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-Prince Derian ordered us.
-Our target was Prince Barus.
-He said that he simply was not brave enough to kill you, master. He told us not to harm you in the slightest.
Four semi-transparent souls floating in the air said those things to me.
As for that 'master' bit, it seemed that they were talking about me.
I couldn't hide my own surprised face while staring at the souls of the assassins.
They were currently made out of divinity, but hell, forget about being under intense 'torture' as the ancient Necromancy grimoire had said, it looked more like they had finally become free in my eyes.
I was actually having a conversation with the purified souls right now.
'The thing I couldn't do back in Ronia fiefdom, I finally got to do it here.'
I recalled the Witch Morgana incident from back then. I wanted to interrogate her after she turned into an undead, but my skill level was waaay too low and I was unable to converse with the dead at the time.