The Temple of Life truly looked like a place of worship. Unlike the Paths of Fire and Water, who valued utility as well as atmosphere, the Temple of Life was one of the most imposing buildings Viktor had ever seen. The walls appear to be made from one sheet of white stone that blazed in the sun and glowed at night.

Two stained-glass windows flanked the doorway, which was only closed during storms and never locked, depicting the founders of Vern against an undead army. It was both beautiful and stern. Just as the teachings of the Path of Life are beautiful and stern. Viktor didn’t like visiting the Temple of Life.

But he wrapped an arm around Nadia and guided her inside. The main entrance led to the Prayer Room, where over a thousand people could gather in comfort and halls that led to the sleeping quarters, classrooms, and more specialized areas that required privacy.

Viktor turned to Nadia, raising a finger to his lips, and she nodded. Good. She senses the mood here. Maybe dinner won’t be so bad… It was a thought Viktor wasn’t sure he should dwell on, but he was saved from making a decision as Father Gregor, flanked by two clerics, approached them with open arms.

“Ah, Brother Viktor and little Nadia! Welcome to you both! I see you’ve already visited the Water Temple. Good, good. How have her tests been, Brother? Does she require extra tutoring?” Viktor fought to keep himself from frowning as he bowed. He knew we were going to visit the other three temples first. Why is he acting surprised?

“Unless you’re offering to send someone to help me teach her how to read and write, Father. Then, no. She won’t be needing an extra tutor.” Viktor didn’t miss Nadia wince, but he had no time to comfort her. Father Gregor shook his head sorrowfully as he turned to her.

“That’s unfortunate. But you mustn’t let it worry you, my dear. The Paths have their ways of taking care of us. I’ve no doubt you’ll make an excellent cleric. Has Brother Viktor explained the basics to you yet?”

Nadia smiled and looked at Viktor. “He has! Brother Viktor is the best teacher in the whole world. He always answers my questions and makes me feel safe. I promise to work hard so I can help him care for our graveyards.”

Viktor raised an eyebrow. I make her feel safe? She’s never appeared to be afraid or upset except after the tests and meeting Forgemaster Ivan. Father Gregor smiled, a slight edge in his voice as he turned towards a side. “That’s wonderful to hear, Nadia. And please know that you may come here whenever you wish, especially if you can bring Viktor with you. There’s no reason why you can’t pray here once in a while. Now, kindly follow me. We need to get the test out of the way before we can eat.”

He turned to Viktor with a mischievous grin. “You are still staying for dinner, aren’t you? We’ve been preparing extra food all day.”

Viktor nodded. You expect me to believe you made extra food just for us? “We would be honored to join you and yours for dinner, Father Gregor. Thank you again for your kind invitation.”

“Oh, think nothing of it. You know you’re always welcome here. My office is right this way.” Father Gregor’s office was separated from the Prayer Room by a wall. Viktor let Nadia enter ahead of him and was shocked that he couldn’t hear anything outside once the door was closed.

Either the carpenters outdid themselves with the soundproofing, or there’s an extremely effective spell in place. Nadia jumped when the door closed and looked at Viktor. “The other two didn’t come in.”

Father Gregor chuckled as he sat behind his desk. “There’s not enough room for five people, my dear. Despite my position, I’m afraid my office is little more than a closet. It's one of the reasons I have few belongings in here.”

Viktor scanned the room, taking in the carpet, a small fireplace, a window seat near the top of the wall, chairs, and a white desk with gold trim. It was a different sight from the other leader’s offices. How is he supposed to work like this? Even my cottage is bigger than this room!

Nadia looked at the window. “How are you supposed to open that?”

“You don’t, child. All of the windows have symbols to help keep them clean and only allow pure air to come through. It wouldn’t do to have people getting sick while they’re praying, would it?” Father Gregor opened a drawer and retrieved a plain white candle. “Here we are! We’ll use this as the test. Did the other two use candles?”

Viktor shook his head. “They used bowls.”

Father Gregor chuckled and handed the candle to Nadia. She breathed in its scent and smiled. “This smells so good! Is it a special kind of candle? Am I supposed to stop it from melting? Should we use a cup or something to catch the wax? I really don’t want to make a mess of your office, sir!”

Father Gregor laughed. “So many questions, and enthusiastic to boot! What a wonderful combination. No, Nadia. You don’t have to keep it from melting. I want you to set it alight using your mana. And we won’t need anything to catch the wax. This candle is meant to be reused. I’ll explain its properties another time. Begin, please.”

Nadia froze. “Now? Aren’t there more rules?”

Father Gregor folded his arms and looked at her calmly. “No, you just have to use your mana to light the candle. Unlike the other two tests, this one should be easier since it doesn’t involve you trying to stop something. You may begin, Nadia.”

“But… um?” Nadia looked at Viktor, fingers lightly tapping the candle as he frowned at her.

“What’s the matter? You haven’t forgotten what I said, have you?” Nadia shook her head but kept looking between the candle and his face. Viktor lightly squeezed her shoulder. “It’s alright, Nadia. The flame shouldn’t be big enough to damage anything, and even if it does. I will protect us. There’s no reason to be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid, I…” Viktor looked at Father Gregor, but the old man continued observing them.

