房客(糙汉)何璐程曜坤

"I considered it a few times but potty training her was already a nightmare and I get a migraine at the mere thought of the effort it would take to make her adjust to a collar so free roaming it is."

"..."

Zoemi shrugged his shoulders and responded with a stoic expression and didn\'t even blink while the flabbergasted Aspakeony was staring at him with her mouth half-open.

"Pffft...!"

After a few seconds, the dark-skinned girl snorted and had to block her mouth with one hand while wrapping her other arm around her stomach to block the violent outburst of laughter.

*rustle* *creak* *rustle* *click*

"...?!"

"HEY!"

The suspicious noise made the necromancer turn around alarmed, but it turned out to be only the red-haired girl getting her knees on the chair while staring daggers at her audacious attendant who felt absolutely no remorse about his words.

"Alright. I\'ll listen to you two, mister cheeky attendant, close the door after you enter."

As if appeased by the sight of Kierul\'s frustration Aspakeony smiled at the masked boy and playfully moved her hand almost brushing her fingertips against his chest but pulled out at the last moment.

...not paying attention to the lingering remains of a silver mist dissipating in the thin air...

The gray-haired necromancer returned to her desk while the masked attendant did as he was told and closed the door and assumed the position behind his master.

Both youngsters stayed silent waiting for the headmistress to sit back down in her undead armchair\'s lap...

"Now then.. hmm...?"

...which Aspakeony did without the slightest bit of suspicion, but immediately felt that something was wrong when it was too late.

*rustle*

"What in the...?!"

As she released a confused voice the corpse under her sprung alive and wrapped around her, holding her down firmly but respectively.

"?!?!?"

Aspakeony jolted her head back to glare in the face of her rebellious corpse puppet but after being unable to reestablish control she realized that despite looking the same, the corpse she was sitting on wasn\'t the same one she was using until that point!

After all, the connection with the real one was successfully reestablished but upon sharing the vision with it, the necromancer learned that it had been hurriedly thrown into the office\'s bathroom...!

With that, the only possible culprit of something so audacious could only be the pair in front of her...

"Now, since we have your undivided attention..."

Kierul raised her head with the most evil satisfied smile that Aspakeony saw in centuries and waved her hand dismissively toward her attendant.

The masked boy didn\'t even budge at the gesture but instead, it was the corpse grappling the gray-haired girl that began to change.

The robust body shrunk, the hair darkened and the face grew a half-broken porcelain mask...

In no time Aspakeony found herself sitting in the lap of another masked attendant...!

Or rather a perfect copy of the attendant whose injured right side of the face made him seem as if he was smirking diabolically despite keeping a serious expression.

"...you kids do understand that I could have this room filled with my puppets at any moment, don\'t you...?"

The gray-haired necromancer furrowed her brows as her voice turned ice-cold despite the warm embrace she was in.

"You can try."

"...what...?"

Kierul merely shrugged her shoulders and nodded up at the necromancer shocked by the reaction to a threat.

"Try. Go ahead and try to get as many corpses as you want here. Just as the two at the gate tried to stop us from entering, just like those audacious knight\'s from King\'s Guard, just as the Tallaran twins who thought they could do a thing, and just as that one water-wielding teacher tried to ambush us, and that light magician corpse that you\'ve sent to try and negotiate before you showed up your face. Try. Because that is the only thing you can do against us~"

"...!"

With a mocking smile and in a mocking voice the red-haired girl explained what she meant and observed as the powerful and respected necromancer could only bite her lips and lower her head slightly while continuing to glare at her.

"Oh my, what a scary look you have there~! Please, headmistress, let\'s not get confused here – I didn\'t bless you with my splendid appearance to threaten you and definitely not to cause trouble for you Academy."

Kierul\'s smile grew wider at the sight of the aged necromancer and she continued speaking without changing the tone of her voice.

"I\'ve heard that my attendant and I have been wrongly assumed dead and I simply want to clear the mistake and ask for my basic right as a magic-wielding member of the aristocracy."

The red-haired girl revealed and the mocking smile on her face subsided to a mere smirk as her eyes grew serious.

"...you... You simply want to become a student just as you should...?"

Aspakeony fidgetted and asked in disbelief.

"Yes. I ask for the basics. A room for my attendant, a room in the dormitory for me, a school uniform... being placed in the same class as young lord Grazio Mera Victureo..."

Kierul simply nodded in confirmation and counted what she wanted on the fingers of one hand.

"If you just wanted to be recognized as alive and be readmitted to the Academy you should have contacted your family. It would save me three light attribute puppets, you know?"

The gray-haired necromancer squinted her eyes and grumbled at the red-haired girl while shifting her position in the masked attendant copy\'s lap.

"Oh, the main Helterose family have their own set of problems and I don\'t feel like bothering them. Aren\'t I a praiseworthy descendant?"

Kierul shrugged her shoulders, crossing her legs and sending Aspakeony a triumphant look.

"And what is that you really want?"

The necromancer certainly wasn\'t in the mood for whatever game the red-haired girl was playing in front of her and she scoffed while shifting her position again.

"Lady Aspakeony, what we want from you is the protection you extend over every student of your Academy. You command gite respect amongst the aristocracy of the kingdom of Bellcephora and my lady honestly wants to enjoy her time as a student... something that will not happen without your good will... also..."

The masked attendant behind the red-haired girl supported himself on the backrest of the seat his master was in and leaned forward while speaking softly to the grim-looking necromancer before stopping for a moment releasing quite a bothered aura.