Necromancer, But Civilization Before the Collapse Chapter 8

Moros watched intently, marveling at Vill-V's growth.

When the performance ended, the audience applauded enthusiastically, offering Vill-V their highest praise for her brilliant act.

Moros also stood up, offering his warmest applause to his dear friend.

"How was it? Was my performance good?"

"Of course, you were the best!"

Three years of spending time together had forged a silent understanding between Moros and Vill-V.

They no longer needed many words; a single glance was enough for them to understand each other's thoughts.

Chapter 12: Graduation and Farewell

Time flew by like a white steed. Not long after Vill-V's magic performance, the graduation ceremony came to a close.

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

Standing at the kindergarten entrance, Vill-V tightly gripped Moros's hand, her face filled with reluctance.

She hadn't had time to change out of her magician's attire, which looked a bit disheveled.

"Don't worry, I'll still be in this city for elementary school. Who knows, maybe we'll even meet at the same school then."

Moros gently stroked Vill-V's head, his eyes full of affection.

This wasn't just him speaking without thinking.

Regarding his next steps, Moros had consulted his father, Mr. Frakt.

Even though Moros was already a superpowered individual, Mr. Frakt still believed he should experience the growth trajectory of his peers on the Mu Continent in its entirety.

According to Frakt, learning more knowledge was never a bad thing.

"Really? That's wonderful!"

Vill-V's face immediately lit up with a bright smile, as warm and radiant as the spring sunshine.

Her furrowed brow smoothed out, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her heart.

Vill-V had been worried, fearing that Moros would leave her and go to a faraway place for school, separating them.

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

"Then you must study hard, Brother Moros! We promised, we'll go to elementary school together!"

Vill-V said, clenching her small fists, her eyes determined.

Her years of experience had made her aware of the difference in their family backgrounds.

Compared to her, who grew up in an orphanage, Moros's family circumstances were clearly much better.

Even now, Vill-V hadn't figured out what Moros's father did for a living, but the two bodyguards standing in the distance told her a lot.

If she wanted to reunite with Moros at the same school, the effort and sweat she needed to put in were self-evident.

"Mhm!"

Moros nodded with a smile, believing in Vill-V's potential and talent. He was confident that Vill-V would fulfill the promise they had made to each other.

Returning to the luxurious mansion district at the heart of the small city, Moros stepped into his familiar home once again.

In recent years, Moros had noticed that his father, Mr. Frakt, spent less and less time with them.

Although their family's material comforts had increased, this change still made Moros and his mother, Emma, feel a little sad.

However, Moros and Emma both understood that Mr. Frakt's busyness was for the sake of providing them with better living conditions.

As the head of the family, his responsibilities were great; he needed to strive in the outside world to create a better future for his family.

Moros had also, relying on his age, asked his father, Mr. Frakt, about his profession.

Unfortunately, the answer he received was vague, merely a simple description like "businessman," with no further specific details.

Despite this, Moros and Emma both believed in Mr. Frakt.

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

However, today was an exception. When Moros entered the mansion, the butler immediately greeted him and informed him that Mr. Frakt had returned.

Moros didn't find anything unusual about this.

Today was the day he graduated from kindergarten, an important milestone in his life, so it was easy to understand his father making time for him.

"I'm very sorry, little Moros, but the plan we discussed earlier needs to change."

Mr. Frakt said to Moros with a solemn expression as soon as they met.

His tone carried a hint of helplessness, as if some matters were beyond his control.

"I've discussed it with Emma, and for your future, we've decided to send you to Changkong City to study."

Hearing this news, a sense of disappointment welled up in Moros's heart.

He had originally thought he would be able to attend elementary school with Vill-V and enjoy their childhood together.

However, such a future now seemed impossibly distant.

Even with Vill-V's immense potential, she couldn't possibly travel across continents to attend school at the age of six or seven.

Changkong City was located in the Far East Isles, separated by countless mountains and rivers from the Mu Continent where Moros currently stood.

Moros understood that once he went to Changkong City to study, he wouldn't be able to see his beloved Vill-V again for a long time.