“Was she like this during her other tests? I can send for a bowl if it makes her feel better.” Nadia tossed the candle away and buried her face in Viktor’s chest.

“That’s not the problem! Why won’t you listen?”

“Nadia!” Viktor hugged her, staring at the candle as he tried to understand what Nadia was talking about. The tests had time limits before and were practically the same. Father Gregor is right that this test is supposed to be easier. Heat is one of the foundations of light magic. But… Viktor whispered. “Nadia… Can you… feel your mana?”

She shook her head and Viktor was stunned to feel relieved. So, that’s why it looked like she wasn’t using her mana. Nadia has some talent, perhaps due to her master, but she can’t use it yet. He gently lifted her face and smiled. “There’s no reason to be upset, Nadia. You should have told me sooner. It was too soon for you to take the tests. Forgive me for not figuring this out sooner. I should have asked you that from the beginning.”

Father Gregor cleared his throat and stared at Viktor like he had caught them whispering in class. “Care to explain, Brother? Is she taking the test or not?”

“My apologies, Father. Nadia can’t sense her mana. I’ll teach her the basics and have her try again when she’s ready. Do you still want us to have dinner?” Father Gregor’s face looked like he had swallowed a lemon as he shook his head.

“You’re telling me that this girl was sent here, and she can’t sense her mana? Are we certain she can be a cleric at all?!” Viktor felt Nadia tense and shifted until he was partially in front of her.

“She can speak with the spirit orbs. They adore her. And it's not that uncommon to be unable to sense mana. Need I remind you that I can’t sense it, either,” Father Gregor waved his hand dismissively.

“You’re unable to sense mana in other beings, Viktor. You’ve had little trouble in sensing and using your own. I mean no offense, Brother. But are you sure she can speak to the spirit orbs?” Viktor felt something grow cold inside him. Is he suggesting…

“Of course, I’m sure! Nadia may have hidden her inability up till now, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t a cleric. Neither Forgemaster Ivan nor Mother Anya thought her results in the tests meant she couldn’t be a cleric, but”-

“Did they know she can’t use her mana?” Nadia flinched, but Viktor returned his stare.

“She didn’t mention it till now, but they didn’t question her, either.” If Forgemaster Ivan knew she couldn’t sense her mana, he would have brought it up while we were talking. Is Father Gregor going to get in the way of Nadia learning to be a Death Cleric? What if he finds out that she claims to serve an evil god?

Father Gregor sighed and rose. “Of course, you can stay for dinner. Everyone is welcome in the Temple of Life. You should know that by now, Viktor.”

The older man opened the door, and Viktor quickly guided Nadia into the hall. The two clerics were standing guard on either side. Father Gregor didn’t take his eyes off Viktor and Nadia as he addressed them. “Boris, Yuri. Take our guests to one of the private study rooms so they may reflect while waiting for dinner. I have some business to attend to.”

Boris, the tall, stocky one, bowed. “As you wish, Father.”

Father Gregor returned to his office, locking the door without sparing a glance at them.

Boris and Yuri had obeyed their instructions to the letter. They were courteous and brought them water to drink, promising that dinner would be ready soon. But didn’t stay long enough to be questioned. Nadia sat in the corner and hugged her knees while Viktor sat on the carpet in the middle of the floor, which is the room’s sole decoration.

“For a holding cell, this isn’t that bad. And we even have a private bathroom to use!” Viktor laughed, but Nadia didn’t react to his joke. “Nadia?”

“What?”

“Do you… want to talk about it?” She shook her head, and he sighed. “What do you need, Nadia? I can’t help if I don’t know what the problem is.”

“He’s going to get in our way!” She glared at him, but Viktor looked at the door anxiously.

“Nadia… this isn’t the kind of place you can say things like that. You heard what Father Gregor said. The windows have symbols on them. We don’t know which ones were used.” And I wouldn’t put it past Father Gregor to set up rooms where he can listen in. Is he talking to Forgemaster Ivan and Mother Anya right now?

Nadia snorted and began picking at the carpet. “There’s no one listening to us, Viktor. Even Boris and Yuri can’t hear us. This room may as well be in a different building for all they know.”

“How do you know that? You said you can’t sense your mana.” Nadia pulled a few threads loose and studied them.

“No, I didn’t. I didn’t say anything at all. I nodded my head.” Viktor rolled his eyes and moved to sit in front of her.

“Alright. Then answer me now. Can you sense your mana?”

“No.” Viktor opened his mouth, but she lightly covered it with her hand. “I don’t have mana. I can sense when I’m being observed, though. My master wanted to ensure my success any way he could before sending me here.”

Viktor blinked, pushed her hand away, and opened his mouth but quickly shook his head. Nadia frowned as she leaned closer to him. “Viktor?”

“How can you not have mana? Everyone has mana. All living beings naturally produce it, and some can transfer their mana to gems or symbols. There’s no way you can’t have mana!” Nadia smiled sadly and lightly tapped his knee.

“I’m a doll, remember? I’m not alive. It’s why I keep saying I don’t need food.”

