Chapitre 550: Relocating Loneliness

Moving boxes didn't seem like a very necromancer-ish thing to do. 

Quite a far cry from summoning hordes of the undead, or devastating entire lands with rot and decay… but I guess even Sera has her downtimes.

For curiosity's sake, I kept my distance, hung back a bit… a little interested to know just how long she could hold out, out here - way out of her comfort zone.

Bizarrely enough, the entire community kinda just accepted her, unanimously relegating her to the role of the odd one doing odd jobs.

From what I've heard from gossip here and there, some folks had tried involving her in more important jobs - but apparently, Sera did not know her way around a plug and an outlet resulting in a short circuit of the entire electrical system.

Another time, she was given the duty of raking the leaves. But I guess she must have realized how much of a bore that was, 'cause she just walked off from her task without a single cleared patch of grass to her name.