Chapter 91: The Storm Rises
Black Rose was clearly in a good mood after returning to the Umbral Depths. Though the trip aboveground had yielded no tangible gains, she had fought Lyon and slain quite a few paladins, more than enough to keep her spirits high for a long while.
The only regret was Ambrose. In the end, she had not managed the kind of love-at-first-sight her close friends liked to boast about.
Where had things gone wrong? She had even handed over his phylactery. What crucial step had she missed?
Before returning, Black Rose had a long talk with Alabastra, only to receive a devastatingly reasonable reply: "If you really had fallen in love at first sight, you'd have already dragged him home."
It was flawless logic. Black Rose had no rebuttal. She had long accepted that she might never understand love. After all, she had never experienced it while alive—and, as an undead, she had no heart with which to do so.
Still, Ambrose would be a valuable ally. After learning of the current situation, Black Rose suggested that he relocate.
Of course, it would be ideal if he could move directly to the Umbral Depths. It was an undead paradise. But she could not bring it up herself; doing so too openly would only make Ambrose wary. Conflicts among undead were often far more vicious than those among the living. The living fought over money, but undead coveted even one another's souls.
Better to wait until Ambrose accepted the idea of moving on his own, then gently guide him toward the Umbral Depths.
Ambrose was seriously considering relocation. Now that he possessed a vast private extradimensional space, leaving wasn't particularly difficult. He could simply pack up the valuables and go.