All Chapters of Do not awaken the Undead king: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The question was so direct and severe the necromancer was tempted to tell the truth. The whole truth, not just parts of it. Was the time really ripe? Especially since the girl would hardly like everything, he had planned.As he walked again around Ihordarrine’s slums, he felt the satisfying vibrations of magic in his chest, flowing through his anarel in huge amounts. The deaths of bums and killers were restoring his former strength all too quickly. He was literally bursting with the desire to take in everything at once. He wanted to take action right now. However, he was trying to restrain himself at least for Angelina’s sake. How long would his patience hold?On the other hand, however long he delayed his confession, her reaction would still be the same. It wasn’t worth deceiving himself. One way or another, he pretended not to understand what she was asking and diverted the conversation in the direction he wanted, “I spent all day

he following morning, the necromancer appeared in the suite he and Angelina shared. He couldn’t return there at night knowing what would happen in just a few hours. His feet refused to take him to their rooms, and his heart felt completely empty. Only the Dark was seething in challenge, burning his anarel and asking for more deaths.When the door opened and the girl appeared at the entrance fully dressed and ready to leave, the necromancer met her with a bow and a calm smile, “You look marvelous, my dear fiancée,” he said, kissing her hand and noticing with pleasure that her blush was in place.“Thank you,” Angelina answered, adjusting the hem of her beautifully ironed dress of blue Thessalian silk. “Are we going to accompany the king?”“Yeah,” Reive nodded, taking her by the arm.“Is His Majesty planning to ride the shellmougr?” it seemed the little necromancer was really interested

Everything was in a fog. It was as if I’d had a hideous nightmare. I’d appeared on the square in front of the castle, and beside me, there was the Undead King holding my hand. Not Reive, but the Undead King. The cold Dark was clouding his eyes and twilight aura was pulsating around his body. Like around a really powerful necromancer.Except I couldn’t see anything of it. Because I lacked the ability to discern a necromancer’s anarel, and even less to see the darkness around.However, when I opened my eyes, it all turned out to be true.Reive was holding me in his arms and behind his back, the huge dragon had spread his wings out on the ground. His bones were rattling against the stonework. He was striking sparks with his tail and scattering dust and brick crumbs around him. Monstrous teeth were chattering in his maw, and bloodshot eyes were looking straight at me. As if he wanted to say something.Reive was carrying me towards him.

After a little while, I also went downstairs after the necromancer. Two garrison guards were already waiting for me at the exit. It turned out they’d been ordered to accompany me to my rooms.“Am I a prisoner now?” I asked, not believing my eyes.“Not at all. In no way,” one of them answered. “You can walk freely around the castle territory. On the streets, two soldiers will accompany you. Security has been notified. But you’re not allowed to go outside the castle.”“So that’s how it is ...” I muttered.Well, probably, some would consider this shocking. Some might even decide this was an obnoxious deprivation of freedom. For me, it was quite different. Since there was nowhere to go, so I hadn’t been planning to leave. I quietly began to turn over in my mind thoughts on how best to avoid bloodshed and to influence the Undead King. And to do this, I needed to stay close to him.S

I was afraid to suppose anything. I was too used to thinking I had no more ability than a gifted raccoon. Now, there was hope inside me that I’d be able to do magic. It wasn’t by chance I could see much more than before. And it wasn’t by chance the Dark around me seemed so soft and obedient. And calm. As if it was a continuation of myself.Maybe the right thing to do was get back to my rooms and try the spell there. However, I was eager to do it right now. That’s why I climbed up to the broad windowsill on one of the flights of stairs, where I was quite unlikely to come across servants or guards, and nervously smoothed out the sheet of paper.The Ashgenrian letters greeted me with familiar characters. I knew each one of them, every combination and their pronunciation. But still, I was worried.That’s why I flicked through the sheet of paper again and began to read, “Ershelier vajen tarte ilf tunger raidoh verten, Rastal ufarre