Pe-pet

"Armen Valorse, this is unacceptable!" The priest slammed his hand on the table. Everyone held their heads low, including the holy knight. "You were supposed to deliver justice-"

"With all due respect your grace, I was supposed to deliver a message; there is a difference."

Snickers broke out.

"Silence!" He grunted. Creases formed, as veins bulged but he let out a breath and snorted once, leaning back against his chair. "He murdered your pupil, and here you come back, tail waggling, like he's your new favorite toy."

About a dozen or so people were in the room; a small room. And the small room itself was the government building of the fort city.

"Well, I can't deny that," Armen smiled, a gentle smile. "He genuinely seemed like a decent human being. Ah, pardon, he was a skeleton, so I doubt he sees himself as a human."

"Humans do not become the undead," the priest said. "So, he wasn't one even if he reincarnated."