“But you ate it”-

“Only to appear less suspicious. I didn’t want to be rude, and I didn’t want to scare you away! You’re my friend, Viktor. I can’t lose you!” Viktor looked away, oddly fascinated by the way Nadia continued tapping him.

“That doesn’t make sense. I get that you’re supposed to take over the city”-

“And the world!”

“Shush. We talked about that.” Viktor took a deep breath as Nadia nodded and sighed. “What I’m trying to get at is you can’t take over anything if you can’t use mana. The king is surrounded by clerics who have proven their worth in countless battles. There’s no way you’re going to beat them all, and I’m still not helping with that, by the way!”

Nadia grinned, humming as she patted his hand. “I don’t have mana. But I’m not powerless. I can take care of us, Viktor. And don’t worry, once I see how it's done. I’m sure I can fake it in no time!”

“That sounds wrong, and what do you mean by faking it? There are people who specialize in tracking down other kinds of magic. What are we going to say if one of them notices…?” Viktor leaned closer, lightly tangling his fingers with hers as he let his curiosity get the best of him. “How does it work? Your magic, I mean. Please tell me it has nothing to do with necromancy.”

“It has nothing to do with necromancy…” Nadia squeezed his fingers and hummed. “Necromancy involves bringing the dead back to life, right? I can’t do that, and I’m pretty sure my master can’t… Unless you count what he did with me. But I don’t. My soul is my own. I’m me and no one else! Do you want to see what I can do, Viktor? It’ll be faster than explaining it!”

Viktor wanted to say yes, but his self-preservation and caution made him hesitate. And the door opened, revealing Boris and Yuri before he could make up his mind. “Dinner is served, Brother Viktor, Child Nadia. Please come with us.”

Dinner went well in a forced, cheerful kind of way. Viktor and Nadia were seated at the same table as Father Gregor, though neither were close enough to speak to him. The meal hall was run with the mind of a machine. Eight long tables dominated most of the floor, while a separate table on a raised platform reserved for the highest-ranking clerics and guests dominated one end of the room.

Servers filled each place setting in almost perfect sync as diners sat down. Boris and Yuri tended to everyone sitting at Father Gregor’s table before helping tend to the other tables. It made Viktor uncomfortable. I’ve eaten at the Fire and Water Temples before, but this is ridiculous.

Father Gregor tapped his glass, bringing most of the chatter to a halt as everyone turned to the platform. “My dear friends and beloved family! I thank you all for your hard work and wish you the most pleasant dreams. Before we enjoy this evening’s bounty, allow me to introduce our brethren from the Path of Death. I’m sure everyone is familiar with Brother Viktor, but it seems we are to welcome Sister Nadia to our ranks! A most joyous occasion indeed!”

Everyone raised their glasses, but no one drank, even when Viktor and Nadia raised theirs. They looked at Father Gregor, who continued with a knowing smile. “It’s not every day we get to entertain our siblings from other Paths. So, I pray the two of you enjoy yourselves to the fullest. And fear not. We have plenty of beds to spare if you wish to spend the night. In fact, I hope you do! What do you say, Brother Viktor? Will you not bless us with your company longer?”

Viktor wasn’t certain if he was smiling. His lips pulled back, revealing teeth and gums, but he wasn’t happy. Not at that moment. I know what you’re doing, old man. And I won’t stand for it. Sure, Nadia screwed up, but that doesn’t mean you get to decide if she becomes a Death Cleric.

Viktor raised his glass and inclined his head to polite applause. He caught Nadia’s eye and winked before addressing the room. “Father Gregor, I must thank you for all the kindness you’ve shown Sister Nadia and myself. I don’t have the words to describe my joy.”

Father Gregor bowed, a smug smile forming as he brought his glass to his lips, but Viktor’s next words made him freeze. “However, I’m afraid I must decline. You see, Sister Nadia is in desperate need of training, and I already promised Forgemaster Ivan and Mother Anya I’d begin her strength training tomorrow… You wouldn’t want me to break a promise and postpone Sister Nadia’s progress, would you?”

Nadia looked between them as whispers began filling the room. “Viktor, what are you doing? I don’t mind spending the night here.”

He smiled at her but kept his voice normal. “It's simple, Nadia. I’m the highest-ranking Death Cleric in this city. This means that I’m the only one who has the right to decide when you are to begin your training. You may not have done the tests correctly due to your lack of skill. But those tests don’t determine your status as a Death Cleric.”

Viktor locked eyes with Father Gregor and saluted him. “I do. And I do not wish to tell Forgemaster Ivan that your lessons were delayed.”

He drained his glass, and Boris filled it before Viktor could set it down. Nadia sipped from hers, wrinkling her nose at the taste before placing her glass on the table. None of the Life Clerics moved as they stared at Father Gregor. The older man almost dropped his glass but recovered with a fake laugh.

“That… in unfortunate, but you are correct, Brother. Since you’re the only Death Cleric in this city. You are free to do as you please concerning recruits… I merely wished to offer our hospitality, but I can see you have a true teaching spirit. It's wonderful to see you put Sister Nadia’s welfare above everything else. You are truly remarkable.”

He toasted Viktor, and soon, conversations began at a normal, if not awkward, pace. Nadia whispered. “What was that?!”

