When Zoemi from the different timeline came to his senses he realized that even in real life his nose was touching the necromancer's nose, and boy was her face hot, Zoemi could almost see the steam rising from the girl's head.
"Ah! I'm sorry!"
Zoemi finally, let go of Aspakeony's wrist and backed away bashfully.
"..."
The mighty necromancer, so much older and with much more life experience than him was looking to the side with a so-happy-that-almost-dumb expression and fanning her face with one hand.
With the impossible memory still fresh in his head Zoemi cleared his throat and asked.
"Aspakeony... Have we... Met before...? Could it be that you knew me before my mother passed away or something...?"
He asked very carefully.
Actually, this was the very first time that Zoemi thought about his parent from this world since he was picked up by Mizoe.
Aaah... Such an ungrateful son this one was... He didn't even know where that woman was buried...
"Whaaat? Of course not! Silly!"
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