Blessed By A Yandere Goddess

Chapter 43: Pseudo Necromancy

Ronan and Sarael found themselves on the Spiderweb’s shooting range.

In reality, it was just a wide room with buckets on the far wall, each one sporting a crudely drawn face that was probably supposed to be a monster.

It was cozy, but whoever built it was definitely saving on the budget.

According to the man who’d opened the door for them, that was intentional. Having a cheap branch meant that if their position got compromised, they could relocate without being financially crippled.

A fate that had befallen one high-ranked fixer who’d tried to build a so-called "underground capital," only to see it compromised within weeks of its construction.

Ronan didn’t need to be discreet about using the range. There was no one testing it.

Right now, almost everyone was either drinking, gambling, planning, or sleeping. It was nearing three in the morning.

No one was going to waste energy on practice for jobs that wouldn’t start until tomorrow.

"Summon."

The shadow behind him swirled, and the figure of the now-dead Sebastian Filgree rose from the darkness. He wore the same clothes he’d died in.

A neat black suit and pants, though his red necktie had turned violet now that he was a shadow. His hair and eyes had shifted too, both now a dark purple that marked him as something no longer human.

Ronan couldn’t help but gush a little. He’d always liked necromancers, ever since he’d seen that old clip of an S-Rank holding back an unstable Gate with an army of humanoid undead.

The image had stuck with him for years.

"D-Damn... okay, now that’s good."

He smiled, one hand coming up to force his face into something more neutral and failing horribly.

"Are you satisfied?"

Sarael asked.

"Satisfied? I’m...!"

Ronan stopped. The memory of Sarael’s outburst about the bow flickered through his mind.

Yeah, he wasn’t going to repeat that. Especially with hunters and civilians just on the other side of the wall, separated by nothing but old brick.

"Yeah, just that. Definitely just that!"

He crossed his arms, still smiling but more controlled now.

"Good to hear~"

Now that Sarael was satisfied, it was time to actually test out the summon.

Specifically, its intelligence.

Something Ronan had been curious about ever since Tartarus-B. The skitter had understood basic commands. The flesh golem had been too mindless to test.

But a human shadow? Someone who’d been thinking and scheming and betraying his guild just hours ago?

That was different.

Ronan faced the purple-eyed figure standing motionless before him and asked his first question.

"Ahem, tell me your name."

"Sebastian Filgree, awaiting orders, master."

Ronan raised a brow; it was a promising answer. It was time for a more specific question. He needed to know if this thing had an opinion.

"Tell me your opinion on the guild you worked for. The one you betrayed."

Sebastian’s violet eyes flickered, the first sign of something beyond blank obedience.

"The guild was weak. They hoarded information, useful information. I sold them because they were too stupid to actually leverage them."

"And the client you sold those secrets to?"

"A rival guild. They paid well. Fifty million for three documents. The last one was still in transit when you killed me."

Ronan exchanged a glance with Sarael.

"So you’re not just a summon," Ronan said. "Do you have all your memories?"

"Rest assured, I am him. Refined and filtered for master’s use. The weaknesses of his personality have been removed. Disloyalty to you is impossible."

"That’s convenient."

"Very, master."

Ronan uncrossed his arms, circling the summon slowly. The purple eyes tracked him, but the body remained still, hands clasped behind its back.

"So you remember? Everything?"

"Every living second, even the memories the previous owner of this soul had forgotten."

Ronan stopped circling. A human shadow with full access to a B-Rank hunter’s memories, loyal by default, incapable of betrayal, and stripped of whatever "weaknesses" had made the original Sebastian a liability.

This wasn’t just a combat summon.

It was a full-on intelligent entity capable of serving in every field.

"What about your abilities? Can you still fight?"

"I retain all combat skills from life. My abilities determined by your Shadow Consume. Two hundred percent of my original stats."

Ronan did the math in his head.

A B-Rank hunter at two hundred percent was edging into A-Rank territory. Not quite there, but close enough to matter in a fight where he already had the golem’s inheritance and Sarael at his side.

He was building an army.

Not a big one.

Not yet. He was still limited to two summons, technically one, considering he was still inheriting another.

But the foundations were there. Two flesh golems in storage, one B-Rank hunter summon active, a goddess for a wife, and his own stats climbing with every kill.

"Alright, Sebastian. One more question."

"Ask, master."

"If I ordered you to walk into that bar right now and start a conversation with the man at the door, could you pass as human?"

Sebastian’s purple eyes drifted toward the door, then back to Ronan.

"The discoloration would raise questions. But if I wore sunglasses and kept to dim lighting, yes. I could pass for several hours before physical discrepancies became noticeable."

"Good enough."

Sarael pushed off the wall and walked over, her arms wrapping around his from behind. Her chin rested on his shoulder, and her violet hair tickled his cheek.

"You’re happy."

"I’m happy."

"You looked like a kid who just got his first weapon, it’s cute~"

Ronan laughed under his breath. That was exactly how he felt. All those years as a porter, watching necromancers and summoners command armies from the back lines, thinking that could never be him.

Now he had one shadow with full memories and combat capabilities. And storage space for two more. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

And now, it was time for the final test: to see its combat skills firsthand.