Viktor whispered back. “I was reminding Father Gregor that everything we did today was a traditional courtesy, not a law. He may control the largest faction of clerics and outrank me, but we walk different Paths. And I already accepted you into the Path of Death… I’ll explain more when we get home. Eat your fill, Nadia. The food here is delicious.”

Nadia grinned, almost jumping from her seat as she hugged him. Viktor ignored everyone staring at them as he looked at her. “Nadia?”

“That’s the first time you called it our home!” She smiled, and Viktor froze as he noticed the way the firelight made her eyes sparkle. If only… No, don’t think about that. She’s still trying to take over the city! Viktor smiled and gently pushed until she was sitting properly in her seat.

“I guess it is… I’ve been living alone for the last couple of months… That’s going to take some getting used to.” Nadia nodded and devoured a potato.

“I understand, Viktor. Don’t worry, I’ll stay out of your things and work hard!” He laughed and began to relax as he ate. They say all of the support staff at the palace are Life Clerics. I can see why this food rivals the Fire Clerics! Viktor wasn’t a gourmet, but he knew what he liked.

And despite her claims of not needing to eat. Nadia consumed everything in front of her with a grin. It helped ease the tension with some of the other high-ranking Life Clerics, as they often offered her more food and drink before she could ask, and Viktor was given the same treatment.

He found himself laughing at their jokes, and a part of him wished he could accept Father Gregor’s offer. But whenever he looked at the older man, he noticed the cold calculation in his eyes. If Father Gregor decides to be difficult, many others will follow his lead. He can’t drive us from this city, but he might be able to get Father Lena to act. And if Forgemaster Ivan reveals what we talked about…

Viktor focused on the meal until he was full, and he felt they’d stayed long enough to avoid being rude. He gently pushed Nadia’s latest plate away and held his hand out to her. “Come along, Nadia. Let's go home. We can always visit them again if you wish.”

Nadia grabbed his hand with a grin before rubbing her stomach with a wince. “I think I overdid it. I’m not sure how well I’ll be moving tomorrow.”

Viktor chuckled, causing Nadia and a few others to look at him curiously. “Oh, you don’t need to worry about that. Forgemaster Ivan taught me everything he knew about strength training. By the time I’m done, you’ll either be hungry enough to eat a horse. Or you’ll pass out on your feet.”

“No way. That’s not true! And it doesn’t sound fun, either!” Viktor’s grin could have skinned a cat as he led Nadia outside.

“Oh, it’s going to be lots of fun! You can’t decide these things without giving them a proper try, and you promised to work hard. You want that lucky charm from Forgemaster Ivan, don’t you?”

“He said it’s a good luck charm. And yes! I’d love one! We’re going to need a lot of luck for the future, aren’t we?!” Viktor chuckled, nodding to Boris as he waved them through the doors. Thunder rattled the sky while a warm breeze gently ruffled their hair.

“My apologies. A good luck charm. That’s very important, and if you really want it. You’re going to have to earn it. I’m not the best at fighting people, but I’m not going to make it easy for you, Nadia.”

She pouted, then giggled as they jogged down the street. The sun’s dying rays provided enough light to help them as they soon began to run to the graveyard. Viktor reached the door first and smirked as he went inside. “Praise be to whoever granted me long legs! That was… a fun way to spend the evening.”

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Nadia grinned, removing her robe before collapsing on the bed… the only bed. Viktor blushed and pulled an old blanket from the bed as he lied down. Nadia watched him while supporting her face on her palm. “What’re you doing, Viktor?”

“I’m going to sleep. You should do the same. We’ll get up before dawn regardless of the weather.” Nadia frowned and scooted closer until she was as close to him as possible while still being on the bed.

“Why are you going to sleep on the floor? I don’t need to sleep, and the bed is big enough for both of us.” Viktor shook his head and used a spare shirt for a pillow.

“For the same reasons, I tried to find a place for you to live. It’s not proper for a man and a woman to share a bed out of wedlock. And besides, you said you didn’t need to eat, but you ate enough to fill five people.”

“That’s different. I was trying to be polite… But I did enjoy the food, and I still think you’re being silly. I’m not going to bite you, Viktor. Come up here, and I’ll help you stay warm!” Viktor stared at her, hoping she couldn’t see him blush.

“What do you mean by that?” I thought she forgot what she said at the Water Temple. I can’t say I’m not flattered, but… Nadia lightly poked him with her foot and grinned.

“Through body heat, of course. I can’t produce it, but I feel very warm now. Here, can you tell?” She pressed her lower arm against his face, and Viktor sighed in relief. I see, so that’s what she meant.

“Just because you can’t create body heat doesn’t mean you’re…” What am I saying? You’re alive? You’re a woman? I don’t want to give her the wrong idea! But he wasn’t certain what the right idea was. Nadia continued to watch him as thunder sounded above the cottage and a deluge of rain came crashing down.

Viktor looked at the ceiling, smiling when he couldn’t see any leaks forming. I guess we won’t have to worry about the roof for now… He turned back to Nadia, unsurprised that she was still watching him. She smiled and patted the bed beside her. “It’ll only be until Mother Anya sends the carpenters. When do you think that’ll be?”

