Chapter 434: Echoes of Silent Jealousy

In the end, things worked themselves out. Luke managed to explain everything to Charlie, in a very condensed version, since they couldn’t afford to linger long in that room. For reasons he didn’t entirely understand, Charlie was irritated with him over the fact that Angie was naked. She even threw a blanket over Angie and kept watching Luke’s eyes as if making sure he wasn’t trying to sneak a look.

“Charlie, now that everything’s sorted, you can put your sword away,” Luke said.

Charlie shook her head firmly. She was not putting the sword away.

“My lord,” Angie said from the bed, wrapped in the blanket. “I’ve confirmed my suspicions. Inside your soul, I’m able to communicate with you, but not with Charlie. And when we’re inside your soul, we can’t see each other. It’s as if we stay in separate rooms. I only know someone is in the room next door… and I somehow just know they’re alive. That’s all.”

They had already run tests by going back into Luke’s soul.

Charlie was happy the tutorial was over and that they were finally on Earth, but every time her gaze drifted toward Angie, Luke felt through their bond that she wasn’t exactly thrilled about her presence.

He guessed things would improve once Angie had proper clothes.

“My lord, if you choose my class now, I’ll be able to use an inventory,” Angie said. “Then I can equip your adventurer outfit. Every time you summon me, I’ll already appear dressed.”

Charlie seemed to like that idea. And the outfit would adjust itself to Angie’s body. Even though she looked humanoid, she still had wings on her back, so the armor would adapt perfectly.

Luke was wearing normal clothes he’d taken from the tutorial. He’d removed the assassin outfit, as useful as it was, he couldn’t walk around a city dressed like that without drawing attention.

“Angie, you’re only saying that because you want me to pick your class,” Luke said, catching her intention immediately.

“Yes, my lord. I won’t lie to you. I want us to take that step together,” she replied.

Charlie looked at him, the two red lights inside her helmet glowing like eyes.

“She’s talking about her class,” Luke clarified to Charlie, pointing at Angie’s status window that had appeared in front of him.

Luke wanted power, enough power to kill the dragon queen. And the queen had been right, he’d never reach the sky to face her as he was now. But Angie… Angie had two wings on her back. She was a Stone Angel, a creature from a mysterious race whose class options all started with an absurd amount of attribute points. It was obvious her species’ potential was on a completely different level.

“Use me however you see fit, my lord. I am your tool,” Angie said, sensing his emotions. She had witnessed Allison being taken away, and the conversation with the queen, so she understood more than she let on.

“Luke, keep dragging out this indecision of yours. I want to keep watching the angel woman naked,” Artemis added, and at that moment Charlie stepped in front of him, clearly irritated. Through the bond, her emotions hit him like a shove: something along the lines of Pick her class already… followed by You just want to see her naked, don’t you?!

“I’m not doing this on purpose,” he said quickly. “I’m thinking. If you all want to help me reach my goals, then I have to make sure you’re insanely strong. I can’t afford mistakes anymore.”

After Charlie nearly died taking soul damage, he realized something terrifying: not even his lineage skill could save a servant depending on the type of attack. And if he wanted to surpass the queen… if he wanted to reach a level where killing something on the archangel’s tier felt as easy as cutting down wardens, then there would absolutely be creatures capable of killing his servants permanently.

Angie and Charlie needed to be as powerful as he was. Maybe stronger.

He scanned the list of classes again.

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[Servant of the Dark Lord System]: Every tyrant needs servants worthy of their greatness. A Dark Lord tolerates no weakness; only the strongest survive. Through the servant bond, your soldiers evolve, transcend, and march toward legend.

Name: Angie
Level: 0
Race: Stone Angel
Rank: F
Class: —
Titles: [Servant of the Dark Lord]