The Saintess

Asther came back to the camp of his allies. With him are two of his undead wolves, carrying on their back the loot that the teen was able to take from the base of the bandits.

Him running off to track the bandit that ran away was also part of the plan. That’s why nobody was worried about his sudden disappearance. However, Octavia in particular found it a bit odd that this teen could vanish without a trace. Almost as if his occupation is an assassin and not a necromancer.

Asther could read the doubting on Octavia’s eyes at that moment. But he didn’t care about this. For all the teen cared, Octavia can keep on doubting him. Meanwhile, he’d just continue producing results. The same one that he showed as he finally stood in front of Claire.

“How did it go?” The female noble asked.

“Splendidly. I got a lot of things from their base.”

“You stole from the bandits?” Octavia asked.

“Why does that sound surprising? Everything they own is basically taken through underhanded and deceitful means s