Chapter 38 : Since when was Irene a necromancer?!

Irene's gone mad.

She, like Aphrite, keeps mumbling, "The dead never stay dead" over and over again under her breath. How can I hear this, you may be wondering?

After the...incident where I, like, exploded and injured some of my friends and in the end, there was simply an overpowered me covered in blood and my unconscious friends (who were then healed) on the floor, My reflexes and hearing went from like a two to a twelve.

Enhanced hearing. Feel like a mutant. Maybe I should think of a code name. Hmm.

But yes, Irene is going mad, scouring the hidden section of the library for a book on...Necromany of all things.

I think she's trying to bring Sheri back.

Is it bad that I'm hopeful?

I just want my mother back.

Why is that too much to ask?

I'll even sacrifice Juli! (Sorry, Juli.)

She apparently has found the book she wanted because she just went, "AHA!" and threw said book down onto the round table we have in our library. I baised it off the round table of camelot. Neat, huh?

"This is it! I found it! Antonio, do you know what this mean?"

"I have an inkling but I'd honestly dare not to get my hopes up in fear of another...episode."

"With this book, and the rituals in it, I can bring back your mother! I can bring back my wife! I can bring back Sheri!" She huffed.

"Yeah, but isn't this dangerous? What if, instead of bringing back mom, I lose both of you?"

Irene rounded the round table (heh) and wrapped me in her arms, hugging me tightly. So tight, as if she never wanted to let me go.

"...It's...It's a chance I'll have to take, baby. I...cannot live without your mother. My bond calls for me. I won't last," She whispered.

"...Yeah, okay. We'll do this, but it has to be together." I breathed and she simply hugged me tighter.

"Thank you, Antonio." She kissed me forehead. "You know, you've always been my favorite."

I laughed, because that was also true for me.

"I know."

"I love you, son."

"I love you, too, mother."

"We'll get her back. I swear it."

"...Or die trying," I mumbled, but she heard me.

Her only response was to tighten the arms around me and kiss my forehead again, as though that'll make the risks less of what they were; insanely dangerous risks.