93 - that is a Death Sentence

“…Haha. Should I have just humored them?”

Yair smiled bitterly as he looked at the woman in the maid outfit looking down at him.

More accurately, at the evil entity that must be watching this entire situation from behind her.

When asked to boast about his evil deeds, he ended up answering truthfully.

If he had just pretended to be a suitably cruel necromancer, he might have passed safely.

But that didn’t suit his temperament.

‘No. I’d rather die.’

He couldn’t deny his own convictions.

Ever since he learned necromancy, the world had always despised him.

“What? Dark Magic? Get out of our village right now, you monster!”...