Chapter 222: A Foul Taste(Gore And Torture Warning)

Witnessing Aria using her father's necromancy, a foul taste spread through Athenia's mouth. She cherished his memories, his words, as well as his presence, and yet seeing a mortal fiddling with his powers her entire body cringed in disgust. 

'I suppose it'll help my plans, but still…' Staring down at the zombie elves following around Aria–Athenia's eyes frowned once more, but this time she decided not to let it affect her as much. 'Where did she find that book anyways?'

If she truly wished to know, she could've easily peered into the past for an answer, but since Aria wasn't exactly the focal point of the party, she'd ignored her up to now and decided to continue ignoring her. 

"Even if she learned a few spells, she wouldn't be able to cast any godly magic," whispered her clone standing right beside her.