Modern World Warlock-Chapter 344: The Necromancer’s Home

Somewhere on the outskirts of the corrupted city of Limsa, a mansion stood tall near the edge of the death ichor plaguing the streets. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Inside, Camille sat alone in a living room, trying to think of a way to contact her allies.

After the handler agreed to go with Netherius to prevent him from killing others, the necromancer took her to his current home and asked her to wait for him patiently.

The man even confiscated Camille's talisman, which protected her from the ichor's corruption. Fortunately, the inside of the mansion wasn't corrupted, so the handler was able to walk and breathe freely.

However, she couldn't even exit into the yard, as it was wholly covered in death's ichor, essentially locking her in the estate.

Camille still didn't comprehend why the necromancer was so infatuated with her, but it seemed like she could take advantage of the situation if she played along instead of defying him.

While sitting on a couch beside a coffee table, a young man and woman in butler suits entered the room.

Their complexions were as pale as paper, and their eyes had an aquamarine glow, which the handler knew was a signature feature of the undead.

Moreover, the two of them had a long scar circling around their neck as if they had been decapitated in the past.

"Could we offer you a drink, My Lady?" The man said while politely bowing to her.

"Sure… Can I get some water?" Camille replied, making the man leave to prepare a glass.

The female butler stayed and asked if Camille was hungry, as she could cook almost any dish that she desired. However, the handler was everything but hungry.

Instead, she decided to ask the undead woman a few questions.

"You are an undead, correct?" Camille asked, placing a hand on her chin.

The servant silently nodded, maintaining a polite and reverent attitude.

"I see…" Camille muttered, gazing at the woman's hand and noticing that the shade of her skin looked a bit different from the rest of her body.

When the handler asked the woman if she had been decapitated, she shook her head, explaining that it wasn't her body that had been severed.

"What?" The handler questioned the undead, thinking that the woman wasn't making any sense.

With a monotone voice and a face devoid of expressions, the undead servant explained that all of the people who worked at the estates of the Onyx Cartel leaders were killed by Netherius.

To gain full control and loyalty of his subordinates, it was easier for him to kill them all and bring them back to life as undead under his command.

However, some of the bodies were too mangled and destroyed to be of any use. Hence, the necromancer took the body parts of different people and stitched them together before placing a soul inside of them.

Camille listened attentively and tried to stay calm as the undead told her horrific story.

The soul of the woman who was inserted into the crafted body couldn't remember anything about her life. Still, she knew that not a single part of her body belonged to her.

When the servant rolled up one of her sleeves, she showed Camille another set of stitch scars around her wrist and elbow, letting her know that her arm was made from three different people.

The handler was unsettled and a bit scared when she first saw the two undead servants, but after hearing the woman talk while showing her scars stoically, she began to feel pity for them.

After the undead butler arrived with her glass of water, Camille took a sip and kept inquiring about Netherius.

Since the necromancer gave the undead servants the order to follow Camille's commands, they didn't mind answering any questions.

The handler was curious to know why she had been chosen to become Netherius' wife. The necromancer never expressed that sort of interest, at least not based on the information Dante had given her.

Still, for whatever reason, Netherius was determined to make Camille his wife.

"I'm afraid I don't know the answer…" One of the servants replied while the other stayed silent.

"Give me your best guess," Camille continued.

The undead woman dropped her head laterally, scanning Camille's body with her eyes and wondering if it had something to do with her 'latent energy,' which resembled the necrotic energy used by Netherius.

"My eyes aren't perfect, so I can never be sure of what I'm seeing. However, it looks like an entity closely related to death has left something within you…" The undead servant replied, clarifying that it wasn't dangerous.

When Camille tried to think of a reason for the appearance of the supposed energy inside her body, she could only come up with Cerberus, as it was the only creature from another world who had spent the longest with her.

Cerberus was the Guardian of the Abyssal Gates that led to the Sea of the Dead and the Acheron River. In a way, he was closely related to death, making her ponder if the dog was responsible for the strange energy inside of her.

The dog almost never left the handler's side, but she thought that it was because she pampered him the most by buying huge slabs of meat and bones for him.

As she remembered how Netherius easily dealt with Saris, Camille felt glad that she had asked Cerberus not to come with her, afraid that the dog would suffer a similar fate.

Suddenly, while Camille kept pondering and talking with the undead servants, they were interrupted when they heard someone coming into the mansion, prompting Camille to clench her fists with apprehension and slight fear.

However, when she turned the corner and looked at the visitor, she spotted another undead woman entering the hall, wearing slick, light black armor with two daggers on her waist.

"I know you…" Camille spoke up, remembering the face of the woman who had invaded the Jade Palace not long ago.

She had only seen her on the camera footage of their home, but she could easily recognize her outfit and weapons.

"Vesnia, was it?" The handler continued, noticing that compared to the other undead, who seemed to be emotionless, Vesnia had an angry frown.

'This might be my chance…' Camille thought, coming up with an idea to escape the necromancer's estate.