Strongest Necromancer System Chapter 761: An Unwanted Responsibility

"For whatever reason, Richard failed to appear on their wedding day. It proved... utterly humiliating. Rak’hael lingered at the altar for hours in anticipation, yet ultimately, the ceremony got canceled, shattering the ties between their two realms. Only Rak’hael’s and Richard’s closest confidants know this tale, so I’d be grateful if you kept it under wraps. In any case, Richard’s deed occurred ages ago, and I seriously doubt Rak’hael harbors any lingering bitterness. As an angel, she embodies moral purity, quick to forgive and not one to nurse grudges eternally. Thus, she wouldn’t condemn a man absent from that era over such an ancient incident."

Jason harbored doubts about that assessment. Though Angels possessed moral fiber, emotions still stirred within them, and Rak’hael remained a woman at heart. Having witnessed countless schemes in the Primordial Expanse, Jason refused to assume any race was inherently ’noble’ enough to forgo vengeance. Moreover, even absent personal grudge from Richard’s betrayal, the Avarans and Angels shared tense relations, leaving room for Rak’hael to oppose Jason purely from disdain toward Avarans. With a steady exhale, Jason tucked those suspicions aside for future consideration before posing another query to Farlow.

"What about Lamina? Have you heard anything from her?"

Farlow murmured thoughtfully, nodding as he replied:

"Yes, she actually appeared at a council meeting. I lack full particulars since I didn’t attend, but word is she attempted to submit her resignation. The council hasn’t approved it yet, given her key role, though persistent pressure would force their hand. Oh, and congrats seem fitting. Rumors say you’ve received the Blood Oath blessing from the Dead Apostle of Fire."

Jason’s eyes tightened at news of Lamina’s resignation attempt, resolving to confront her promptly. He understood her motive— no longer viewing herself as Nox’s leader— but Jason wasn’t ready for her exit. Her council seat still served his purposes, and he balked at discarding a prime asset in such a strategic spot. With a gruff rumble, Jason addressed Farlow.

"I’m not sure congratulations fit here. The perks abound, yet Vympir existence carries stark downsides."

Jason’s gaze shifted sideways to a system panel flashing his imminent blood requirement to soothe the Vympiric urge, irritation creasing his brow. Farlow, however, shook his head with faint disapproval, clearly rejecting Jason’s perspective.

"Don’t downplay your newfound might, Jason. Flaws aside, you dominate as the strongest in two Primordial Domains. Ponder the advantages of such status and the global shifts you could unleash. Truthfully, I don’t pity your position. Expect endless busyness managing Machina’s repercussions from your deeds, plus your Blood Oath legacy. Rubik’s demise vacated one council seat, and Lamina’s potential departure would empty another. Only one figure can claim both. You grasp my implication, right?"

Jason fixed Farlow with a faintly astonished stare while processing the words, until realization struck like lightning, prompting his sole fitting response.

"Fuck."

Camille and Gina whipped around to stare at Jason in shock after hearing his curse, with Gina questioning whether he was okay. Jason offered a serene smile, assuring them that all was well. Internally, though, Jason's thoughts tumbled wildly in a frenzy! He understood the council as the gathering of the mightiest figures from the top worlds across each Primordial Domain to forge key decisions, and since he now stood as the strongest in a world tied to two different Primordial Domains, that granted him claim to both the sixth and eighth seats on the Council! Honestly, snagging two seats wasn't even his primary worry at the moment; what gnawed at him was the sheer need to join the council period! He'd explicitly told Hesbeath in their talk that extra burdens in worlds beyond Earth held zero appeal for him! Leading Nox? Hell no. Seizing control of the Machina's world? Out of the question! Then why the hell would he ever want a council spot overseeing a massive fucking domain!?

A deep frown creased Jason's face as he mulled over the immense duties looming ahead, and deep down, one facet of him had already resolved against stepping into the council. Still, he resolved against hasty judgment. Council membership diverged from lording over a world, and Farlow nailed it regarding the benefits tied to his surging power. He required deeper insights into the council prior to any firm choice.

"I need to know what’s really going on with the council. Are they really considering me for a position, or am I going to be branded as a criminal? You said you had an informant who was helping you."

Jason posed this query to Farlow in hushed tones, prompting Farlow to hum thoughtfully before responding:

"Yes, the informant is another member of the council. If you want, I can set up a meeting in secret later today. The kingdom is planning to hold a festival in honor of Gina’s actions. We can use the distraction to discuss without any disturbances."

Jason gave a final nod, urging Farlow to arrange the rendezvous without delay. With plans to rush back to Earth, he demanded clarity on impending matters beforehand. Should he return home only for the council to bang on his door with arrest orders over some charge, Jason vowed he'd explode in rage and take lives! Thus, if the council sought dealings with him, they ought to settle it prior to his departure.

"Oh, you’re pregnant! My goodness, how could I have missed something so obvious! My mana is all over the place right now, so I couldn’t sense it! Oh, look at you, you’re so radiant! It’s obvious you’re going to be a mother soon! Congratulations, my dear!"

Queen Camille burst into ecstatic cries from her bed, leaving Gina to blush faintly under the Elven queen's warm accolades! A broad grin lit Camille's features as she gently placed a hand on Gina’s belly, and Gina giggled while Camille chattered excitedly about future playdates for their little ones! Upon catching his wife's remarks, Farlow shot Jason a pointed glance, drawing a tongue-click from Jason at the sly smirk playing on Farlow’s lips.

"What the fuck is that look for?"