Chapter 13. Angelina

 “Who’s shy here? You know what this jacket was like? Everyone dreamed of having such a thing! Ah, what do you know anyway?”

Reive gave a wave of his hand and huffed angrily. It seemed to me I hadn’t had such fun for a long time.

For some time, we just looked silently at each other, and I was even managing to get used to Zomzom’s silent presence. By the way, I began to like his name more and more as if no other name could suit the undead.

“Reive, aren’t you going to... kill the zombie?” I said thoughtfully.

The undead shifted his scary but altogether too clever gaze to the necromancer.

“No way.”

The dead eyes flashed red then went dull.

“I’ll need a servant and a porter soon,” he continued. “And to expend my energy on raising someone else is...”

“To expend your energy on raising the dead?” I snorted. “In such a situa