Zoemi didn't feel any better until the next day – where he was greeted at his door by an unexpected visitor.
"...what do I own the honor...?"
The black-haired boy asked the large man's abdomen before raising his head and glaring at his tanned face.
"Apparently you have been threatening me, boy."
Burdoff Mekhior Vereq, one of Aspakeony's corpse puppets serving as her Academy's current headmaster.
"Was that wrong?"
"..."
Zoemi smirked mockingly, making the corpse puppet squint his eyes and furrow his brows at such disrespectful behavior that Aspakeony never expected from the black-haired boy.
"You want to play a bad guy even in front of me?"
The necromancer asked through the mouth of her puppet – but Zoemi didn't budge at all at that comment.
"I'm only doing what is necessary."
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