Strongest Necromancer System Chapter 726: Different Forms of Training

Gina gazed down as Gerael approached; she set the princess aside and pulled the young maid into a warm embrace, stroking her hair with a radiant smile. As Gerael blushed, clearly pleased by the affection, Gina leaned forward, resting her hands against her knees to address the duo directly.

"Now then, what brings you two lovely ladies out here today? I certainly hope you aren't planning to interrupt my Cultivation sessions. King Farlow was quite explicit—I am only to socialize once my training is complete—and he would be incredibly displeased if you hindered my progress. However, between us, if two adorable little girls were to 'kidnap' me for the entire day, there would be absolutely nothing I could do. My hands would be tied by your charms."

Gina lowered her tone to a conspiratorial whisper, eliciting giggles from both girls as she gave them a playful wink. Heriet couldn't help but beam at her.

"You’re just looking for an excuse to play hooky, aren’t you?"

Gina clutched her chest in mock indignation, feigning shock.

"How could you suggest such a thing? I am your father's most disciplined student! If I falter, it is only because I am defenseless against your wicked cuteness!"

With a gentle pinch to Heriet's cheek, she watched the girl chuckle. Moments later, Heriet prompted Gerael to reveal their surprise. Gerael reached into a hidden storage space, producing a small box wrapped in fabric. Gina blinked, taken aback, and murmured softly.

"Is that... something to eat?"

"Mhmm! Gerael and I wanted to express our gratitude for yesterday! We know you were exhausted from training, yet you were so wonderful to us. So, we visited the kitchens to prepare something delicious! Well, Gerael did most of the work, but I helped slice the vegetables! We truly hope it’s to your liking!"

Gina stood in momentary bewilderment as she carefully accepted the container. She stared at it, a wave of sincere warmth washing over her heart. Looking at the two girls, that feeling deepened until it threatened to overwhelm her. Noticing Gina's unmoving expression, Heriet’s smile faltered.

"Oh... you don't like it?"

Startled by the question, Gina realized the misunderstanding; she dropped to her knees, set the box aside, and pulled both girls into a crushing hug. She exhaled a ragged breath, her pulse racing. The surge of emotions was nearly impossible to contain, yet amidst the chaos, one thing was certain: she adored this. If this was a glimpse into motherhood, she couldn't wait for that day to arrive.

"I love it dearly. Thank you both so much."

The girls reciprocated her hug, and after a few more squeezes and kisses to their cheeks, she pulled away.

"I promise, not a single crumb will remain! You have my word."

Laughing, the duo thanked her with one final hug before launching themselves into the air, waving as they departed. With a motherly smile, Gina took the meal to the garden. The guards posted at the entrance bowed low as she walked past; she returned the gesture before kicking off her shoes and stepping into the greenery. Once she had vanished, one guard sniffled and wiped his eye. His companion stared at him, expressionless.

"You cannot be serious. Are you actually crying?"

The first guard sniffed again. "Hah, you lack children, so you wouldn't understand. That was just... incredibly moving."

The second guard merely rolled his eyes, surrounded by soft-hearted fools.

....

[With Jason and Hesabeth]

"Look, I value any chance to test your mettle, and I never turn down the joys of leaving a mark, yet even this seems excessive. What exactly did you call this weapon again?"

Hesabeth frowned, lifting a silver spear toward the sky. The weapon crackled with pure, iridescent energy, pulsing with a rhythmic intensity as if eager for combat. The blade atop the shaft was so keen she felt certain it could slice a single hair effortlessly. She smiled at the weapon as Jason spoke.

"That is the [Spear of Heaven]. Just follow my lead. It is a TITAN Rank weapon, so take care; it will handle the brunt of the exertion for you. And try not to talk about poking people quite so gleefully, unless you want to be labeled a deviant. Besides, I doubt you could pierce me even if you gave it your all."

Hesabeth offered a sultry smile at being teased, shrugging in response. Jason was correct; her Primordial Bias was formidable, but she was realistic regarding her own limits—surpassing Jason’s defenses was a tall task. They stood in the field outside the main compound, surrounded by Jason’s subordinates. This had become their routine for the past four days: Jason trained daily, and while Hesabeth had initially resisted—preferring to spend their limited time idling together—she eventually relented, joining the fray just to remain in his company.

Jason’s training centered on two things: meditative control over his [Resonance] or engaging his subordinates in simulated combat. Merivo’s Paradise was vast and self-correcting; any localized destruction returned to normal within a day, allowing Jason to fight at full power. Just as Hesabeth prepared a mocking retort, a skeletal Necromancer raised a staff behind her, and the sky began to darken with magical pressure. Hesabeth sighed, realizing the sparring had truly begun.