The framework of the plan was already set, now it was time to work on the details.
Benevirau and Miriette were easy enough to convince – Zoemi merely mentioned that he needs their help and they both immediately agreed with no questions asked.
With them, the only thing left was to explain what exactly they have to be ready for.
Aspaekony was a slightly different matter though.
"What? Hold on – you want me to just go and take all of my corpse puppets and sent them to die or something? Ghosts of Bellcpehora are the single group that you don't want to fight with numbers! Do you expect me to try and crush them with the overall weight of all my puppets or something? Because that would be the best shot, considering what those traitors have at their disposal!"
The gray-haired necromancer scoffed and raised her foot above the plushies and pillows she was buried in and pointed her toes at the black-haired boy with accusation.
"Come on. Please?
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