A Quiet Time for the Herrscher of the Void and the Necromancer / Now Is the Time of Judgment

Although his voice was calm, the helplessness and reluctance within it were impossible to conceal.

"Moros, I..."

Hearing this, Sirin's eyes instantly reddened, tears welling in them.

She wanted to say something, but found her throat seemingly blocked by something, her voice so choked that she could barely make a sound.

At that moment, even the Second Herrscher, who looked down upon all living beings and held six Herrscher Cores in her hands, cast aside all her defenses and strength, becoming as fragile and helpless as any ordinary girl.

She threw herself into Moros's arms, both hands tightly clutching a corner of his mage robe, as though it were her only support in this cold world.

Her body trembled slightly, every tiny movement revealing the fear and reluctance in her heart.

Feeling the dampness against his chest, tears also welled in the necromancer's eyes.

So Moros decided to light a lamp of hope for Sirin.

He gently cupped her face, making those tear-filled golden eyes look directly into his, then solemnly made a promise.

"Sirin, I promise you that one day, no matter how many times and dimensions I must cross, I will return to your side."

The Honkai Queen and the Necromancer's Peaceful Time

Hearing Moros's promise, Sirin raised her head, anticipation and unease flickering in her moist eyes.

In a nearly inaudible, trembling voice, she softly asked,

"Really?"

Seeing the Honkai Queen looking so pitiful, Moros's heart nearly melted.

He nodded heavily, his gaze filled with determination for the future and boundless tenderness toward Sirin.

"Mhm. I promise."

After saying that, he smiled and reached out, affectionately and lovingly ruffling Sirin's smooth purple hair.

Feeling the warmth of Moros's palm and the tenderness and care reserved for her alone, the unease and fear in Sirin's heart gradually faded