Michael cringed a little at his words but found no fault in them.
With his talent, all his undead were indeed special.
Calling them privileged was no exaggeration.
He also didn't see anything wrong with naming his undead.
The stronger an undead became, the more developed its consciousness would be.
Though the extent depended on its innate talent or the necromancer's efforts.
Thanks to his talent, Michael was certain his undead would eventually surpass normal limits, awakening full consciousness sooner or later.
In fact, it might not take long at all since his undead weren't going to be ordinary.
Prince, still a newly created undead, hadn't shown signs yet, but Lucky was already exhibiting early traces of awareness.
Michael had caught the Verdant Wolf chewing moss off a wall, only to spit it out and tilt its head in clear confusion.
It likely couldn't taste anything.