“I’m not sure. Knowing her, she would have finished the paperwork and began looking for someone to take the order…” But that was before Father Gregor found out Nadia couldn’t sense her mana. Did he contact them to complain about how she acted during their tests?

Viktor sighed and laid on his side, facing away from Nadia, missing her pout, but he heard when she sat up. “Are you really going to sleep on the floor?”

“I’ve slept on worse things, and like you said. It’s only until the carpenters arrive…” If they arrive.

“What happens after that? Does it take a long time to expand a house? Will we have to sleep in the graveyard?”

“No. There are two other graveyards in this city. Each has a cottage for a caretaker’s use. We’ll probably use the one reserved for the wealthier residents. It’s closer, and the nobility won’t be able to say anything about it for a few days…” Nadia knelt and leaned over him so she could see his face.

“Why would they say anything at all? Aren’t we the caretakers? Do they not like we’re not rich or something?”

“Go lie down on the bed, Nadia. You don’t want to get your new clothes dirty, do you?” Nadia laid down beside him and grinned.

“If it’s good enough for you, Viktor. Then it’s good enough for me! Besides, black is good at hiding stains. And we’re going to be working tomorrow, right? How often do you wash your clothes? Should we wash ours together?” Viktor wanted to glare, but he felt himself smile instead.

“You’re not going to do what I say, are you?”

“I will when it's important. But I don’t understand why you insist on sleeping on the floor. You were living here long before I came, so why do I get the bed? Also, you’re not done answering my questions!” Viktor groaned and rubbed his face.

“It’s called manners, Nadia. You’re a woman, so I’m trying to keep you comfortable while preserving your honor… And you need to start listening to me! I’m supposed to be your teacher, remember? We need to find a way around your… mana issue before things get out of hand.”

Nadia smirked. “Teachers are supposed to answer questions. And I already said I don’t care about things like that, Viktor. Why should I care if a random person doesn’t like me? They don’t know me… Do they know you?”

“They should, considering I’ve lived here for most of my life.”

“But do they?” Viktor shook his head and moved to the bed. Nadia giggled and resumed her place. The mattress was wide enough for both to rest comfortably, but Viktor could barely keep a few inches between them even when he pressed himself against the wall. If nothing else. I hope we get bigger rooms. This will get complicated quickly.

“Most… know me by reputation. In their defense, I’m not much of a people person… and there’s a lot of nobles and profitable merchants here.”

“Why do they keep you from the other graveyards?” Viktor sighed, feeling exhaustion creeping up on him.

“Can I answer that one another time? I’m tired, and I still need to think of a way to begin training you.” Nadia grinned and nodded.

“Good night, Viktor!”

“Good night… Nadia?” She hummed as she squeezed his hand.

“Yes?”

“Do you… need to sleep?” She shook her head. Why am I not surprised? At least she’s honest… hopefully. “What… are you going to be doing while I sleep?”

“Probably look at the pictures in your books. That’s what I was doing when you went to the funeral! I didn’t realize I didn’t know the local language until then. Are there lots of languages?”

“More than you can count… But we’ll stick with the Common tongue for now. I’m sure I can find other things for you to study later…” Nadia grinned and pulled the blankets up around Viktor’s shoulders, tucking him in as if he were a child before squeezing his hand again.

That was cute… Viktor squeezed her hand back as he thought of something else. “What were you doing last night?”

“You mean when you thought I was a vampire and told me to stay where you could see me?”

“Yes.” Was that really last night? So many things have happened since then. Nadia giggled as Viktor yawned.

“I was watching you. You told me to stay where you could see me, and I didn’t want you to think I was going to hurt you. And I never want to hurt you, Viktor. Please, believe that!”

“I believe it…” She could have hurt me anytime, but she didn’t. Maybe I can convince her to leave her god and join the Paths properly. It couldn’t hurt to try… Viktor watched Nadia, occasionally squeezing her hand to make her smile before exhaustion finally overcame him.

Blood poured from the sky in rivers as the damned cried out in pain. Viktor stood transfixed as Nadia smiled at him. Her hands were covered in blood as she squeezed his hands between hers. “I’m so happy, Viktor! This is all because of you! I love you so much, but we’re not done yet! There’s still one more thing we need to do!”

“What?” Nadia grinned, thrusting her hand deep into Viktor’s chest. He coughs as the sound of his ribs cracking fills his ears, and Nadia hums as she pulls something out. “Na”-

“Shh, be quiet, Viktor. We’re almost done, and I want you to see this!” She held up her hands, revealing his heart. It continued to beat despite no longer being connected to his body. Viktor almost doubted what he saw as an aura emerged from his heart.

It bathed Nadia’s face in light as he fell forward. The last thing he saw was Nadia offering his heart, and the newly-formed soul orb up to a large, monstrous hand that was all claws that scratched Nadia as it accepted her offering.

Viktor sat up with a shout, startling Nadia, who was sitting in front of his washtub with a book. “Viktor, are you alright? What happened?!”

She leaped to his side, concern clear as he shook his head and pressed his hand against his chest. Was that a dream or something else? Nadia said she wasn’t powerless, but… He looked at her face as she kneeled before him, slowly rubbing his shoulders as he struggled to control his breathing.

