Irelia stopped walking immediately—so abruptly that even the snow seemed to protest beneath her boots.
Amelia opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again, unable to formulate anything for a few seconds.
Sylphie simply stared at Kael as if he had just announced that he had decided to become a dragon in his spare time.
"…N-necromancy?" Amelia finally managed to utter, her voice caught between shock and indignation. "Like… NECROMANCY necromancy? The forbidden kind? The kind that takes your soul, cooks it, seasons it, and serves it on a silver plate to the wrong entity?! THAT NECROMANCY?"
Kael shrugged, as if he had been asked what flavor of tea he had for breakfast.
"Yes. That's the one."
Sylphie's eyes widened, the green mana escaping in an involuntary spasm around her, like leaves being blown by a sudden wind.
"Kael… necromancy isn't just forbidden. It's dangerous. It's unstable. It's—"
"—controlled, in my case." Kael finished, with the utmost calm. "I said it was fine."
