Necromancer Survival

nyway, this place is… inside the [Vengeful Ghost Memory]…’

     No matter what was done here, the future wouldn’t change.
However, Seo Dawon seemed to have gleaned something different from my darkened expression.
“The information leak is just a guess.
Still, just in case.”

     “……”

     “Tell me if something peculiar happens.”

     “I…understand.” I nodded, my head weighty.
Seo Dawon patted me on the shoulder.  With my head bowed slightly and followed the other out of the conference room

* * *

      Mired in my complicated thoughts, I walked around aimlessly; suddenly, I found myself in front of Jung Garam’s lodgings.

     Actually–since I was stuck in a time long before even the [Tower of Command] raid, before even the [Second Company] raid–I knew no other place and had no choice but to return to Garam’s house.

     However, the problem was… Upon entering the home, there were unexpectedly people casually watching TV inside the living room.

     “What on…”

     “Ah, Garam-ah.”

       “I believe I’ve said around 10 times that you have horrible interior design taste, Jung Garam-kun.”

      Sitting on someone else’s sofa and munching on potato chips, Choi Kyungsik and Bang Eunji greeted me.

     I had wondered how I should find Choi Kyungsik who had disappeared after leaving the guild building, but, now that I saw the two of them casually sitting in someone else’s house, I felt strange.
Did the original Garam-ie give the other guild members his home passcode?

      In addition, even though she was watching TV and snacking in someone else’s home, Bang Eunji didn’t stop her criticisms.

     I couldn’t believe my eyes, I wanted to say something, but, no matter what I say, I felt like I’d just get more exhausted.
Besides, how could I retort when I saw them eating the snacks deliciously and swinging their legs softly back and forth?

     ‘How old is Bang Eunji anyway?’

     I know that Jung Garam had been a User since he was a minor, but Bang Eunji looked unnervingly young.

     I stared at the two, released a deep sigh, and walked over to the sofa and flopped on its seats.
Choi Kyungsik sat on the living room floor, leaning his back against the sofa.
As soon as I sat down, he immediately rested his head on my lap.
He was natural–as if he had done this more than once or twice.

     Bang Eunji tilted the cylinder container of potato chips towards me.
I reached my hand inside–perhaps she was sharing–but there was nothing inside.

“I’d like one more; salty-caramel flavor, please.” She casually requested.

      She frustrated me, but I stood up from the sofa, went to the kitchen, and retrieved the same snack from the alloted snack box.
Feeling emotional, I threw the cylinder at her, but Bang Eunji simply caught the flying snack with her eyes fixed on the TV.
Once again, she began eating diligently.

      Even more frustrating was that Bang Eunji fed Choi Kyung-sik, who was still watching TV; the young girl simply placed a snack in his mouth.
Of course, I, sitting next to the Alchemist, didn’t even get a piece…

      ‘Why on earth am I sad?’

      So, I blatantly glared at Bang Eunji until she was caught off guard; I stole the container and popped one chip into my mouth.

      Then, Bang Eunji softly turned her head from where she had been watching the screen to give me a cold stare… The potato chip inside my mouth was pretty tasteless, but her upset expression was the most delicious seasoning.

     Then, as if taunting her, I picked up a handful of the chips and ate them.
I felt a cool energy on the back of my neck and instinctively leaned my torso back.

Shhaaa–!

      A red line ripped through the air where my head was and vanished; if I were in my own body, I would not have been able to avoid that.
In a blink of an eye, Bang Eunji was once again holding the cylinder of chips.

     Bang Eunji smiled brightly and returned my taunt, tilting the barrel as if to pour out all the remaining snacks into her mouth.
With my left hand, I snactched them from the air before the potato chips disappeared into her mouth.
All she ate were a few grams of potato chip seasoning.

     “You’re quarreling again.”

     I could hear Choi Kyung-sik sigh from where he was sitting on the living room floor, but I was too busy running away–so her [Gunblade] won’t slice my finger.
My mind was too chaotic to listen.

       Bang Eunji’s attacks grew more blunt as she got more agitated–her attack pattern had changed.
She was now aiming at my neck instead of the sweets.
I dodged every attack I could see, but, in my bid to escape her attacks, my hands inadvertently crushed the snacks held within.

      However, it was so much fun, so we continued to fight childishly over the empty container of chips until Bang Eunji finally split the living room sofa in two.

Footnotes

Bea, ofc, is short for Beatrice’s Prayer