Strongest Necromancer System Chapter 718: Give Me A Chance

When Jason took Riyala as his subsequent lover, he remained oblivious to Richard’s history of plural marriages. Consequently, discovering that Richard had long anticipated Jason bringing multiple women into his life due to the inherited Avaran Gene struck him as hilariously ironic! It appeared his father possessed an uncanny grasp of Jason’s nature, perhaps even deeper than Jason himself. Yet, a frown marred his features upon reading the warnings regarding the necessity of selecting the right companions and the turmoil caused by Richard’s first wife. Jason couldn't help but wonder what level of chaos had left his father sounding so utterly spent.

’This must be grave indeed, if he feels the need to offer such a stern caution,’ he mused.

Jason exhaled a steady breath, reviewing that specific passage before choosing to set it aside for the moment. Since he had yet to encounter Richard’s first wife or any of her offspring, he concluded it was best to reserve judgment and strategy until a face-to-face meeting occurred.

The section concerning the Court of Apostles intrigued him in a peculiar fashion. While Jason understood he was affiliated with a certain Court of Dead Apostles, he suspected this referenced an entirely distinct organization. Was he truly expected to seek out the Angel Rak’hael to decipher these mysteries? Irritation pricked at him as his thoughts drifted back to a Council assembly he had attended long ago. Rak’hael had been a prominent detractor of both him and Riyala; at the time, he assumed her animosity stemmed from their defiance of Council edicts. Could the truth simply be that she harbored a prejudice against the Avaran race?

’Is she, at her core, just a bigot?’

He pondered the query, finding his father’s request that he somehow sway Rak’hael to be utterly bewildering. His recollections of her were entirely negative! Nevertheless, as this was a critical objective, he resolved to seek answers. Once he reached Earth to ensure his family’s safety, he would attempt to orchestrate a meeting with her.

Jason refused to dwell on the absurdity regarding the women his father had left at the altar. Why his father would even find himself in such situations to begin with was beyond him. With a weary sigh, he shoved those thoughts away, fully aware they might eventually demand his attention. Closing the system interface, he stared out over the tranquil gardens with a composed expression.

’If only there were a way to send a reply.’

He knew Richard had established this as a unilateral communication channel, likely to preserve his secrecy and prevent anyone from tracking his whereabouts. Yet, a part of Jason ached to share the details of his life: to speak of his upcoming wedding to Gina, the child they anticipated, and the continued wellbeing of Mira and the others back on Earth. So much remained unsaid, and the uncertainty of his father's survival weighed heavily on him. The message had been dispatched across the Primordial Expanse three years prior; by now, things might have shifted irrevocably.

’No, he lives. My heart tells me he persists. He is alive.’

Huffing to steady himself, he shook his head to banish such somber reflections. His father was far too formidable to perish so easily.

"What has you lost in thought, hmmm~?"

A hand drifted playfully over Jason’s shoulders from behind. Glancing back, he saw Hesabeth, a sly, knowing smile gracing her lips. She pressed closer, chin resting on his shoulder, and prodded him for conversation. Jason merely shrugged, turning his head aside while dismissing her inquiry as trivial. Her sigh was quiet as she tightened her grip, softly asking, "Why refuse me, Jason? I am making every effort for you to truly know me. I am aware you have other partners; do not pretend this is an impossible scenario. I have never desired a man with the intensity I feel for you. When you dismiss me without even a chance, it… it wounds me."

A gentle breeze stirred the garden flora as Jason remained silent for several moments, gathering his thoughts before responding. "You are requesting a commitment I cannot offer, Hesabeth. Not like this. You are an extraordinary woman—prideful, bold, and possessed of a tongue sharp as cold steel—but I see the side of you that is caring and willing to sacrifice everything for those you love. Any man would be fortunate to hold your affection. But my heart belongs to Gina. I am more concerned with sparing her grief than shielding you from disappointment. Until I am certain I will not harm her, I cannot reciprocate your feelings."

Her grip on his shoulders tightened, and he sensed a tremor pass through her frame. Clearly, she was unaccustomed to such blunt rejection. As a queen and the favorite child of the Primordial Expanse, she had never known true hardship, let alone being turned away. Yet here she was, pouring herself out to a man who prioritized a target halfway across the world over her presence now. It underscored that his heart was firmly occupied. Rumors of Jason and Gina’s perfection were widespread across the worlds they inhabited, turning their romance into a legend sung by traveling bards. Acceptance of her position clearly stung, yet she struggled to reconcile with the reality that she might never occupy that primary space in his heart.

He waited with patience as she regained her composure. Her shuddering ceased, and she released his neck, moving to sit on the blanket across from him. Her expression became unreadable, a mask of calm, as she reached out to offer him a cake with a thin smile. "Here. It is a special Fea Berry confection from Minori; I am certain it will suit your tastes."

Surprised by the sudden shift in theme, he offered no resistance. He knew well enough not to force her if she wished to hide her feelings, though his promise to support her stood firm should she ever truly need him. He accepted the reddened cake and took a bite, nodding as the flavor registered—it was indeed exquisite. Suddenly, a mischievous flicker ignited in her eyes.

"Beware, there is a love potion infused within, designed to make you fall for the next person you see."

"Excuse me?"

Jason stared at her in utter disbelief. A heartbeat of silence hovered in the garden before she clapped a hand to her mouth, erupting in laughter. "Pfft! Puahahahahahah! You should see the look on your face! Truly ridiculous! Hahahaha!"

She collapsed backward, overcome with fits of laughter, while Jason scoffed, shaking his head as he finished the cake. He knew full well no such magic existed—his senses would have detected the sorcery immediately—but her performance had been convincing enough to catch him off guard. Watching her mirth, he couldn't help but chuckle as well, and within moments, both shared a genuine moment of laughter beneath the warm light.