Chapter 395: A Pinch of Prevention

Chapter 395: A Pinch of Prevention

I can practically feel her excitement in the air, as she eagerly waits to dive into the task at hand.

First, she focuses her attention on a long-deceased corpse, her hand outstretched. She doesn’t even need a line of qi from her, to cause the zombie to slowly climb to its feet.

And in all actuality, there isn’t any qi being used in a direct line from her to it.

...that's like how my healing aura works. Activating the skill at a point in space, rather than having a connection. Though, it still takes mana (qi, in her case).

I’m actually looking forward to when I get to where I can do that with my cultivation abilities, since having the line means that others can interfere in some way.

As she raises the zombie, she has it make multiple movements. Starting from the normal, where she has it walk around, to the silly, where she has it do backflips. Throughout the entire time, her face was lit up with pure delight, finally able to perform highly intricate movements she had never done before, especially with a creature with flesh on the bones.

When she has it do a triple cartwheel flip, I give a nice cheer of support, which breaks her out of her brief experiment. She gives a little yelp, which makes me chuckle at how focused she was.

With a blush of embarrassment, she raises the other zombies in the same way. Each of the lines connecting her to her skeletons disappears, one by one. Letting her control them from a distance, without the possibility of interference from others. With that, she raises zombies of all kinds, going from humans and animals, to even giant insects with rotting flesh still inside.

There’s even a zombie giant mole here now.

And she’s raising every single one, without even a hint of strain, something that would be remarkable for necromancer of the same level with these amounts.

That’s not where she stops, though, as I see her raise up different things from the still huge piles of bones. Specifically, the bones themselves.

It starts with a tiny ear bone. Then a femur. A broken ribcage.

Each of these individual bones starts hopping around.

This is where it begins.

Her original version of necromancy could only deal with full skeletons. Using them in the same ways that a normal body could.

Now, she can control things that were once living, regardless of whether or not they are intact.

It won’t be long until she can go even farther than that...

As if confirming my thoughts, I see her swiftly turn her attention over to something else that I prepared for her. Bone dust.

Like a spiraling line, the dust begins to rise and swirl piece by piece into the air.

Finally, I see some sweat from her.

Her eyes bore into intently onto each piece of dust, before she takes on large and large pieces of them. Making it grow from grains of bone to now merged chunks. Through her constantly flowing changes, I can see the myriad of things she’s trying to do, to make it a free-flowing dust cloud.

“Yes, Master James! I won’t let you down.”

“I know you won’t. However, there is one thing I wanted to let you know.

And now for the thing I came to tell her... and the reason I needed to raise her trust with me.

“...You need to not watch your brother as closely as you have.”

The instant that I say that, she goes on edge. Looking at me like a potential threat. I continue.

“I know you’ve noticed it... but he’s going out further and further because of you tracking him. You’ll put everyone at risk if you push him too far.”

I look her in the eyes to convey the seriousness of it.

“It’s a not a matter of if... but when, if you continue this.”

Unlike most people, she's glaring at me fixedly. Not turning her eyes away.

But I can see the wheels turning in her mind. As she considers my words, outside her emotions. The benefit of being a genius. She exhales rapidly before nodding.

“Fine. Yes, Master James.”

“Hmm?"

I quirk my eyebrow. Showing her I’m being forgiving with her tone and actions, but that I don’t appreciate it. Immediately, she reels back in her disrespect.

“...I’m sorry. I understand. Thank you for all you’ve done.”

I give a terse nod.

Whether it’s in this world or my previous one, deal with disrespect instantly and show them you won’t tolerate it. Otherwise, it will become a habit. And then, the standard.

I have to nip that in the bud, even if it initially hurts the relationship.

She bows again, before turning to head back to her place.

All around, the undead scatter to the various parts of the city. Ready for her to call them at a moment’s notice.

...alright. Now, what’s next?