Demonic Skeleton God-Chapter 63: Itai’s Perfect Lie

"And where?" Itai asked.

"I don’t care, hit me wherever you want," the Overseer replied.

The Overseer was sitting in a large chair, which blocked all angles of attack from behind. So Itai had access to her face, her chest, and the side of her arm. Itai definitely chose the arm—he wasn’t a pervert, and he didn’t want to punch her in the face in case he hit her wrong and she got angry at him, so the arm was the best option.

Itai approached her, clenched his fist, and punched her with all his strength. "Was that supposed to be it?" she asked.

"Well, yes," Itai said.

"That was the strength of an average person. Of course, rogues specialize in speed, but they also need enough strength for their attacks to do something. With that kind of power, you wouldn’t be able to kill any monster. I believe you hit me with full force because I could feel it from you," said the Overseer.

"But even so, you’re Advanced Stage 1 with that level of strength, which leads me to only one conclusion—your magic energy must be coming from your mana. So you must be either a Support or a Mage," the Overseer paced around.

Itai cursed himself internally for choosing rogue. If he had checked support like Flain told him to, he wouldn’t be dealing with this kind of problem now.

"Honestly, I don’t fight, and Zheren fights for me, so I’m practically not any class," said Itai.

"Zheren? So that’s the name of your only party member? We’ll get to that later, but first let’s solve this. So explain to me why you don’t fight?" the Overseer asked.

"It’s because I always wanted to be a mage and I don’t have money for any magic-related stuff. Zheren is a very good friend of mine, so he gives me half of what we earn just for being there," said Itai.

"That’s a lie. Tell me the truth," said the Overseer.

Itai was trapped—he couldn’t lie as well as Flain. He had to quickly think of something to say.

"Zheren is my cursed servant. So I don’t have to fight because he can fight for me. He’s the last inheritance of our family, which has died out, and I’m the last member, so he belongs to me," said Itai.

What Itai just said was a half-truth. That Zheren is Itai’s servant is true, and that he’s cursed is also technically true, since he’s undead and bound to serve Itai. But the part about the family was completely made up.

"And why is he so weak? From a cursed servant, I’d expect more than just stage 2. Also, why did your family die out? If you have A-rank talent, then people in your family must have had similar high talents," said the Overseer.

"Well, he’s that weak because if he’s not near someone with my family’s blood, he gets weaker and would eventually die, and it took him some time to find his way to me. Honestly, I don’t really know what happened to my family because when I was 8 years old, I went out into the world to become stronger."

"In our family, there’s a rule that only people above stage 7 or under 8 years old are allowed to live on family property. So everyone has to leave at age 8 to gather strength in the world, and only once they reach a high enough stage can they return. If someone forgets the way back or dies, it’s their own fault," Itai finished lying.

Itai put all his creativity into this lie and used his brain to its fullest. If this didn’t work, then he probably wouldn’t come up with anything better.

Every second while Itai was speaking, the Overseer watched him closely, focusing her ice-blue eyes directly on him. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"Interesting, why are you still only stage 1? You’ve been wandering for strength for 11 years now," said the Overseer.

"Well, honestly, I’ve just been wandering the world so far and didn’t even know how to train. At the beginning, I was taken in by a family in a village, so I was basically a farmer until now. But when Zheren found me, a passion awakened inside me.

"The reason I only train my brain is because I want to become a mage, and I checked rogue on the form because I didn’t want to look suspicious so no one would discover Zheren. It didn’t occur to me that rogue focuses on the body, but it doesn’t matter anyway—my talent would’ve drawn attention regardless," Itai elaborated on his lie, hoping with all his might that it would work.

The Overseer was silent for a moment and kept staring at Itai. He didn’t feel exactly comfortable under her intense gaze, but there was nothing he could do—he had to endure it.

"Do you remember the way back?" asked the Overseer.

"Not exactly, but if I had a map, I’d probably be able to get there," said Itai.

The Overseer stayed silent for a moment. "Honestly, I believe you for now. But why did you take the badge of that dead adventurer for Zheren? Wouldn’t it have been better if Zheren became an adventurer the official way? You could’ve just written lies on the form," she said.

"Well, back then I took it because Zheren needed to sell something and I didn’t have ten gold. I also didn’t look at what was in the form. Once I became an adventurer, I didn’t really think about making Zheren one through the official way too," said Itai.

"Alright, bring Zheren here—I want to see him," said the Overseer.

Itai nodded and quickly ran outside, where Zheren was waiting for him. Once he was outside, he exhaled—he had made it through.

"Now you’re coming with me to a meeting. Do what I say and don’t you dare mess anything up," Itai told Zheren, to which Zheren nodded.

Then they headed together upstairs toward the Overseer’s office on the most visible floor. On the way, many people looked at them, curious why Itai and Zheren were heading through a door marked for staff only.

When Itai stood in front of her office, he took a deep breath and stepped inside with Zheren. Inside, the Overseer was already waiting for them, her cold eyes immediately locking onto Zheren.

"So this is him? He’s really big. Can he speak?" the Overseer asked.

"Well, I’m the only one who can communicate with him, and I do it through the mind," Itai replied.

"Alright then, show me what’s so cursed about him," said the Overseer.

Itai mentally ordered Zheren to take off his helmet. Upon receiving the command, Zheren slowly began to remove his helmet...

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