Strongest Necromancer System Chapter 742: A Responsibility To Yourself

With a serene sigh, Jason shut his eyes, relishing the gentle breeze sweeping over him. Hesbeath had nailed it about this day—the weather was perfect, the sun shining just right, neither too faint nor overwhelming. Jason savored the wind a few moments more before addressing Hesbeath at last.

"We can discuss your neck fetish later, but right now, I’d appreciate it if you got off me."

Jason said it casually, making Hesbeath blush at the mention of her ’neck fetish’. Yet she flashed a sudden smile, leaning in closer until her breasts pressed firmly against Jason’s chest, her lips only centimeters from his! Then, in a cute and seductive tone, Hesbeath replied.

"I don’t know about that. You see, I very much like this position, so I think I’ll stay here a bit longer. Hmm, oh, I see you’ve gone through the literature I gave you. Were they enlightening?"

Calmly, Jason nodded and glanced at the books nearby, noting how helpful they’d been. He realized Hesbeath had brought them specifically because they’d aid him, so he expressed his thanks, and she beamed at his gratitude before continuing.

"Well, if you really want to thank me, then maybe a kiss would suffice to—"

"Not happening."

Annoyed, Hesbeath clicked her tongue at Jason’s blunt rejection, prompting a chuckle from him at her adorable response. But she quickly recovered and spoke again.

"I’m a generous woman, so I’ll let you exploit my kindness this one time. Now, it seems something’s troubling you. As a queen for ages, I’ve honed my skill at reading people, and your expression shows deep worry. Come on, tell me what’s causing my dear one to frown like that."

Jason felt a twinge of surprise at Hesbeath’s words, pondering if he was truly so transparent. Yet he knew he didn’t show emotions openly, so it must be her exceptional insight! Briefly, he considered sharing his concerns with her. Hesbeath remained an enigma to him, and despite their time together, he still lacked full knowledge about her! All he knew came from her tales and Gillian’s memories! Though he sensed she’d never outright lied, Jason was certain she hadn’t revealed her complete truth either.

The more he mulled it over, Jason saw she could be the ideal confidante for this dilemma! Ruling one of the Primordial Expanse’s most thriving kingdoms, she’d surely guide him on managing his new role as Nox’s sovereign. Nodding decisively, he crossed his arms over his chest, met her gaze, and began explaining. He shared his fresh duties and his reluctance to embrace leadership over Nox. Back on Earth, he’d been happy as an ordinary mechanic fixing motorcycles and occasionally aiding at his mom’s shop, but after his deeds, that simple existence was gone forever—so now he just yearned to reside on the same world as his family and protect them. Plus, fatherhood loomed soon. He refused to raise his child amid such chaos.

"I want my kid to have a normal life."

Hesbeath paused silently for moments, weighing Jason’s words. His impending fatherhood didn’t shock her—she’d sensed the baby in Gina’s womb ages ago—but she saw his focus skewed! Calmly, she responded.

"I recall when Gillian and I first befriended long ago. She’d linger in my realm for weeks or months without returning to Nox, making me question her duties to her folk. When I inquired, she claimed her responsibilities weren’t her burden. Gillian ignored others’ expectations, acting solely for herself and her loved ones. Jason, you hold ultimate power in Nox. This duty wasn’t sought; it came with your strength. Don’t let an unasked-for obligation dictate your path. If you choose to claim the Dead Apostle mantle and rule Nox, embrace it fully, but never think you owe them anything—you don’t. Moreover, no offspring of yours can expect normalcy now. Once we escape here, the Council of Nine and One will summon us for judgment, and afterward, envoys from countless worlds will flock for alliances due to your might. You’ll wield godlike authority far above mortals, with commoners revering you as divine. A child thriving ordinarily there would be extraordinary."

At last, Jason exhaled calmly, acknowledging Hesbeath’s wisdom. He’d fretted needlessly. Ultimately, he’d follow his desires, regardless of Vympir wishes. But he arched a brow at her council mention and queried.

"What exactly do you think the council will do to us? Honestly, our rampage was massive. We obliterated over five worlds in combat, and with Gillian, I slaughtered millions of Machina. The penalty won’t be light, I bet."

Shrugging, Hesbeath placed hands on Jason’s shoulders, scooting forward until her breasts hovered right before his face. Annoyed, Jason lifted a brow, but she grinned, looped her arms around his neck, and drew his face nearer to her chest before replying.

"I can’t say what the punishment entails, but don’t fret over imprisonment. The council won’t dare irk me, so it’ll stay reasonable. Regarding Machina, you might snag a minor pardon since Gillian controlled you then, though they’ll demand hefty reparations in coin regardless."

Jason scoffed incredulously at Hesbeath’s claim! After dodging the Overlord’s fine, he’d looped back to another council penalty! That damned Overlord haunted him even in death! Suddenly, a grin cracked his lips as an amusing thought struck, and he chuckled lowly with a broad smile. Eyeing his reaction, Hesbeath raised a brow, wondering if he’d lost his mind! She pondered her feelings about loving a lunatic.