“If anything happens here, there is Kitten Duke’s residence, and the mansion we are currently staying in. If this place is destroyed, the Duke will be sad.”

When Elizabeth was mentioned, Aston’s fingertips, flipping the bird, stopped.

Although he couldn’t say it aloud, the uncomfortable feeling of imagining scenes where she would be sad made his heart twist like a rock.
Internally, even if Elizabeth had the audacity to shoot zombies in the head without hesitation and detonate bombs, she might allow it, he thought.

“…That won’t work. Anyway, she’s the landlady. We should refrain from damaging her property. We’ve received her kindness.”

Aston tore apart the grilled bird, starting with the wings, as he spoke.

Michael, Ruth, and Benedict looked at him with their own thoughts.

‘Towards Duke Kitten.’

‘…Is he infatuated? Like me?’

‘Nevertheless, it’s probably less important than our lives.’

In the midst of the daydreaming scene, Aston spoke.

“But if the worst-case scenario really happens… the Duke might agree to a plan to blow up the entire capital.”

Everyone nodded in agreement with that opinion.

Elizabeth Kitten, chosen as the Saint, was doing her best to save people.

She was sincere in defeating zombies, and she had a talent for bravely fighting.

For a human, rushing into unknown monsters that would make anyone fear was already tremendous courage.

“Just in case, we should prepare magical bombs. The old folks in the Matop might generously provide us with bombs, who knows.”

At Benedict’s innocently factual violence, Ruth rubbed his stiff eye area.

“It would have been good if the mages came for support.”

“I agree. It’s a shame there aren’t any Holy Knights or priests from the temple. Tsk.”

Just thinking about the Pope, who had cut off thirty-six disciples, made Michael’s teeth chatter. He even wished to be bitten by a wild beast rather than become a zombie.

The noisy conversation turned back to the topic of zombies.

“…Will the dark wizard come after us?”

Aston answered Michael’s question about the wizard’s intention.

“If there’s a lunatic who makes all living humans be bitten to death or turn into zombies, he’ll definitely find us. Based on the situation, his goal is probably… the extermination of all humans.”

“Zero, who looks like a little hamster, is said to have a difficult-to-identify identity. I don’t know if we can find out.”

Ruth expressed a skeptical opinion.

“It would be fortunate if we don’t turn into the same monsters we fight.”

“Ruth is strong, isn’t he?”

“There’s no profit in being foolish in front of a cudgel.”

In response to Benedict’s words, Ruth playfully shook his nose, mimicking a childish gesture. Benedict waved him away, telling him not to treat him like a child.

“The number of zombie entities is increasing too quickly. We need to make attempts to gradually reclaim the capital’s territory from tens of thousands of zombies… Otherwise, we might face annihilation.”

So, despite knowing that Elizabeth would dislike it, she was in the midst of conducting physical training. While it was standard for the healer’s role to go for rear support, the situation was almost like a war.
‘While we’re fighting, if there’s a gap, and a zombie bites Duchess Elizabeth Kitten…’

Even the mere imagination made the blood in their bodies run cold. Not only Michael but also Ruth, Benedict, and Aston, all had the same thoughts, and their expressions stiffened.

“After carrying sandbags and finishing the training with the smoke wheel, let’s do push-ups too.”

“Sit-ups too.”

“It might be good to teach the basics, like throwing a knife to hit a target. What if we run out of bombs and bullets?”

“Good point.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Whether you like it or not.”

Discussion about the gruesome training ensued. The four men engaged in a serious debate on how they could turn the seemingly delicate(?) Elizabeth into a level where zombies and such would be deemed insignificant.

Zero went for a night stroll and overheard the four common guys discussing with serious faces how to turn Elizabeth, who had fallen on hard times, into a weapon.

“…Shouldn’t the guys who should be determined to kill the possessed be over there?”

Elizabeth’s party members were obsessed with turning her into a human weapon.

Zero listened to the terrifying training plan with a smiling face and discreetly stepped back.

“Well, Greenlight might be right… um… or not?”

Although he liked dramatic elements, Zero, who had ambitions no less than an instructor from hell, felt a bit sorry for the possessed individual, who was being eyed by party members with aspirations.

“Cheer up, possessed one! The future of this world and your return are at stake on your shoulders!”

Even if the possessed one swore to kill, Zero, who slept by her side every night, was there.

‘I should disappear before they misunderstand and think I’m involved.’

Zero wanted to survive.

Zero, who had only asked to take care of their child, rationalized that he hadn’t done anything wrong.