Over the next little while, Kroya subjected the Skeleton King to a "horrifically inhumane" makeover on the spot-inscribing levitation magic runes onto his bones and adding the Wind Spirit feathers he had collected...
The once-imposing dark-gold Skeleton King instantly became a winged "mage" who could fly through the sky, dressed in an elegant, exquisite robe.
-Of course, the most important part was his size.
After the modifications, he grew several times larger and could change his size at will. There was more than enough room to install comfortable seats and sofas on his back. Kroya certainly had no intention of treating himself poorly; he climbed straight aboard, then signaled for him to get moving.
"Let's go."
"For you to hold such a large territory within the Goddess of the Netherworld's sphere of influence, there must be something special about it."
"The goddess already promised me that any territory I take a liking to can be allotted to me. I won't shortchange you, as long as you behave."
He was telling the truth. During that time, Kreha, the Goddess of the Netherworld, had spent every day working wool with Teacher Miya and reminiscing about the past. Those precious memories were rare even for a deity.
Besides, the Goddess of the Netherworld had always intended to reap some benefits from this stretch of the Underworld, formed where the Semrio Continent bordered other planes, before heading into the Astral Plane to develop there.
She was deeply grateful to Kroya, so she had promised that whenever he went to the Underworld, no one would dare seize any place he fancied once he occupied it-and if it was her territory, he could take whatever he liked.
Naturally, Kroya would not simply occupy any truly valuable regions. Generous as her words had been, he still needed