Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Moros watched intently, marveling at Vervie's growth.

　When the performance ended, the audience applauded enthusiastically, offering the highest praise to Vervier's wonderful performance.

　Moros also stood up and gave his dear friend a round of applause.

　How was my performance? Not bad, right?

　Of course, you're the best!

　Three years of living together had forged a silent understanding between Morros and Vervière.

　They no longer need many words; a single glance is enough for them to understand each other's feelings.

Chapter 12 Graduation and Farewell

　The joyful time flew by, and the graduation ceremony came to an end not long after Wilvi's magic show.

　"Brother Moros, where are you going to go to school next?"

　Standing at the kindergarten gate, Velvi held Moros's hands tightly, her face filled with reluctance.

　She hadn't changed out of her magician's suit yet, and it looked a little disheveled.

　"Don't worry, I'll still be in this city for elementary school. Maybe we'll even run into each other at the same school someday."

　Moros gently stroked Vervie's head, his eyes full of affection.

　This isn't just something he made up.

　Moros consulted his father, Mr. Flacquard, about his next steps.

　Although Morros was already a superhuman, Mr. Flacco still believed that he should experience the entire growth trajectory of his peers on the continent of Mu.

　According to Flacquard, it's never a bad thing to learn more.

　"Really? That's great!"

　A bright smile immediately bloomed on Vervi's face, as warm and radiant as the spring sunshine.

　Her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her heart.

　Vilvi had been worried that Moros would leave her to go to school in a faraway place, and that the two would be separated.

　But now, hearing Moros's words, her worries vanished instantly.

　"Brother Namoros, you must study hard! We made a promise that we'll go to elementary school together in the future!"

　"I'm so determined," Vilvi said, waving her little fist.

　Over the years, she had come to realize the difference in family circumstances between herself and Morlos.

　Compared to her, who came from an orphanage, Moros's family was significantly better off.

　Even now, Wilvi still doesn't understand what Moros's father does, but the two bodyguards standing in the distance have already explained a lot.

　The effort and hard work she will need to put in to reunite with Morales in the same school is self-evident.

　"Ok!"

　With a smile and a nod, Morros believed in Vervie's potential and talent, and he was confident that Vervie could fulfill the promise she had made to him.

　Returning to the upscale neighborhood in the heart of the small town, Moros stepped into that familiar home once again.

　In recent years, Morrow has clearly felt that his father, Mr. Flacquard, is spending less and less time with them.

　Despite their family's increasing material comforts, this change still saddened Maurois and his mother, Emma.

　However, both Maurois and Emma understood that Mr. Flacquard's busy schedule was to provide them with better living conditions.

　As the head of the family, he bears a heavy responsibility and needs to work hard in the outside world to create a better future for his family.

　Moros, taking advantage of his age, once asked his father, Mr. Flacquard, about his profession.

　Unfortunately, the answer he received was very vague, merely a simple description of "businessman," without revealing any further specific information.

　Nevertheless, both Morros and Emma believed in Mr. Flacquard.

　After all, they could all feel the affection this middle-aged man had for them.

　However, today was an exception. As soon as Moros stepped into the mansion, the butler immediately came to greet him and told him that Mr. Flacquard had returned.

　Moros didn't find anything wrong with it.

　Today is the day he graduated from kindergarten. It's easy to understand why his father would take time out of his busy schedule to celebrate such an important moment in his life.

　"I'm sorry, little Morros, the plan we agreed on needs to be changed."

　Mr. Flacquard spoke to Morros with a grave expression as soon as they met.

　His tone carried a hint of

　Unfortunately, it seemed that some things were beyond his control.

　“I’ve already discussed it with Emma, ​​and for your future, we’ve decided to send you to Changkong City to study.”

　Upon hearing this news, Moros felt a surge of disappointment.

　He had originally thought he could go to elementary school with Vervi and enjoy a wonderful childhood.

　However, such a future now seems far out of reach.

　Even if Vervi has great potential, she cannot cross continents to go to school when she is 6 or 7 years old.

　Changkong City is located in the Far East Islands, separated from the Mu Continent where Moros is currently standing by by thousands of mountains and rivers.

　Moros understood that once he went to Changkong City to study, he would not be able to see the lovely Velvi again for a while.

　"I understand."

　With some difficulty, Moros nodded, took a deep breath, and tried his best to calm his disappointment.

　"I will study hard, Father."

　Morrow knew that his father had his reasons for making the decision, and he shouldn't put Mr. Flacquard in a difficult position because of his own petty thoughts.

　“Very good, Moros.”

