Chapter: 56
Jay reluctantly touched the orb as the cool, calm and collected Sullivan’s mouth dropped.
“Wh—” Sullivan was speechless. It was as if reality itself was lying to him.
“How? What? A nec-“
“A necromancer.” Jay finally got to interrupt Sullivan’s sentence in return.
“But that’s a mon!” Sullivan realised he was yelling and whispered “But that’s a monster’s class…. I don’t even see how this is possible. And I know you’re the old butcher’s boy, so you definitely weren’t born a monster. How the hell could this happen…”
Sullivan was thinking as Jay interrupted his thoughts “Well, I think it was because I have been working as a butcher my whole life, you know – touching the meat of dead corpses, looking at it, analysing it and stuff? But that’s just my theory. To be honest, I have no clue if correlation equaled causation here, but… I’m not a monster.” Jay timidly said.
“Hmm… Yes, obviously you’re human, I’ve known your father since I myself became an adventurer. What I want to know is why you decided to hide it.”
“Well, simply because it’s a monster class. I thought I would be killed and seen as a monster.”
“Mm…. Ok I see. Can you tell me about your skills?”
Jay decided to tell him part of the truth “Well, I have this skill which raises a little mini-skeleton of a small creature, about the size of a dwarf or a goblin. It’s how I was able to level up so quickly – I had some help.”
“I see…. Anything else?” Sullivan sounded incredibly professional through the whole process.
Jay thought about using [Shift] and making his ashen ring into a levitating ring of bones floating around him, but he decided against it. It would only creep Sullivan out even more.
“No. But I think my class is a mix between dexterity and manacraft…”
“Ok I see. Well… I will keep your class as a swordsman for now – at least, that is what the records will show – but you will also be attending the manacraft training.”
“Th-Thank you sir. Thanks Sullivan. I… Please, don’t tell anyone. I think the nobles would kill me if they knew.”
“You’re safe. I’ll register you as a swordsman, and let you attend the manacraft class. If anyone asks, just say you’re part of an experiment for Sullivan.”
“Part of an experiment for Sullivan. Ok. Sure. Thank you.”
“You may leave. Just know that I’m keeping a close eye on you, Jay Hart.”
“Yes sir. Thank you. I-” Jay was cut off once more.
“Back to training. Go.” Sullivan pointed at the door. Jay was dismissed the same way Anya was.
“Yes. Thanks Sullivan. I’ll do my best” Jay said, full of thankfulness as he went to the door.
In a small office, a sharply dressed man works through papers, piling some of them up while he tosses others into the fireplace. He sips some brandy as he watches them burn. Suddenly, a knock sounds from his door.
“Enter.” His tired voice says.
A man with a sword strapped to his waist and leather armour walks in, smelling of sweat.