So, fighting alongside a Necromancer was this exhilarating!
The only one struggling was the apprentice Priest—technically Lynch's senior—who was embedded with the army. He still wasn't used to being surrounded by so many Undead. It was especially difficult for him, as he had to constantly witness acts normally considered blasphemous—the creation of new Undead, the casting of spells like the Plague Poison Skill—which made it even harder to adapt.
At that moment, as he watched Lynch raise one Gnoll Skeleton after another and carry away Hog's corpse, his face was still pale. He was muttering sacred phrases like, "May my Lord protect me."
Lynch, however, paid it no mind. He walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said gently, "It's alright if you can't adapt right away, Senior Conrad."
Priest Conrad's expression eased slightly. 'This junior of mine is not only powerful, but he's also a pretty good person,' he thought to himself. 'Not as terrifying as the rumors claim.'