“It’s ok, Viktor. Breathe. You’re home in your bed, see? Everything is fine!”

“Na…” Was that really a dream? He looked at her, bracing himself for an attack, but she only hugged and rocked him like he was a child.

“Shh, I’m here. I’m right here. Everything is fine. You’re safe, Viktor. You’re safe with me!” Viktor didn’t know what to believe, but his heart remained in his chest, and Nadia continued to speak softly while he calmed down. “It was just a bad dream, Viktor. Whatever you think you saw. It was only a dream… Do you… want to tell me what it was?”

“No.” I want to forget it happened before I become paranoid! Viktor inhaled, accidentally taking in some of Nadia’s scent, a strange sweetness, as he sat up and looked at the window. “The rain stopped.”

“Mhm, it stopped a couple of hours ago. Dawn will be here soon. Do you want to try to get some more sleep? I can make breakfast if you want!” Viktor shook his head and gently pushed her away so he could stand.

“We need to come up with a plan. Father Gregor can’t stop me from training you as a Death Cleric without a justifiable cause.” And I can’t waste time in case he is planning something. Viktor handed Nadia her robe and pointed to the outhouse. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”

“No.” He stared at her until she shrugged. “I imagine I’ll know when I have to, but I haven’t felt like relieving myself since we met. Should I practice faking that?”

“... Probably.” Why are we having such odd conversations? Viktor went to the outhouse and focused on the mundane tasks of caring for his needs while forming an attempt at a plan. I need to see what she can do. Nadia was holding the book, but she looked up when he came back inside.

“Do you feel better?”

“No. But I can’t let that stop me. You said you have a way to defend yourself?” She nodded and placed the book on top of the washtub.

“Do you want to see?”

“Yes. I know there are other magics out there, but I have to make sure you can’t be accused of necromancy.” Nadia grinned and offered him a slice of bread before settling on the bed. Viktor took a bite, wincing as the taste of its staleness covered his tongue. I’ll need to make a stew tonight. It’s too soon to ask for more.

“Do you have anything here that can interfere with a ghost, Viktor? Like stopping them from entering the cottage?” Viktor shook his head and stuffed the rest of the bread into his mouth.

“If you mean something like a symbol, then no. There’s nothing stopping a ghost or spirit orb from coming inside… Unless I placed a barrier to prevent it. Why?”

“Do you have one up now? I can’t show you what I can do otherwise.” Viktor shook his head and folded his arms across his chest as he watched her.

“I don’t have one up. I like it when the spirit orbs come inside. They’re usually cheerful.” It’s been a while since I’ve dealt with a ghost. I wonder what she’s up to. Nadia grinned and clapped her hands.

“Great! In that case. Come in, everybody! Viktor wants to see you!”

“What?!” The cottage was filled with several spirit orbs. Viktor blinked in surprise as they began circling Nadia and himself as they laughed.

“You called?”

“You lonely?”

“You want to play?”

“Love you! “

“We love you too, little ones! Viktor is worried that Father Gregor is going to be mean to me. But you’ll help me, right?” A chorus of “yes, and love you!” Made Viktor cover his ears as he shook his head.

“Nadia… are you planning on using the spirit orbs instead of mana?” She nodded as she let the little ones bounce off her palms.

“Mhm. They love me. So, I’ll ask them to help us out! This can’t be called necromancy, right? I’m not forcing them to do anything!”

“Well…” There are people who can communicate with the dead. I know I’ve read about ghosts being used for fortune-telling. “It… might work. But never ask them to enter someone’s body. And if a ghost asks to enter yours. Tell them no! Nothing good will come from such a union.”

“Alright! I wasn’t planning on doing that anyway! They’re too nice to shove into a random body. What’s next, Viktor? Are you going to eat anything else? I feel like a single slice of bread isn’t a very good breakfast, and you need to eat to stay strong!”

Viktor chuckled and picked up his shovel. “I don’t eat much in the mornings, and there are other ways to get strong. Come with me. It’s time to begin your strength training.”

The rain was both a blessing and a curse. The hole was still visible, but the ground had softened to mud, making walking difficult as they saw all of the fallen trees. Nadia fidgeted as she looked at Viktor. “Was all this because of me?”

“It’s more appropriate to say it’s due to the one who sent you. But this does provide a great way to strengthen your muscles!” He handed her an ax and pointed to the nearest tree. “You’ll start by chopping those into firewood. Don’t worry about making them pretty. We’re going to need as much as we can.”

Nadia tested the edge, and Viktor smiled when she didn’t cut herself. “It looks like you know what to do, Nadia. Do you have any questions?”

“Not really. What are you going to be doing?” He chuckled. So, this is what it feels like to be giving orders… I can see why Dmitri loved bossing me around.

“I’m going to put some of my mana into some gems. We’ll worry about the hole itself after you’re done with the trees.” Nadia tilted her head to the side.

“Are you going to make me fill it up?”

“Yes. You made the mess. So you get to clean it. Once you’ve finished, we’ll move on to something else.”

“Like what?!” Viktor pointed at the tree and grinned as Nadia groaned. This is going to be fun!

