Strongest Necromancer System Chapter 724: Missing Each Other

That initial ability was already remarkably potent. Possessing an area-of-effect technique capable of simultaneously bolstering his followers' offensive prowess while debuffing his foes was exceedingly rare. Jason realized such a tool would become invaluable should his Bishops ever encounter adversaries vastly superior in strength against whom their standard strikes proved ineffective. Nevertheless, Jason harbored concerns regarding the high mana drain and the lengthy cooldown period. He scrutinized the system status bars of several Bishops, frowning as he calculated the precise duration they could sustain the skill before exhausting their reserves.

Rank I Bishops were limited to a mere sixty seconds of usage, whereas Rank II Bishops could sustain it for roughly one hundred seconds before running dry. Fortunately, Rank III Bishops managed two hundred seconds, yet Jason huffed in irritation, realizing he could not simply spam the ability recklessly. This was a technique capable of shifting the momentum of a confrontation in moments; had it lacked cooldowns or resource constraints, Jason surely would have left it toggled on indefinitely.

'Regardless, it hardly matters! With over three hundred Bishops at my disposal, I can stagger them into rotations. By activating the skill in intervals, I can bypass the system's imposed cooldowns entirely. Since the Legion replenishes mana rapidly, one contingent can recover while the other deploys the buff. It will create an endless cycle of debuffs, allowing me to dismantle any opposing army with ease.'

Jason’s grin widened at the thought; he realized he was about to exploit this ability to its absolute limit. Stripping away an opponent’s attack power was an irresistible strategic advantage, and he hungered to witness just how formidable his Legion would become with such leverage. His attention finally shifted to the second skill he had acquired, stirring even greater exhilaration than the first. This was his debut [Guaranteed Hit] ability, and reading its description elicited a dry chuckle. Having played chess, the logic was clear: Bishops traversed solely in forty-five-degree diagonals, so a guaranteed strike against targets positioned at exactly that angle made perfect sense.

'But I question what the system implies by ignoring distance and defenses. Does it signify that no barrier can withstand the strike? Or does it function like Vana’s causality-erasing power? I must test its true capabilities tomorrow.'

Jason exhaled a weary breath, closing the system interface before collapsing onto his bed. A full day of training followed by late-night Legion upgrades had left him drained. Hesabeth had diligently kept him company, eventually wearing herself out and drifting into deep slumber. Ignoring her presence resting against his chest, only one thought occupied his mind.

'I miss Gina.'

The intensity of longing for his lover overwhelmed him. This marked the longest period they had been out of contact, slated for a full week. Since childhood, their families' friendship meant they were inseparable, frequently spending entire days at one another's homes. As they matured, they continued this bond by choice. Despite the two-year gap—with Gina nearing her high school graduation while he entered his senior year—they remained constant companions, bonded by texts, shared friend groups, and frequent outings. Never once had a week passed without them speaking, making her current absence feel like a physical void. Three days had elapsed, and Jason dreaded the remaining four.

"Hmm~"

Glancing sideways at the softly moaning Hesabeth, Jason let out another quiet sigh, turned away, and shut his eyes. Only four days remained; he could endure it. Knowing Gina remained secure in Arandelle under the protection of Farlow and the elves was his only consolation.

....

[With Gina and Stella.]

"Argggghh~! I miss Jason terribly!!"

Gina’s cry of agony echoed through the bedroom. She lay sprawled across the bed, head dangling over the edge, looking utterly despondent as she watched Stella tidying the room in her maid attire. It was the morning of the fourth day in Arandelle. Despite her resolve to remain strong, the lack of news was causing her physical malaise and lightheadedness. The longing had spiraled out of control; she felt as though hearing his voice was a prerequisite for maintaining her sanity.

"Your Highness, please collect yourself. King Farlow was clear that we have no contact allowed until the seven days conclude—"

"I knowww~! But I miss him so much!"

Gina whined with childish frustration. Stella offered a sympathetic, wistful smile, understanding that no words could alleviate such profound craving. Theirs was a symbiotic connection, a mutual reliance that left a glaring hole when severed for such an duration. Stella, who had suffered the loss of her own fiancé to war, understood the nature of this ache, yet she knew Gina could not remain stagnant. Gina, clad only in a silk nightgown secured by a waist ribbon, presented a vulnerable silhouette—the fabric highlighting her frame and bare thighs. Stella knew Jason would have doted on this sight. Casting a large towel over Gina’s face, Stella ignored the girl’s glare and spoke gently.

"Your training session at the Lake of Remembrance approaches. I have prepared your bath, please go and refresh yourself."

"Ughh~!"

Covering her face with the towel again, Gina groaned. Stella paused, having hoped the training would serve as a welcome distraction, but it was clear Gina’s perspective didn't align.

"Your Highness, if you feel truly incapacitated, I can request an extension from King Farlow. Missing one day should not be catastrophic."

"No, absolutely not. I am already infringing upon Farlow’s hospitality here; I refuse to appear ungrateful. I will go to training."

With a miserable sigh, Gina hauled herself upright.