Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　"Ellie, I..."

　Moros wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words back.

　He feared his explanation would seem weak and ineffective, and even more so, he feared it would hurt her.

　However, Alicia seemed to have seen through his thoughts.

　She smiled gently, a hint of understanding and tolerance flashing in her eyes.

Chapter 137 Alicia's Joke

　"Moros, I know everything you've done."

　Alicia's words pierced Moros's heart like arrows, instantly plunging him into a cold abyss.

　Don't be fooled by the fact that this necromancer always appears extremely cold and cruel when facing ordinary people he doesn't know.

　For his own benefit, he was willing to pay any price, paving a road to victory with endless corpses.

　In his eyes, life seemed to be an insignificant existence, as easily erased as dust.

　However, when faced with those few who truly entered Moros's inner world, understood him, and comprehended him, the necromancer would show a completely different side.

　Alicia was one of the very few people who could touch the softest part of his heart.

　At this moment, Alicia spoke again, her voice revealing a hint of anticipation.

　"Moros, is there anything else you want to say to me?"

　Just as Morros values ​​his relationship with Alicia, the pink fairy, who always treats others with her true self, also values ​​her friendship with Morros.

　Moros was speechless in the face of Alicia's question.

　He knew that no matter how he tried to explain himself, he could not completely cover up what he had done in that previous secret war.

　So, after a brief deliberation, Moros decided to be honest.

　He took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and poured out the secret he had kept hidden in his heart and all his actions in the previous war.

　“Ellie, you may already know that in order to end the war quickly, I prioritized minimizing casualties and unleashed the Doomsday Judgment on the unsuspecting Allied ground forces…”

　Although he knew this might make Alicia even more disappointed and heartbroken, he also understood that only by being honest could he have a chance to gain the Pink Fairy's forgiveness.

　After all, with Alicia's ridiculously high emotional intelligence, Moros didn't think he could hide or deceive her.

　After telling him everything honestly, Moros waited quietly.

　Waiting for Alicia's reaction.

　He knew that these were realities he had to face.

　But the necromancer was also prepared; whatever decision Alicia made, he would only accept one outcome.

　To this end, Moros has already issued a rallying order to the undead legion in the cemetery territory via a mental link.

　Even if it meant tearing up the peace agreement he had just signed with the United Nations, even if it meant launching a genocidal war that could destroy the planet's ecosystem and kill hundreds of millions of lives, he could not allow himself to lose Alicia.

　After listening to Moros's account, the pink fairy did not get angry or cry. She simply stood there quietly, gazing at him with a deep and complex look.

　Her eyes were like a deep blue lake, calm and profound, as if they could see into people's hearts.

　"Moros, do you really think what you did was right?"

　Alicia's voice was gentle yet carried an undeniable power, striking directly into Moros's heart.

　"Ellie, I..."

　Moros's heart skipped a beat. He met Alicia's clear blue eyes and was momentarily speechless.

　He understood that Alicia wasn't simply asking him if he was right or wrong, but rather trying to uncover his true thoughts from the depths of his heart.

　Then, Moros found himself in a dilemma.

　If he were to reveal his true thoughts, he would say that those beings wiped out by the Doomsday Judgment along with the Combine's ground forces were merely insignificant sacrifices in his eyes.

　That was undoubtedly telling Alicia that he felt no remorse and that he would handle similar problems in the future in the same way.

　If he were to answer Miss Pink Fairy's question with a lie, not only would it be impossible to fool Alicia, but Moros himself would also be unwilling to lie to Alicia in this situation.

　Seeing Moros's hesitant expression, Alicia already knew the answer in her heart.

　"Moros, I understand."

　Her voice was soft and deep, carrying a hint of barely perceptible sorrow.

　A complex light flickered in those clear blue eyes.

　She lowered her eyes slightly, seemingly trying to calm her emotions and make her voice sound more steady.

　A moment later, she raised her head again, looking directly at Moros with a firm and resolute expression in her eyes.

　"You chose to end the war quickly with minimal cost, and that was your decision, which I have no right to interfere with. But you must understand that every life is precious and cannot be measured by simple costs."

　"Ellie, I..."

　Moros was about to explain when Alicia gently waved her hand to stop him.

　“Moros, I’m not blaming you.”

　She took a deep breath and continued.

　"Everyone has the right to make their own choices, and I respect your choice. But I also hope you understand that some choices can have irreversible consequences."

　Hearing this, Moros felt a chill run through him.

　What does that mean? Is Ellie not going to forgive me...?

　He thought to himself, a feeling of resentment and determination surging within him.

　At that moment, Moros made up his mind.

　The necromancer is ready to open the demiplane portal and unleash the army of the dead.

　He knows Alicia too well.

　Moros simply couldn't believe that Alicia would refuse him when he placed the lives of the entire human society on the other side of the scale.

　However, Moros also knew that if he did that, it would completely change their relationship.

　However, just as Moros had prepared for the worst and was about to open the demiplane portal, a soft laugh broke the heavy atmosphere.

　"Pfft~"

　Alicia suddenly smiled, a smile so radiant, like a blooming tulip, that Moros was momentarily stunned.

