The Genesis Of A Necromancer - Chapter 99

Chapter 99: Chase (1)
‘If it’s really her, how did she get here? She died before the Gleam Dome broke; she died after being hit by that truck! So how?’ Jack’s mind raced in disarray, trying to piece together the impossible puzzle laid before him. The revelation stirred a whirlwind of emotions—shock, confusion, and a simmering dread he couldn’t suppress.

“How do you know it’s me?” he asked, his voice taut with tension. This was the question that burned brightest in his mind. In Asriel’s body, he was unrecognizable. Even if this girl had come from his world, she wasn’t supposed to know him.

“Missy can see through the soul,” she said simply, her gaze steady, as if her answer explained everything.

Jack swallowed, the weight of her words pressing down on him. It wasn’t just what she said—it was how she said it. Calm, unwavering, and strangely assured.

Meanwhile, the others exchanged confused glances. Gale tilted his head slightly, his brow furrowed, while Alisha crossed her arms, her patience wearing thin. The conversation had left them in the dark, and it was clear they didn’t like it.

“How did you get here?” Jack pressed on.

“Missy doesn’t know,” she replied, tilting her head playfully, the pigtails in her hair swaying with the motion. “Missy woke up in this body. And Missy can do cool things!” Before Jack could even blink, she disappeared and reappeared beside Nephris in a burst of speed that left a faint gust in her wake. The tiny guardian squeaked in surprise, flapping its small wings in protest as Missy caught it with ease.

“See? Missy is fast!” she declared proudly, holding Nephris close like a stuffed toy. “Big brother, your little friend is so cute!” She gently tapped Nephris on the head, her smile widening as the guardian squirmed.

Jack didn’t respond. His mind was still tangled in a mess of half-formed theories and the nagging realization that everything about this situation defied logic.

“How do you know her? And who is she?” Alisha’s voice cut through his thoughts like a blade. She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as she demanded answers. “Tell me now!”

Missy seemed unfazed by the rising tension. She remained preoccupied with Nephris, cradling the tiny guardian in her hands and cooing at it as though it were a baby bird.

“She’s… a good friend,” Jack replied, his voice faltering slightly. He wasn’t lying, but the truth was far more complicated than that simple statement conveyed.

“From where?” Alisha pressed on, her tone sharp and insistent. “What were you two talking about?”

“Do you really have to know?” Jack shot back, turning his piercing gaze toward her. “Why are you always so curious? Curious cat.”

“I’m not—! I’m not a curious cat!” Alisha’s retort came quickly, but the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her indignation.

In the background, Gale remained silent, his expression unreadable. His gaze drifted toward the horizon as though he were keeping watch, but Jack could sense the unease in his posture.

“Missy, come here for a second,” Jack called out, his tone softening.

“Hm?” She tilted her head toward him, her expression curious. In an instant, she left Nephris behind and reappeared at Jack’s side. The sheer speed of her movement caught him off guard again, leaving him momentarily speechless.

It was only then that Jack noticed something peculiar hanging around her neck—a small pouch. From within, the tiny head of a rabbit-like creature peeked out, its ears twitching nervously.

Seeing his gaze, Missy grinned and held the pouch up. “Big brother! This is Gin!” she announced proudly. “Missy found him injured and treated him!”

Jack glanced at the small creature before shifting his attention back to her. There was something off about all of this, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“Missy,” he said quietly, his voice dropping an octave. “Come with me.”

She blinked but didn’t resist as he led her away from the others, his steps careful and deliberate. Alisha watched them closely, her eyes narrowing with suspicion, while Gale pretended not to notice.

When they were far enough from earshot, Jack knelt slightly to meet Missy’s gaze. Her cheerful demeanor faltered as she sensed the seriousness in his expression.

“Missy, listen to me,” Jack began, his tone unusually gentle. “Do you want to stay with big brother?”

“Yes! Missy wants to stay with big brother forever!” she replied eagerly, her eyes sparkling.

“Alright, then I need you to promise me something,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Don’t mention anything about our previous world to anyone, okay? Not a word.”

Missy hesitated for a moment, her small face scrunching up in thought. But then she nodded with determination. “Alright, big brother. Missy promises!”

Jack exhaled a quiet sigh of relief. For a moment, he hesitated, unsure of what possessed him, but he found his hand gently patting her head. Her eyes widened in surprise before she beamed, the simple gesture seeming to fill her with delight.

“G-good girl,” Jack muttered, withdrawing his hand quickly as if it had burned him. He turned away, shaking his head at himself.

Missy, however, didn’t seem to notice his awkwardness. She disappeared in another burst of speed, rejoining Nephris with a gleeful laugh.

Jack stared at his hand for a moment, his thoughts swirling. ‘Why did I do that?’ he wondered, his chest tightening with an unfamiliar emotion.

Suddenly, Missy froze mid-laugh, her posture going rigid. Her eyes widened, and her head snapped toward the road ahead.

“Big brother…” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “People are coming. They’re looking for you.”

Jack straightened immediately, his instincts kicking in. “What do you mean?”

“I think that’s what she means,” Gale interjected, his voice calm but grave. He pointed toward the horizon, where a cloud of dust rose against the evening sky.

Jack narrowed his eyes, focusing his enhanced sight on the figures approaching. Two riders emerged from the haze, their mounts resembling massive leopards with pitch-black eyes and elongated canines. The speed of their approach sent plumes of sand cascading into the air.

Among them, a smaller figure caught Jack’s attention—a demon he recognized.

“Gurat?” he muttered, his lips curling in annoyance. “The stupid little demon… I told him to find me, not bring an entourage.”

Alisha stepped forward. “Should we fight them?”

Jack’s jaw tightened as he assessed the situation. “Looks like we don’t have much of a choice.”