I want to be a Necromancer!

Back at the watchtower—

Azrael's summoned skeleton warrior finally arrived, carrying the injured man on its back.

The little girl, who had been so afraid earlier, showed no signs of fear now, though she still looked confused about what kind of monster this was.

The skeleton laid the injured man on the floor, unconscious, while the little girl called for help.

After a while, Azrael and the guards arrived at the watchtower.

"Sir, please come inside; you still have wounds, and you need to be treated," Elise, the little girl, said.

"No, I need to see my son first," Azrael's father insisted.

Elise's eyes lit up as she pointed into the distance. "Sir, your son is here!" she exclaimed.

Azrael's father turned quickly, relief flooding his face. "Azrael?" he called, his voice a bit shaky. Despite his injuries, he pushed himself to stand and hurried toward his son.

When they were finally close, Azrael's father pulled him into a tight hug. "Thanks for saving us back there, my brave son," he said, beaming with pride. He looked at the guards and added, "My son's a real hero!" He hugged Azrael again, holding onto the moment.

The little girl watched this heartfelt scene, not wanting to ruin the moment, and quietly left without saying a word.

After a moment, Azrael turned to his father and asked, "Are you okay now, Father?"

"This is nothing, Azrael. I'm more worried about you," Azrael's father replied.

"But where are the others? The man from earlier and the little girl who was just with us?" Azrael asked.

"The man from earlier is being treated right now, and the little girl…" Azrael's father paused, looking around. "She was just here earlier. Where did she go? Perhaps she went inside," he said.

"Father, we should go inside now too, so your wound can be treated," Azrael said.

His father agreed, leaning on Azrael as they walked inside.

Once his father was being treated, Azrael noticed the little girl was nowhere to be found. He turned to a guard and asked, "Where's the little girl who was rescued from the forest?"

"She left earlier with her carriage," the guard said calmly. "Luckily, she wasn't seriously injured, so she didn't need medical attention."

Azrael nodded as he processed the information. "Ah, I see. So she left," he thought, his mind easing a little. It wasn't something that required his attention anymore.

As time passed, the medics finished tending to his father, whose breathing was now deep and steady as he slept. Azrael lingered by his side for a moment, making sure his father was resting comfortably.

Once the medics packed up their things and withdrew, Azrael glanced around the now quiet room. After a long day, it was finally time for them all to rest.

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