"I understand."

Nodding with some difficulty, Moros took a deep breath, trying his best to quell the disappointment in his heart.

"I'll study hard, Father."

Moros knew very well that his father's decision had his own considerations, and he shouldn't make things difficult for Mr. Frakt because of his own petty thoughts.

"Very good, Moros."

Mr. Frakt looked at him, his eyes full of relief and encouragement.

"Emma and I both believe you can take care of yourself in Changkong City."

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

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

He had originally thought that on such an important occasion, his mother would accompany him.

Mr. Frakt shook his head gently.

"No, Emma will stay here to handle some matters."

Picking up the teacup on the desk and taking a sip, Mr. Frakt added.

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

Moros fell silent, struck by the series of bad news.

Standing up, Mr. Frakt smiled and patted his child's shoulder, as if conveying trust and encouragement.

"I believe in you, Moros, don't disappoint me."

Gazing at his parents' faces, Moros found himself unable to voice any refusal.

If Moros were just a normal young child, he could certainly act on his whims, but as a transmigrator, he needed to respect and understand his parents' decision.

"I will, I absolutely won't let you down!"

Moros's words were full of firmness and determination. He understood this was his promise to his parents, and also to himself.

He couldn't disappoint his parents, let alone himself.

Perhaps sensing Moros's resolve, or for other reasons, Mr. Frakt, while satisfied, immediately stated his arrangements.

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

After his father finished explaining the arrangements, Moros asked.

"Father, can I go say goodbye to Vill-V?"

His voice carried a hint of pleading; he truly wanted to bid Vill-V a proper farewell.

After all, with him leaving, it would be difficult to see her again for a long time.

Mr. Frakt was silent for a moment, seemingly contemplating something.

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

"It's getting late, and you have a lot to pack. Let's not waste time. As for Vill-V, we'll convey your message for you."

Chapter 13: Frakt's Secret

After Moros left the room with the butler, Mr. Frakt seemed to lose all his strength and slumped into the rattan chair in his study.

Emma walked softly to his side, her eyes filled with a trace of worry and concern.

She reached out and gently massaged the temples of Frakt, trying to relieve his tense nerves.

"My dear, are you sure your plan is correct?"

She asked softly, her tone laced with uncertainty.

Mr. Frakt remained 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."

Taking Emma's hand, Mr. Frakt gazed deeply into his wife's eyes, his gaze filled with undeniable apology.

"I'm just sorry to you, for making you accompany me..."

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

"Don't say it. Since I chose you, I won't regret it now."

Gently stroking Mr. Frakt's cheek, Emma continued.

"I just don't know if our Godfather can tell me now what is hidden behind all of this?"

"You know everything?"

Frakt's voice trembled, betraying his inner turmoil.

"Of course. I'm your wife. With just a little attention and thought, it's not hard to understand what you do."

"Then why did you..."

Remembering all the lies he'd told his wife to hide his identity, Frakt fell silent.

"If you didn't want me to know, then I was willing to know nothing."

Emma's voice was filled with understanding and tolerance, but this made Frakt feel a guilt he'd never experienced before.

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

"Emma, actually..."

As Frakt spoke, Emma learned the secrets of the man sleeping beside her.

After Emma became pregnant, in order to provide a more stable and superior living environment for their unborn child, Frakt weighed the pros and cons and accepted an invitation from the mafia, becoming one of them.

As time passed, he relied on his intelligence and decisive judgment, experiencing a series of thrilling and dangerous events. He gradually rose through the ranks of the mafia, eventually succeeding in ascending to the position of Godfather.

However, after becoming Godfather, Frakt discovered that the gang he led was already in dire straits.

Facing internal strife and external threats, the gang was gradually declining.

As everyone knows, there's no such thing as quitting the mafia.

To protect the hard-won happy life he had, Frakt could only utilize his talents and strive to save the gang, which seemed to be on its last legs.

Unfortunately, Frakt failed.

Under immense difficulties, internal strife, and external threats, despite his brilliant talent, he was unable to reverse the gang's decline.