Viktor recharged the gem, made a plan for the rest of the day, and prepared a proper meal by the time Nadia finished chopping the trees. For someone who says she’s not alive, she’s certainly having trouble swinging her ax now. The sun was well past noon, yet Nadia hadn’t stopped for a break or complained once.

It was a promising sight. But it worried Viktor. If she’s the type to see a task through without taking care of herself, then… He watched as she sent the last chunk of wood flying before approaching her. “Excellent work, Nadia. Are you ready for a break?”

She nodded, and Viktor plucked the ax away before handing her a water skin. “Drink. Let the water soothe your throat. I have a meal prepared.”

Nadia upended the skin, sending water onto her head as she sighed. “My arms feel like they’re about to fall off.”

“That’ll happen when you do hard work. Go back to the cottage, Nadia. I’ll gather some firewood and bring it over. We’ll see if you have the energy for anything else once you’re done resting.”

“I can help gather firewood. You said I have to”- Viktor flicked her forehead and pushed her towards the cottage.

“I said you need to start listening to me. You’re exhausted, doll body or no. It’s important to take breaks, Nadia. Now go rest. I’ll be in shortly.” She rubbed her forehead, aiming a light glare at him as she walked away. Viktor shook his head and began gathering the nearest wood chunks.

It’s a good thing she’s a hard worker. But she wasn’t sweating, and her breathing didn’t appear to be labored. I need to help her blend in more if she’s going to have a chance at happiness. The dream flashed across his mind, causing Viktor to shudder as he tucked a piece under his arm.

That was just a dream. You can keep Nadia from doing anything wrong. You just need to work with her more. He almost laughed when he saw her sprawled on the bed. “I told you to eat. It’s too early for a nap, Nadia.”

I’m not taking a nap… I think?” She sat up and frowned as he placed some of the firewood next to the fireplace. “Is that everything you carried? You should have let me help you. We would have brought more!”

“This isn’t all that I carried. I left most of it outside near the window. I’ll grab some more before we go to bed.” He offered her another water skin, and Nadia drank it this time. Letting out a content sigh as she looked out the window.

“That can’t be all of it. My fingers are throbbing! It felt like I cut down a forest!”

“It’s not. And you only chopped six trees, Nadia. We’ll gather more when we’ve rested, and if someone else takes some, then it won’t be wasted. Now come here and eat. We’ll have stew for dinner.” Nadia hummed and ate mechanically at first, but the same energy she used last night at the feast returned.

Letting her clean her plate and looking as fresh as she had that morning. I can use that. It certainly makes physical tasks easier. They washed their dishes, and Viktor led Nadia outside. “Are we going to pick up the rest of the wood and fill in the hole I made?”

“Not yet. I want to show you the barriers around the graveyard first. Can you sense mana?”

“I think so? I sensed you were strong when you picked me up. Does that count?” Viktor hummed in thought. I felt strong to her? If I’m the first person she met besides her god. Does that mean I’m strong for a human cleric, or is she comparing me to her master? Viktor wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

The city of Vern hosts many capable clerics. Viktor liked to think he wasn’t the weakest since he often fought ghouls and the occasional ghost. But the idea of being praised for his strength never occurred to him. She said the first person she met was supposed to help her. Why would a god choose me to help end the world? I’d never do it!

They reached the gate, but Viktor led Nadia along the edges, keeping close to the wall as he pointed to the barrier. “Can you see it? Smell it? Hear it?”

Nadia nodded, her eyes widening in surprise and delight. “It looks like a purple egg with blue specks floating around! How did I miss this? I heard the spirit orbs, but I didn’t hear anything from this until you pointed it out. What is it?!”

“This is a barrier. There are many kinds, but this one keeps the undead at bay. This one covers the entire graveyard, including our cottage, well, and the outhouse. The other graveyards have them, but I’ve heard the Life Clerics did some modifications after… Brother Dmitri’s death… There’s another barrier around the city limits, but that one is more like a funnel than a diversion. Its job is to protect the living. We are the ones who protect the dead.”

“I see… And you’re worried because my master was able to send me through without tearing the barriers?” Viktor nodded, watching as she looked down and played with her sleeves.

“Yes. The only way to transport something or someone. Is to either be inside the barrier or remove it. Your master did neither, yet here you are… Unless he’s inside the barrier?” She shook her head and resumed walking, lightly trailing her fingers on the barrier as they continued.

“He’s still in his realm. Don’t worry, Viktor. No one will disturb the barriers on my watch!” She grinned, and he forced himself to return it. I hope so. I don’t want to think of what’ll happen if I can’t convince you to truly join the Path of Death. The graveyard wasn’t a smooth expanse of field.

It was roughly a box shape nestled between several hills and spotted with stunted trees and brush. Some stubborn vegetation managed to grow healthy enough to sprout green leaves and flowers, but most were content to remain in shades of yellow and orange. It was a sight Viktor was used to, one he accepted as natural.

Yet Nadia’s question threw him off guard. “Why aren’t there any tombstones or markers, Viktor? How is anyone supposed to avoid walking on the dead or visit their loved ones?”

“This graveyard doesn’t work that way. It’s the poorest and the most likely for ghouls to attack. So, we use the Spire to give visitors a safe place to pray and leave donations… The dead will tell you which spots are safe to dig. And it helps prevent graverobbing. If you know someone was buried in their wedding ring but don’t have any means to find their grave. Would you go to the trouble of digging in random places and risking the dead’s wrath to line your pockets?”

