Strongest Necromancer System Chapter 712: A Perfectly Normal Day

"Come, let us sit and talk. My servants will soon bring out our breakfast, so we must be comfortable for such a lengthy conversation."

Jason let Hesabeth guide him toward the expansive blanket spread across the grass beneath a towering tree. As they approached, Jason pulled his hand away and settled onto one edge of the blanket. Hesabeth hurried to claim the spot next to him, but Jason shook his head and gestured firmly to the other side. Her cheeks puffed out in an adorable pout, and Jason merely arched an eyebrow at her playful behavior before pointing with greater insistence. With a click of her tongue, Hesabeth complied and took the indicated seat, then faced Jason with a frown and declared:

"You should consider yourself lucky that I am such a magnanimous woman, but even my patience runs thin at times. You will not dictate my actions in this relationship."

"We’re not in a relationship, Hesabeth."

"Not yet! But when we do enter a relationship, you’ll be my lover, not my master!"

"Mhmm, sure, sure. Just tell me what I want to know."

Jason dismissed Hesabeth’s protests with a casual wave, causing her face to flush crimson as she lifted her hand to swat at him in frustration! Yet Hesabeth halted and exhaled deeply, recognizing the futility of such an action! She covered her face with one hand and drew in a steadying breath to regain her calm! Why did Jason always unravel her so effortlessly!? It felt as if she reverted to a childlike state in his presence! Deep down, Hesabeth wouldn’t confess that her behavior stemmed from the safety she felt with him, allowing her defenses to drop! Jason was among the rare few who perceived her true self, not the revered offspring of the Primordial Expanse who commanded the world’s desires! Her haughty demeanor toward others arose from her justified sense of superiority, but Jason altered that dynamic. He could challenge her on any front, freeing Hesabeth to simply be authentic!

Through her fingers, Hesabeth glanced at Jason, spotting him reclined on his palms, gazing at the sunlight filtering through the foliage. Runes adorned his form, evoking images of legendary fighters from her childhood tales, while his flowing locks danced in the breeze, radiating a serene vibe that captivated her. Truthfully, a significant draw for Hesabeth toward Jason lay in his immunity to her influence, letting him view her genuinely. Even if her powers had swayed him, she’d still find him compelling due to his striking masculinity! Merely observing Jason ignited a fiery warmth in her belly, and she hadn’t noticed herself nibbling her lip as she eyed his physique like a prowling predator.

"Hesabeth."

"!"

Jason’s voice jolted Hesabeth back to the present, and she was startled to find the meal already served by her attendants! He regarded her with an elevated brow, and realization dawned that she’d been lost in admiration of his build! Embarrassment scorched her face, turning it vividly scarlet, and she swiftly addressed the trio of diminutive servants lingering nearby, awaiting commands.

"Leave us."

At her curt directive, the servants bowed and scurried indoors. Hesabeth then focused on the spread, filling two cups with tea as she continued.

"So, you were asking about the outside world. Well, there’s a lot that happened since you were asleep..."

Jason sensed Hesabeth’s intent to brush off the prior moment, and he chuckled softly while accepting the tea cup she offered and setting it down. A faint blush lingered on her cheeks, and he noted her avoidance of his gaze as she sipped from her own vessel. Moments later, Hesabeth met his eyes, prompting Jason to burst into laughter as her complexion deepened to an even brighter shade!

"Don’t laugh at me!"

She slammed her cup onto the ground, shooting Jason a fierce glare, yet her flushed skin and endearing expression only amplified her charm! This fueled Jason’s mirth further, and Hesabeth’s embarrassment mounted until she joined in with a giggle, the pair sharing amusement over her fluster! Several minutes passed before their laughter subsided, and Jason broke the silence.

"I had no idea you could actually feel embarrassed about anything."

Hesabeth’s brow furrowed.

"What are you talking about? Of course, I feel embarrassed about things too."

With a shrug, Jason gestured toward her and remarked:

"I don’t know, you just always seem so in control every time we met, and everything I heard about you made it look like you were some almighty being that never made any mistakes. The perfect woman."

Hesabeth stared into her tea, her scowl intensifying. She grasped why others viewed her thus, having always projected flawlessness. Indeed, she embodied perfection, leaving no cause for doubt. Yet Jason’s words stirred an odd discomfort within her. A subtle dissatisfaction stirred in her chest, its origin eluding her. When she replied, her tone revealed raw fragility.

"Is that what you see me as, Jason? Do you think I’m perfect as well?"

Jason murmured thoughtfully, and Hesabeth averted her gaze, bracing for his response. She puzzled over her own query. Strangely, she rejected the idea of Jason perceiving her as others did. It seemed irrational, but she yearned for him to see her imperfections! He detected the underlying insecurity in her words, recognizing its significance. Had she posed this days earlier, Jason would have affirmed without hesitation. As the world’s favored, Hesabeth’s every wish materialized effortlessly, marking her as ideal. But after clashing with her and witnessing her unguarded moments, he refused to label her so.

"No, you’re not perfect. You’re just a regular woman who blushes while staring at a man’s chest, and who just so happens to be protected by the world itself. A perfectly normal woman."

Hope flickered in Hesabeth’s eyes as she lifted her gaze upon hearing of her imperfections, but the follow-up description reignited her blush fiercely, leading to a light laugh as she sipped more tea.

"You enjoy embarrassing people, don’t you?"