Once Upon the Butterfly Necromancer

"What the hell?! How come you're not dead yet!?"

Schrodinger's Surprise: her yet unknown perpetrator gasped for the blasphemer before her, rendering the stench of death meaningless as its concept. For you, I'd like to imagine you've anticipated and employed this worrisome countenance regarding a failed attempt at hiding established information.

"Difficult for absorption but there's one simple answer," I uttered, but not meaning to let her hear it or anything.

I've known all along that there are people stronger than I am: I'm not strictly bound to that inflated egoism where I'd strongly digress from being overshadowed. However, there are times when I worry about battle records too, as petty as it sounds. For the arduous albeit short moment with the perpetrator, I wanted to win it.

Sure, if I don't, I'd be causing more problems layered for what I caused during summer break.