. "
Vitia's mind went blank. Seraphine's words echoed endlessly in her head, causing confusion.
" Master? But how? " - Vitia groaned in her mind. The revelation of the skeleton came as a great shock to her. Ramiel didn't look like a necromancer to her, but appearances can be deceiving, and the facts speak for themselves. At that moment, ten skeletons were kneeling before her, showing the utmost respect for the man who was carrying her on his back.
Vitia was afraid. Ever since she was little, she had heard bad things about necromancers. They were false, deceitful, and would do anything to steal your soul. And now she had willingly surrendered to one of them. It couldn't have been worse.
Suddenly, Ramiel's kindness and seemingly selfless help made sense to her.
He - he wanted to get my soul! - Vitia tensed up as a sudden realization hit her.
