Necromancer's Summon!

Millie couldn't help but imagine how Philip would be bound to the stake by the church members, doused with holy water and pine oil, and burned alive amidst the scorching flames, his agonizing screams drowned out by the chilling cheers of the crowd.

Millie was uncertain about her capabilities, but one thing was clear: she could not stand idly by and do nothing.

Even if...

Even if Philip consented, even if it meant hastening his end...

With a heavy swallow to steel her mind, Millie first made her way to the toilet, then hesitantly approached the room where Philip was detained.

"Da, da..."

She paused at the door, her heart pounding as she noticed it was locked from the outside.

This was promising, it likely meant Philip was alone inside, and the guard was absent.

"Ah..."

Nervousness overwhelmed Millie; a soft moan escaped her lips as she reached out with trembling hands towards the lock.