They were almost like mechanical gears, constantly turning, day after day.
Life rarely offers anything new; only trivial matters might become topics of conversation after meals.
"What do you think would happen if someone among these people suddenly died?"
Aurelion listened to her grandfather's words and fell into deep thought, a picture gradually emerging in her mind.
Perhaps one night, a family member lies in bed, never to open their eyes again, their body devoid of warmth.
The family sat around the deceased, deeply saddened.
Friends gathered together to mourn him.
However, life does not stop because of one person's death; they still have to deal with the farm work of the day.
When the elders die, the younger generation takes their place and embarks on the same path that leads to death.
"But what if he were to be resurrected and return to these people?"
That would make it a horror story.
His family members would probably be very happy, even extremely excited.
But in society, this person has actually been erased from existence.
Everyone accepted his death, but the deceased then lifted the coffin lid and crawled out of the grave.
No one would accept a resurrected dead.
"The deceased should remain silent."
The Grand Duke spoke slowly.
Aurelion listened and nodded, but then looked on, puzzled.
"But... if you say that the dead should not set foot on the land of the living, then why do you help Earl Laureen keep his daughter's ghost in the manor?"
Aurelion had completely given up hope.
She was simply curious: if things were as the Duke of Barlow had said, then wouldn't the ghost of Earl Laureen's daughter contradict her grandfather's explanation?
"The retainers in Earl Laureen's manor are all aware of Priscilla's existence, and allowing her soul to reside within the castle will not cause any disturbance to the outside world."
"But resurrection is not an option."
Grand Duke Barlow spoke slowly and coldly:
“Aurelian, you must remember this.”
"Once this precedent is set, even more trouble will follow."
and……
He continued:
"If what Laureen wants is his daughter, not an obedient skeleton."
"Then he shouldn't have come to me for this request."
Aurelion was slightly taken aback, seemingly not yet able to react.
At that moment, Archduke Barlow looked out the window.
As the carriage drew closer to the mansion, the tall, castle-like mansion could be seen through the carriage window, its walls already visible.
"We're almost there."
What would you like to eat for breakfast?
...
After breakfast, Aurelion sat on a wooden chair in the courtyard.
Looking at the vibrant clusters of flowers, he pondered how he should learn necromancy.
Xiang Zilan stood respectfully beside her, a faint smile on her face.
Aurelion stretched out a hand toward Vanilla.
Although his eyes were on the vanilla, his gaze was not focused on the vanilla itself.
In her mind, she tried hard to recall the necromancy used by Grand Duke Balor.
Remember, necromancy requires a connection to the realm of the dead.
But she had no idea how to enter the realm of the dead.
Moreover, the necromancy used by her grandfather did not require any array construction, and her talent for learning it at a glance could not fathom its mysteries.
However, if one could learn necromancy, it would mean becoming stronger and receiving more praise from teachers and fathers.
Perhaps she doesn't even need her grandfather; she can resurrect Earl Laureen's daughter herself and repay the debt that Teacher Victor owes him.
Indeed, the reason Aurelion was so concerned about this matter was because it was something that Professor Victor had promised.
If it can help Teacher Viktor, then she will definitely give it a try.
Aurelion is only fifteen years old. Even though she appears more mature than her peers, she still has naive thoughts.
Her most naive thought was how to help Teacher Victor.
However, Aurelion was unaware of this.
She pondered the necromancy her grandfather had used yesterday, her palms outstretched as if trying to grasp its essence.
As she stared at the vanilla, Aurelion's magic surged.
Then, Aurelion aimed at the vanilla and suddenly shouted:
"Transform!"
"Meow?"
The overwhelming magic and Aurelion's voice startled Vanilla.
However, nothing happened.
Seeing this, Aurelion withdrew her hand and sighed with some disappointment.
As expected, mastering necromancy is still a long way off.
That's true, after all, she's only just reached the stage of having seen pigs run, but hasn't actually eaten pork yet.
Maybe when her grandfather teaches her again, she'll be able to learn it.
At this moment, she patted Xiang Zilan's head, comforting Xiang Zilan's fragile heart that had just been frightened.
At that moment, a foreign minister hurried over, as if he were looking for someone.
He looked around and when he saw Aurelion, he ran over immediately.
"Your Highness, we've finally found you!"
"Um?"
Aurelion was somewhat confused.
Why are you in such a hurry? What happened?
Seeing that the princess looked somewhat confused, the minister quickly explained:
"Your Highness, have you forgotten?"
"King Augustus specifically invited you to attend today's auction in the capital, and you already agreed yesterday, didn't you?"
“I have already informed Count Victor; he should be ready…”
Before she could finish speaking, Aurelion stood up and said directly:
"I understand, I'll go prepare now."
(I didn't wake up until 4 AM. I'll finish writing one chapter and post it here. I haven't eaten all day. I'll have dinner before writing the next chapter. Waaah!)
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