Chapter 99: Gospel Weapons!

With an easy grin, Genos replied, "Of course not. Finn, would you please fetch him?"

The elf nodded and disappeared through the door.

Moments later, Phillip was ushered in, his hands bound.

"Why a child?" Winston frowned deeply, his disappointment evident. "You've merely apprehended some poor boy to placate me, haven't you? From your letters, I was expecting at least a young adult..."

"Sir, I wouldn't dare deceive you," Genos reassured with a smile still playing on his lips. "This is indeed a true necromancer. Despite his age, he's capable of wielding necromancy and commands a formidable undead creature."

"Really?"

Skeptical, Winston narrowed his eyes and studied the young boy. He reached out a plump hand and cautiously touched Phillip's shoulder.

"Crack!"

Instantly, brilliant golden lightning erupted from their contact point.

"Ah!" "Oh!"