　Mr. Flacquard looked at him with eyes full of satisfaction and encouragement.

　“Emma and I both believe that you can manage things well in Changkong City.”

　Hearing this, Moros couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

　"Wait, Father, isn't Mother coming with me to Changkong City?"

　He had assumed that his mother would be by his side during such an important moment.

　Mr. Flacquard shook his head slightly.

　"No, Emma will stay here to take care of some things."

　Mr. Flacquard picked up the teacup on the desk, took a sip, and added.

　"But don't worry, Emma will visit you often if circumstances allow."

　Moros remained silent, devastated by the string of bad news.

　Standing up, Mr. Flacquard smiled and patted his child on the shoulder, seemingly conveying trust and encouragement.

　"I believe in you, Morros. Don't let me down."

　Gazing at his parents' faces, Moros couldn't bring himself to say no.

　If Moros were just a normal child, he could certainly do whatever he wanted, but as a time traveler, he needed to respect and understand his parents' decisions.

　"I will, I will never let you down!"

　Moros's words were filled with determination and resolve; he understood that this was a promise he made to his parents, and also a promise he made to himself.

　He couldn't let his parents down, and even more so, he couldn't let himself down.

　Perhaps sensing Morales's determination, or for other reasons, Mr. Flacquard, satisfied, immediately revealed his arrangements.

　"Go pack your things now. Your ship ticket has been bought; it's for tonight. I'll have the butler prepare your luggage and send someone to escort you to the port..."

　After his father finished explaining his arrangements, Moros asked a question.

　"Father, may I go and say goodbye to Virvi?"

　His words carried a hint of pleading; he truly wanted to say goodbye to Vervie properly.

　After all, once he leaves, it will be difficult to see her again for a while.

　Mr. Flacquard was silent for a moment, as if he was considering something.

　But in the end, he rejected Moros's request.

　"It's getting late, and you have a lot to pack, so don't waste any more time. As for Vilvie, we'll tell her for you."

Chapter 13 Flacquard's Secret

　After Morros left the room with the butler, Mr. Flacquard seemed to lose all his strength and slumped into the wicker chair in the study.

　Emma walked quietly to his side, her eyes filled with worry and concern.

　She reached out and gently massaged Flaccher's temples, trying to ease his tense nerves.

　"Honey, are you sure your plan is correct?"

　She asked softly, her tone tinged with uncertainty.

　Mr. Flacquard was silent for a moment, staring blankly ahead.

　Then, he sighed deeply and turned to look at his wife.

　"Don't worry, as long as we stay here, they won't go looking for little Moros."

　Holding Emma's hand, Mr. Flacquard gazed lovingly into his wife's eyes, his gaze filled with undisguised apology.

　"I'm so sorry for making you come with me..."

　Before Mr. Flacquet could finish speaking, Emma reached out her other hand and covered his mouth.

　"Stop talking. Since I chose you, I won't regret it now."

　Emma continued, gently stroking Mr. Flacquard's cheek.

　"I just wonder if our Godfather can tell me now what's hidden behind all of this?"

　"You know it all?"

　The trembling voice revealed Mr. Flacquard's inner turmoil.

　"Of course, I am your wife. With just a little attention and a little thought,..."

　It's not hard to figure out what you do for a living.

　"Then you still..."

　Mr. Flacquard fell silent, recalling the various lies he had told his wife about his identity.

　"Since you don't want me to know, then I'm willing to know nothing at all."

　Emma's voice was full of understanding and tolerance, but this made Mr. Flacquard feel an unprecedented sense of guilt.

　He took a deep breath and decided to tell Emma everything.

　“Emma, ​​actually…”

　As Mr. Flacquet recounted his story, Emma also learned the secret about the man she shared her bed with.

　After Emma became pregnant, in order to provide a more stable and better living environment for his unborn child, Mr. Flacco, after weighing the pros and cons, accepted the gang's invitation and became one of them.

　As time went on, he relied on his intelligence and decisiveness to experience a series of thrilling events, gradually making a name for himself in the underworld, and eventually successfully ascending to the throne of the Godfather.

　However, after becoming the Godfather, Mr. Flacquard discovered that the gang he led was in trouble.

　Beset by internal and external troubles, the gang gradually declined.

　It is common knowledge that there is no such thing as leaving a gang.

　In order to protect his hard-won happy life, Mr. Flacco has no choice but to use his talents to try to save this seemingly doomed gang.

　Unfortunately, Mr. Flacquard failed.

　Despite his exceptional talent, he was unable to reverse the gang's decline amidst numerous difficulties and internal and external troubles.