[Skill Unlocked:]
[Summon Skeleton]
Skill costs both HP & MP. Maximum [5]
Asai Trichia, Rosemi De Lumix and Violet were enjoying their morning breakfast. A soft brioche bun with bacon and lettuce, served with a cold cup of coffee. Asai chugged a stamina potion along with his morning coffee. Rosemi unfazed by yester night's events. Violet, literally beca violet as her cheeks heated up.
"Violet. I know you told you studied back in Ignis' royal academy. But, what exactly did you study there?"
Violet, unable to look him in the eyes, focused herself on her al. She found herself becoming wet, whenever her mind slightly wandered back to what she'd so boldly done.
"Um... I studied the glorious art of necromancy. Why?" She answered, whilst counting the amount of sesa seeds present upon her bun.
"So, can you summon the undead or skeletons?" Asai glanced on over their backs. No orcs in sight at all. It seems they overestimated the orc's intelligence.
"I can't... Not yet anyway." Her mind slipped, she glanced over her breakfast to et Asai's eyes. Her plucked flower down below beca hot.
"Why not?" Ignoring her squirmy legs, Asai continued to ask.
"Although I've spent my entire life studying necromancy. I've yet to earn my right to call upon the dead." Violet gulped down more of her cold coffee. "You see, even back in the capital. I was actually quite poor, I only got into the academy because I appeared gifted when I was young.
But, as I grew up, they believed to be a waste of resources, as I only produced diocre results. My exam scores were dropping under the average and I was soon alienated from class.
When... When a young noble boy, offered to fund in return for my purity. I couldn't stop my impulses and slapped him. After that, life just went down hill until I was kicked out."
Violet's mind thought back to the obese boy who desired her innocent. Goosebumps imdiately wracked her body as she recalled the way he'd gaze upon her body. Her gaze returned to Asai's handso deanour. "I'm glad I had my first ti with soone as amazing as him, but it would've been better if he wasn't so bloodthirsty."
What Asai heard from that exchange was "spent my entire life studying necromancy. I've yet to earn my right to call upon the dead."
"What is this right to call upon the dead? What do you need?" The man's curiosity towards his new skill was much stronger than his empathy towards her life story. Deigning himself to treating her better in return for ignoring her feelings. As he continued to remind himself that they were indeed in fact, within enemy territory at the mont. Not exactly a cosy comfortable and safe place to be exchanging their heart-felt stories.
"You need a dium. Because I was too poor to afford one, and the academy didn't want to gift one for my low scores. Although I have the knowledge, I don't have what it takes to actually summon anything."
"So, it's like learning to drive? You first have to study all the instructions and road theory, before purchasing a car to actually utilize the knowledge? Good to know." "So, like a staff? Or a grimoire?" Asai's mind shifted to the typical fantasy tropes of necromancers.
"Staff? Grimoire? Um.. Sure I guess. A dium could be anything to be honest. As long as it has been baptized and cleansed properly. As for the how to, I don't know. That's state-secret stuff."
"Violet."
"Yep?"
"What do you think of this?" Asai began to strip. Causing Violet to imdiately cover her eyes, although parting her fingers loosely to enjoy the eye candy. Rosemi, too, montarily stopped eating to enjoy her man's view.
Asai pointed to his tattoo.
[Wings of Solemn Death - Crest]
After monts of inspecting his abs, biceps and chest. Only then did she look closely at the crest.
"Ah, as expected. You're indeed a noble from the capital. That would explain your strength, and the fact that you have your dium tattooed into your skin is actually very ingenious. The procedure must have costs you a fortune, just so no one could take it away from you."
"W-wait. Violet, what is a dium exactly? Can you describe it more?"
Violet looked into his eyes like he was weird. As if the man was pointing at diamonds, and asking her to explain what it was. Still, anything was better than letting her mind wander back to the lewd thoughts.
"A dium, you should consider it to be your tool, your connection to the realm of death. A world where all souls depart to. Your dium basically creates a gateway, so that you may call upon the dead in exchange for your life-force."
"[Wings of Solemn Death - Crest] is a gate way to the world of death? What the fuck? No. I should think of it as a tool, like a wizard would with his wand. That would make more sense, than believing myself to be carrying a doorway to hell within my chest..."
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