　"It seems you've really thought about what to do, Moros."

　The pink fairy's voice carried a hint of mockery.

　"But do you really think I'd give up on you just because of your choice?"

　Moros was stunned; he hadn't expected Alicia to respond in this way.

　He had always believed that he knew Alicia intimately, but now it seemed that he had underestimated her.

　“I know you have your reasons for your choice. Although I don’t want you to do something as cruel as before, I think our relationship shouldn’t be affected by this.”

　Just as Morros understands Alicia, the pink fairy with maxed-out emotional intelligence understands Morros just as well.

　She was, of course, deeply distressed by Morros's disregard for innocent lives in his quest to end the war quickly.

　But Alicia also knew that if she really severed ties with Morros because of this, the boy in front of her might do something even more outrageous.

　Therefore, she chose understanding and tolerance, hoping to resolve Moros's inner contradictions and struggles with her gentleness and inclusiveness.

Chapter 138 Understanding and Conspiracy

　Looking at Alicia

　The familiar and gentle face gradually melted the coldness in Moros's heart.

　Although he never believed that his previous decision to perform the Doomsday Judgment was wrong, the necromancer still felt a little guilty in the face of Alicia's understanding and tolerance.

　This guilt did not stem from the creatures that were burned to ashes by the level-five destruction magic, but from the fact that he actually suspected Alicia would choose to sever ties with him.

　This is so wrong! Ellie is such a wonderful person, how could I have doubted that she would leave me...

　Moros reflected on his thoughts inwardly and felt ashamed of himself.

　"Ellie, I..."

　Moros wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he found himself speechless, as if something was blocking his throat.

　Seeing this, Alicia gently shook her head, interrupting Moros's attempt to continue explaining.

　She walked to Moros's side, gently took his hand, and a mysterious light flickered in his clear blue eyes.

　Okay, calm down.

　Alicia's voice was gentle and warm, like a spring breeze, which brought a smile to Moros's face.

　"Hmm? You seem happy too."

　Miss Pink Fairy keenly caught this hint of a smile, her eyes gleaming with a playful light, as if to say...

　Judging from your current appearance, I know you're actually quite happy inside.

　Moros was amused by Alicia's words and felt a little embarrassed, but the guilt and confusion in his heart were released at this moment.

　"Thank you, Ellie."

　Moros met Alicia's gaze, his eyes revealing genuine gratitude.

　And on the flawless face of the pink fairy, an even brighter smile bloomed.

　Just as Moros gained Alicia's understanding and invited her to ride the Ghost Dragon together, Australia, which faces Mu Continent across the sea, fell into unprecedented panic.

　Once the Treaty of Fu Yuan was signed, the powerful and wealthy at the top of the pyramid of human society began to withdraw their core interests in Australia.

　It is obvious that these powerful and influential people have foreseen an impending storm.

　Such actions could not possibly escape the notice of the local elites who have been deeply rooted in Australia for decades, or even centuries.

　After some in-depth investigation, these powerful figures who control the fate of this continent finally uncovered the secrets behind the sphere of influence clauses in the Treaty of Fuyuan.

　"This is practically sacrificing Australia as a tribute to necromancers!"

　During a closed-door meeting of local elites, Australian Prime Minister Keane slammed his fist on the table in anger and cried out in anguish.

　This highest-ranking bureaucrat of the government agency clearly could not accept the rule of the necromancer.

　Indeed, no one would willingly have another master who holds the power of life and death over them.

　"Disband the army, halt all scientific research, and reinstate the death penalty..."

　Federal Parliament Speaker Margaret recounted the plans for the continent that necromancers had revealed to the elites of human society, gathered from various sources.

　She was dressed in a crisply pressed women's suit, her expression serious, clearly aware of the profound impact this impending change would have on Australia.

　Ms. Margaret's gaze slowly swept across the meeting room, and every local dignitary's face was filled with solemnity and unease.

　She took a deep breath and tried to keep her voice steady.

　"Gentlemen, the situation we face is far more severe than we anticipated. The necromancer's ambitions have been laid bare. What he covets is not only Australia's wealth and resources, but also to completely reduce us to his vassals, and to utterly strip us of our autonomy and dignity."

　As soon as Ms. Margaret finished speaking, the meeting room erupted in chaos.

　The powerful and wealthy expressed their concerns and dissatisfaction, unwilling to see their country become a puppet of necromancers.

　This is not because they are particularly patriotic, but more because they will be the ones sacrificed in this change.

　Capital knows no borders. In the world of capital, politicians' true purpose always revolves around personal interests.

　"Speaker, you can't just stand by and watch the necromancer run rampant!"

　"Speaker, we must take action to let the necromancers know that we are not pushovers to be bullied!"

　"Yes, as members of the Federal Parliament, we have a responsibility and an obligation to stop this disaster that threatens the fate of the Federation!"

　"..."

　Amidst the clamor, there were also silent voices.

　These silent elites were filled with fear and confusion about the unknown; they did not know how to face the impending changes.

　However, their rich experience in political struggles tells them that every word they utter at this time could become a sharp blade piercing their own chest in the future.