"Hello, Ms. Yomira ... But I'm sorry, we're not here to join here."
No matter how kind the tone of voice, this skeleton's voice is quite hoarse and unpleasant, Jared or from the beautiful decorations pinned in front of her mage's robes to be able to determine her gender and name. But even so, to a body can not see half a bit of meat can be said to be slim to the extreme skeleton talk is still not a very easy to endure things, especially this skeleton is like a naive little girl to them tilted his head, with a humming nasal "hmmm" in return a question time.
"We're just looking for someone."
Feeling Caroline's hand gripping her arm harder, Jared couldn't seem to do much more than grimace.
"May I ask, is Kula here? There's something we'd like to ..."
Before Jared could finish his sentence, countless bone flying daggers had appeared in front of him, aiming at his throat.
"No one is allowed to call Berukolin-sama by her first name."
The voice, already hoarse and horrible, had become even more eerie.
"... Well, I ..."
"Yomira, you're still so cranky, why can't you use your head?"
Another voice came from behind her, just as unpleasant, but softer and more melodious than Yomira.
"Don't you want to think about why this gentleman would call Lord Berukelin that?"
Two skeletons, well, although Jared wasn't an expert in human anatomy, and he wasn't the least bit interested in the differences between those bones, but at least the later one had a rather distinctive feature, her (I think it was 'it') magical robes were different from the previous one, they looked beautiful and chic, and had a tattoo of a rather elaborate skull symbol, I wonder if it was a self-portrait. A rather elaborate skull symbol, not sure if it's a self-portrait or not.
"... Sister, what do you mean ..."
Yomira didn't have a brain - that was a fact, and you couldn't really expect something from someone whose skull was empty, but that didn't mean she couldn't think. At the prompting of the skeleton behind her, her black, unlit eye sockets looked straight up at the three of them, watching and sizing them up. Then she gently stretched out her bone finger and flicked it, and the bone flying dagger that appeared out of thin air immediately disappeared. At this moment, another skeleton also came over.
"Welcome to the Spectral Tower, I am Minerva. Spectral Tower Magic Instructor ... Please have a seat and I will have my sister prepare a delicious black tea and snacks for you."
"We are here to see Kula, hopefully she is at ... If she is not then can you tell me when she can come back? Until that time we will come back to disturb."
Drinking tea with skeletons in a dark tower in the middle of the day is not a good hobby.
"We don't know when Berukolin-sama will be back either, I'm terribly sorry."
Minerva nodded to the trio - by the sound of her voice it might have been accompanied by a smile tinged with apology, but unfortunately skulls don't make faces.
"However, since the three of you are acquaintances of Lord Berukolin, please be sure to accept our hospitality, or you will be punished if the master finds out when he returns that we have not treated you well."
(... Jared? We'd better hurry back.)
"Brother Jared ...?"
"Okay."
Ignoring both men's pleas, Jared nodded his assent readily, and then he frowned. Just a protesting twist of his arm because Caroline hadn't gotten what she wanted.
These two have no sense of adventure.
The parlor looked quite luxurious, the wine-colored red carpet looked stable and atmospheric, the beautifully carved tables and chairs also gave people a sense of the far-reaching era, but Caroline and Tawana were obviously a little uncomfortable, but I can't blame them, no one would be able to adapt. Especially after Ms. Minerva lit the green candles, the horror movie-like atmosphere became more and more obvious.
"It's a great pleasure to see you three, as this place hasn't been patronized for nearly forty years, with the exception of Lord Berukelin. Nowadays, magical messengers seem to be completely unwilling to learn the spell of communicating with souls, it's really a headache and a feeling ..." Minerva explained helplessly while pouring tea for them, perhaps sensing Caroline and Tawana's fear, she purposely wore a hood to hide the upper half of her face, only leaving her white mouth closed. She said, leaving her white mouth gaping.
Honestly, it's more scary than not.
"Ms. Tawana is a magic envoy, I believe, and may I ask, which tower's school of magic did you take?"
"I, I've only just become a magical envoy, I haven't chosen ... yet"
Tawana replied a little uneasily .
