Strongest Necromancer System Chapter 773: Absolute Servitude Can Be A Pain In The Ass

"What exactly is the council suggesting at this moment? Are you implying I’m banned from entering my own world from now on?"

"Yer leapin’ ahead too quick, Jason. We didn’t say any such thing. Solutions exist for this problem, but ye gotta head to the Stone Catacombs to talk it over with the full council before any decision gets finalized."

"You expect me to stroll right into the domain of those who want me captured? Might as well demand I show up in shackles."

Jason uttered these words with a deep frown directed at T’arigan, noticing how the man’s forehead creased in fury as his voice boomed with rage!

"You Avarans are always like this, full of yer blasted pride! Who claimed we’d haul yer in!? The Stone Catacombs stands as neutral territory, meanin’ we couldn’t nab yer even if we tried! Listen up, lad—I offered this counsel ‘cause it’s the proper course, so don’t ye accuse me of hidden schemes. If the council aimed to seize yer, we could storm Arandelle this instant and do it, but we’re holdin’ off since most agree yer innocent. If ye prefer solvin’ yer troubles solo, take off on another escapade and keep fleein’, but gettin’ back to Earth demands ye meet the council and listen to our words."

Jason’s gaze sharpened a touch, and he averted it in frustration while weighing his choices. He’d crafted numerous schemes in his thoughts for his long-awaited return to Earth, with plenty of tasks awaiting him upon arrival! Thus, T’arigan’s insistence that no return was possible without visiting the Stone Catacombs first sparked real annoyance! Though Jason held no true dread of the council—many members backed him—that hardly stopped irritation from this twist! His fingers drummed steadily on the table as thoughts raced over latest troubles, yet he halted abruptly upon recalling T’arigan’s earlier remark.

"You mentioned Lamina’s council resignation as another problem. What’s that about?"

T’arigan snatched a slender, brief twig from nearby, stuck it between his lips, and gnawed it toothpick-style while replying in a rough tone.

"The lass acts way too impulsively. She may not seem it, but she’s mighty capable. A top-notch leader, no doubt. Lamina balanced the council’s ledgers and shaped many of our ongoing economic strategies. Losin’ her this way sets us back decades, at minimum. Not a huge deal for our long-lived kind, yet it’s still a hefty delay."

Jason let out a thoughtful hum, leaning across the table, when an idea struck him suddenly.

"Has anybody attempted to persuade her against quittin’ the council?"

T’arigan snapped off the stick’s end with his teeth, spitting aside like a rugged cowboy from the wild west. Jason brushed it off without fuss, simply awaiting the answer. T’arigan chomped the twig once more before growling his response.

"Weren’t ye listenin’, boy? She’s all muddled on account of yer cursed blood oath, and won’t stick with the council because of it. Plenty of us would rejoice if she stayed, but Vympirs hold Blood Oaths sacred. Doubt she’ll return."

Annoyance flared in Jason’s eyes at these words, his thoughts swirling through countless possibilities. Normally, he’d ignore Lamina’s choices entirely, but now he sensed her loyalty was blinding her. She claimed it was for his sake, yet her position offered him far more advantages than her absence ever could. Crimson bled into Jason’s eyes as he forged a mental link to his followers, sifting swiftly through millions of Vympirs to locate Lamina’s bond, then he mentally summoned her.

’Lamina.’

Across the connection, Lamina was busy arranging documents to streamline Nox kingdom’s annual budget. Though no longer Nox’s sovereign, she felt duty bound to manage the realm until Jason claimed his throne. But Jason’s voice echoing in her mind made her abandon all tasks instantly; she stepped from behind the desk, dropped to one knee, and prepared to reply.

[My Lord. It’s an honor to hear from you. I heard you had gone into isolation for your Blood Metamorphosis, and I am glad to see that you were successful. I took it upon myself to handle the affairs of the kingdom in your absence. Forgive me for overstepping.]

Jason let out a hum, dismissing her apology before he finally spoke.

‘Why did you go to the council and announce your resignation?’

Lamina caught the simmering anger beneath Jason’s words right away, so she bowed her head even deeper while replying!

[My Lord, I-I didn’t think it was right to hold onto a position that was rightfully meant for you. You are the one true lord of Nox, and therefore, it is only right that I prepare the way for your ascension to the throne. I apologise if I overstepped! I was only trying to serve you better!]

Jason sighed deep inside as he mulled over her explanation. In reality, he had already suspected this was the truth. He understood that Lamina and every other Vympir under his rule always acted to keep him satisfied, and her bold move to declare resignation was simply her effort to pass the seat to him. Still, a surge of annoyance gripped his heart over her choice! If he had stayed alert, he would have surely blocked her from proclaiming retirement! That declaration had just dumped extra headaches onto his already burdened shoulders! He ought to focus only on resolving his mysterious status, yet now Lamina’s mess demanded his attention too!

‘If Lamina stays on the council, then the only seat that’ll be open is Rubik’s seat. That means I can have the sixth seat from Rubik and still control the eighth seat through Lamina since she is my subordinate. There should be some way to salvage this. T’arigan said Lamina’s resignation hasn’t been accepted yet, and they don’t want her to leave since she is such an important member. Lamina can still prove useful to me, so I can’t allow Lamina to leave the council like this.’

Such ideas flashed through Jason’s mind as he rapidly crafted a strategy, then he shifted his focus back to Lamina and addressed her.

‘You’re going to remain on the Council of Nine and One.’

[What? B-But, my lord. I am no longer the ruler of Nox.]

‘Don’t question me, Lamina! Your stupidity has already made this far more difficult than it should be! Are you trying to piss me off even more!?’

Jason’s abrupt command roared out, striking terror into Lamina’s frame with a chilling shiver, and her head snapped down once more as she poured out desperate apologies for her deeds!