I'm A Necromancer Myself

If Azran was not on the brink of death, she would snap at the back-stabber murderer – namely Sunny Graver. Oh, how fitful was that to describe him now.

Thankfully, Tero could tell what was on her mind, even if it was not with the same level of anger in them. "You're the one who brought this! If it's not for you, then we don't have to rescue Heon from the Queen's threat of public execution!"

"Please, he will be executed, sooner or later. I just choose the time for all of us." Sunny grumbled, now picking on his ear.

"The least you can do is to heal her right now!" Tero said again, more impatient.

"Is that so?" Sunny acted as if he needed a moment to think this through.

In the end, he merely tilted his head to the side and grinned like a maniac. "Tell you what, I'll heal you if you kiss me first."

Tero gawked at the audacity. A fit reaction that represents her own thought.