"So ... then may I ask which tower's school of magic you intend to study?"
Jared tasted the black tea, and it didn't seem to have much flavor. And always love this thing like life Caroline but do not know why did not pick up the cup, she just leaned close to Jared's side, at the same time quietly held his hand. This big lady is really ...
(Let me be patient, or I might not be able to resist pulling out my sword.)
Caroline's almost pleading voice appeared inside Jared's head, making him smile in amusement, it was just to see Caroline's good show that he had half-jokingly agreed to Minerva's invitation.
"I ... I haven't decided ... yet."
Tavana peeked cautiously at Jared, unsure of how to respond.
"So, should we learn the spells of the Tower of Darkness?"
"Hey?!"
Tawana froze.
But Minerva didn't stop, she went on.
"I think you would be well suited for this magic, Ms. Tawana. You have a gentle, kind heart and are well suited to learning our magic. We'd be happy to teach you if you'd like ..."
Since when did being gentle and kind have anything to do with necromancy?
Jared and Caroline looked at each other in confusion, completely unable to understand. Tawana is also a bit curious, said she is gentle and kind naturally will not be angry, but said that this is an important condition to become a necromancer ... this is a bit far from it. Thinking back to the necromancer we met in that castle, no matter what, we can't associate it with the word "gentle and kind". Also, there was Kura. Although that lady wasn't particularly evil, she was still weird.
"I think there is some misunderstanding amongst you all ..."
Minerva had pulled the pastries out of nowhere and set them on the table, and they looked deliciously colorful - they must not have been out of warranty.
"Although the magic we teach is soul power, it is definitely not necromancy, and Berukolin-sama is certainly not."
"Whoever dares to say that Lord Berukolin is a necromancer, let's see if I don't rip his guts out!!!"
Yomira snarled in spite of herself, but shut up when Minerva coughed as if to remind her that she really wasn't cut out for welcoming, and that it was no wonder there weren't any students here.
"So, what is the difference between the two? Ms. Minerva ...?"
Jared's interested.
"Your so-called necromancers are those who sell their souls, give up their bodies, and become the servants of the soul masters to gain great power. But in fact, what they know is only death magic. It's a completely different type of magic from necromancy, and if I may say so, the mages who study the magic faction of the Tower of Darkness should be called spectral mages, not necromancers."
Compared to my sister, my sister's explanations are really easy to understand.
"Necromancy is not as scary as you think, Ms. Tawana." She turned to Tawana, clearly enthusiastic.
"Necromancy is not all about taking the lives of others, though it does have its own spells. In fact, talking to spirits and gaining their assistance and knowledge is the true meaning of Necromancy. You can speak to the spirits that wander the world and ask for their help. The spirits will thank you and offer you some help. For example, ... this ..."
Said, Minerva stretched out her right hand, began to chant the incantation, soon, her palm center appeared a translucent orb, then Minerva fingers slightly move, the translucent orb suddenly shot out, precise and incomparable hit on the candle, will be everything into two, into two cuts. Then it quickly solidified, and even the flame became solid, as if it were a frozen droplet of water.
"This is Necromancy ..."
Tavana stared blankly at the remains of the candle in front of her, unsure of what to say.
"Necromancy isn't as horrible as you think, and I think you've met Lord Berukelin, do you think she's an evil, horrible Chanting Envoy?"
Even if Yomira behind her hadn't exuded that oppressive, murderous aura, Tavana wouldn't have denied it. In fact, even to Jared and Caroline, there was nothing wrong with Kura, except for her personality and a certain incorrigible quirk. There was no way to associate her with blood, bones and corpses. But the two of them were too unconvincing.
"You can think about it."
Perhaps sensing their concern, Minerva did not ask them to make an immediate decision. She stood up, apparently to see them off.
"We do not require a reply from you now, and, since you are friends of Lord Berukolin, the doors of the Tower of Darkness will always be open for all three of you. Whenever you come, you are most welcome."
Jared, too, stood up helplessly, and shrugged his shoulders at Caroline, who was finally relieved.
I guess we'll just have to come back tomorrow.