Companion

“Hngh, heh heh… So that’s how it is. Though I, too, have gone down in history, neither you nor your father managed to. Poor firebird.”

The old man who called himself Elaha, the Necromancer,

said so, looking at me with a pleased, sneering expression.

“Dana, Dana, Dana, Dana…! If you’d still been alive, I would have torn you apart and killed you a thousand, ten thousand times over, yet you ran away like this…!”

The Necromancer suddenly flew into a rage like a madman.

“It can’t be helped. I’ll just have to satisfy myself with you instead. If you want someone to blame, blame your insolent ancestor and that worthless god.”

…What on earth did Dana do to earn this kind of passionate love?

Even I find that a bit disturbing.

-Quiet. He was always like that.

“At least it seems certain that you’re our enemy.”...