|Of course, it's not a coincidence, this world is similar to a game and there is MAGIC it's only natural that there is a way to stay young forever, and OBVIOUSLY someone like that would be the headmaster of the Academy... Well... at least she looks older than me...|
The black-haired boy shook his head before turning his head to look at Aspakeony's face.
"Oh? What is it, pretty boy, you want a kiss?"
"!!!"
The gray-haired girl noticed his gaze and winked at him confidently, causing Zoemi to flinch and look away in embarrassment.
"Alright – we have that out of the way, now, you must promise me that you will tell me if the Ghosts will contact you – just in case, alright?"
Aspakeony furrowed her brows, making a serious expression, and looked the black-haired boy in the eyes.
"Yeah, sure, why not."
Zoemi was in a kind of awkward position to refuse but at the same time, he didn't really have a reason to refuse the gray-haired necromancer's request.
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