“No, but it still seems cruel. Most people can’t sense the dead. And how does the lack of markers prevent ghouls from digging them up?”

“It doesn’t. This graveyard is…” Viktor saw her confusion and relied on his instincts. He told her the truth. Bluntly. “This graveyard and the others act as lures to the undead. We protect them as best we can, but if it’s a choice between sacrificing a corpse and a living person. Then the obvious choice is to use the dead as bait until the abominations can be dealt with.”

“That’s horrible! Isn’t there a better way to keep everyone safe?” Viktor smiled and hugged her while they walked.

“None that won’t eventually kill every cleric. The barriers are our best defense against the undead, but they have to be recharged. That’s why the caretakers live next to the graveyards. Ideally, there should be two or three Death Clerics per graveyard. But the king forbids us from having too many members present. So, it’s been Brother Dmitri and myself for the longest time…”

Nadia looked up at him and hesitantly asked. “How long?”

“What?” She squeezed his arm and repeated.

“How long was it just the two of you?” Viktor sighed.

“Since I was a child… Around five or six, I think? Needless to say, I grew up here… This is my home.” It’s where I belong.

“And how long have you been living in this graveyard, Viktor?”

“By myself or since Dmitri found me?”

“Both.” Viktor paused, letting the sight of a spirit orb distract him as he felt the past try to pull him back.

“This graveyard is… was Brother Dmitri’s favorite. He raised me in that cottage. Though the other graveyards should welcome me just fine… And you as well…” Should I wait until the carpenters arrive, so they can’t bear us entry? Or remind them that I don’t have to play by their rules and take her tomorrow?

Viktor hated being uncertain, yet that’s all he’d been feeling since the day Brother Dmitri died. He turned to the tree he buried Dmitri under and sighed as he could just see the top of it from their position. “It’s been two months since I buried him… If a third Death Cleric arrives, they should be granted one of the other cottages, and you should receive the other one. But that’s only if the king allows it… And those who have gotten used to the Life Clerics don’t try to solve this problem with their money.”

“I don’t want that! I like living with you. I never want to leave you! I’ll smack some sense into anyone who tries to stop us from doing our jobs, but I’m not going to leave you alone, especially after last night!”

“Last night?” Nadia nodded.

“I didn’t like it when you woke up screaming. You were in pain, but you weren’t in pain. I don’t want you to go through that again, especially not alone. No one should go through something like that alone!”

“It was just a dream, Nadia…” About you, but I can’t deny hearing her say that is… nice. I wonder what you’d think of her, Dmitri… Viktor hugged her as they reached one of the hills. “If we climb to the top. We’ll see most of the city. Do you want to look?”

“Sure! Which places can’t we see from here?”

“Most of the palace and the buildings behind it. But we’ll see the towers and most of the barrier covering our graveyard. We’ll get up early tomorrow, so you can see the sunrise from up here. It’s beautiful and one of the only reasons I’ll wake up early!” Nadia started to nod but then frowned.

“Viktor?”

“Yes?”

“What counts as early for you?” He thought about it as they reached the top.

“If we were heading for this hill. I’d say an hour or two before dawn. I usually wake up around that time, so get used to going to bed early if you insist on living together.”

“But how will you get enough sleep? Wouldn’t it be easier to come here during a sunset?”

“It would. But it’s not the same. Why are you freaking out? You’re the one who doesn’t need to sleep. You should be fine.”

“I will be. But I don’t want you to push yourself when you’re already tired!” Viktor laughed, nudging Nadia until she looked at the city spread out below them. A fresh breeze carried the scents of food cooking, making Viktor wish the end of the day would come soon.

He wanted to eat that stew, but Nadia’s education had to come first. The two finished walking around the borders before picking up more wood and returning to the cottage. Viktor decided to start teaching Nadia how to read. We’ll save the meditation for after dinner. She always seems more energetic after eating.

None of the books he owned were suitable for a beginner, but Viktor did his best. “We’ll start by learning about plants. This will help you with herbs at the same time. Do you have any questions?”

Nadia shook her head, and Viktor handed her a slim book bound in yellow leather. “The nice thing about this one is that the plants are listed in alphabetical order. So, you’ll be able to practice most of your letters at least.”

“Are there more plants than the ones listed in this book?” Viktor nodded, smiling as she grinned and turned the first page.

“There are more plants than there are books to talk about them. The merchants are always finding new plants and other things that we didn’t know about. It’s one of the reasons the Fire and Water Clerics are always in high demand. You never know what you’ll run into out there.”

“Like me!” Viktor nodded and pointed to the top of the page. I wished she hadn’t said that. But at least she’s happy… The reading lesson continued until the sun almost went down. Viktor stretched, chuckling as he looked at some of Nadia’s scribbles. She’s coming along so well. She’ll be a true scholar at this rate!

“Let’s have dinner, Nadia. I’ll give you a meditation lesson once we’re done.” Nadia grabbed the bowls and helped set the table.

“Ok! I can’t wait to try this stew, Viktor. It smells amazing!”