Gustov - 8

[Burial], Gustov focused his attention on his only necromancer skill on the pile of shit in the latrine. The manor's plumbing, like the house in many spots, was still in disrepair. That, combined with the growing staff, created this recurring problem. "Focus. Connect to the dead waste and push it into the ground."

Shit was not a body. The skill was made to push targets into the earth. It was pretty good at shoving weak undead back into the ground and stilling them. The one chance he'd taken to run old bone's first floor with an escort demonstrated how efficient that could be against shamblers. This was a task Threnody assigned after reading through some of House White's training documents that Ambrosia had assigned her to organize into a lesson plan. You had to focus on taking all that was once living, connect to it, and shove it into the earth.

Mental imaging set, the young necromancer activated [Burial]. A chunk of the pile churned downward. It burped up a cloud of gas that filled the already pungent room. Gustov fell to the side, choking and gagging. And Threnody wanted him to do this ten times! The hacking wouldn't end. Is this how he dies?

"Are you okay in there?" Called a woman's voice, its tone flat but also musical.

Oh no! Gustov rolled over his position on the ground and pushed himself to his hands and knees. "Aagggk." He cried, trying to tell the person not to come in, but instead produced that odd braying sound.

If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.

When the woman stepped in, the young man let himself look up, red-faced and teary-eyed at who had entered. He paled as this was one of the worst possible situations ever. There would be nightmares about this moment to torture him awake and asleep.

One of the most beautiful maids hired stood there. Perfectly symmetrical, perfect skin, and a face that looked like it was sculpted out of marble by an artist trying to capture a look that could take away one's breath. Bea, and looking at her was not unlike the feeling he'd gotten when Lady White spoke at The Grave Society. They worked different schedules, so there had only been glimpses during shift change. Why was she here now?

"Are you well?" She asked flatly, with no look of scorn, amusement, or annoyance at Gustov's state. Such still composure, Gustov wished he could achieve.

"Yes." He finally squeezed out. "This task is a bit rank, Miss Bea; it's taking some embarrassment to do it."

"For Lady White, no task in her name, no matter how… rank… should hold embarrassment. Be proud to work for such a woman. Gustov, since you share her sacred class, you must perform it with pride, no matter how difficult. Though I can see I've not missed anything by avoiding this location. Now that you're well again, keep calm and carry on. I'll leave you to your task."

Gustov felt his heart quake. She knew his name! Her presence made him tingle. He bowed. " Of course, Miss Bea, I'll do my best."

By the time he straightened, the maid was gone. Something about her lingered in the air. A sweet, earthy, peaceful smell that made you want to lie down and rest, overpowered the stench of the room. One did not disappoint the picture of perfection. With renewed vigor, Gustov returned his attention to how best to [Bury] the challenge he faced.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.