My head hurt.
‘…It had to happen on a day when everything goes wrong.’
How could I end up encountering Prince Louis, who had turned into a zombie?
If Jessica Celeste’s Luck stat was SS-grade, then I was undoubtedly F-grade.
Otherwise, there was no way the zombie Prince Louis, who ruthlessly tore apart Henry Kitten’s neck right before my eyes, could appear.
Once the former Second Prince Aston, who had the same status as Prince Louis, asserted that the zombie over there was indeed my brother, the party naturally fell into confusion.
Except for me and my party members, the rest of the people were bewildered.
Nadia, Nigel, and Lady Celeste hesitated due to their noble status.
“If that’s the real Prince, should we kill… no, allow him to rest in peace? Isn’t it right that we’ll be later punished for attempted murder of a royal family member?”
The Hwang Sung has already collapsed due to zombies. What a fuss about nothing. Rejected.
“Even so, having to put a bullet hole in Prince’s head… As someone who was once his mentor, it’s against my will.”
Anyway, he’s a dead person. And that human killed Marquis Henry Kitten, who was Elizabeth’s biological father, in one bite. There’s no reason to treat him like a human. So, rejected again.
After sorting out the confusion of the two, all that remained were Maryon, a high-level magician of the Mato, and Emily and Rose, friends of Lina and maids of Marquis Kitten.
These people hesitated for quite different reasons than Nadia and Nigel.
Maids Emily and Rose asked me.
They were holding crossbows in their hands.
“Uh… Marquis.”
“Yeah?”
“When you said if we see a zombie, we should wait and shoot it in the head no matter who it is, wouldn’t it be more appropriate for you to deal with that zombie?”
“I also agree with Emily, Marquis. It’s a zombie that bit and killed Marquis Henry Kitten, who was your father. It seems right for you to dispose of it with your magical gun…!”
The two maids were insisting on immediate disposal, saying, ‘The zombie must be taken care of by our Marquis.’
Well, honestly, since it seems scary to defeat a zombie that was once a prince, I thought I shouldn’t defeat it. How can I be so ruthless to someone I once loved… Such nonsense was expected to come out.
‘It got worse…’
Loyal maids who gave me priority to deal with zombies. I felt like crying in gratitude. Sob.
“I’m okay.”
‘Because I’m not really Elizabeth, I don’t necessarily have to deal with it myself…’
Already disinterested in the ruined original, my impressions of seeing Prince Louis, who became a zombie, again were utterly bland.
‘Ah, that’s right. He was here.’
This is the end.
All of it.
I didn’t feel any waves of emotions.
‘Shouldn’t we take care of this quickly?’
It was troublesome and annoying. I was worried that Nobles Nadia and Nigel and Viscount Celeste hesitated because they might see the state of Marquis Henry Kitten.
“Groooan… Aaah…”
The zombie prince was wandering around a mansion of a noble family with a slightly overgrown thicket because it couldn’t be managed properly.
While hiding behind the wall, checking the zombie prince’s movements, Maryon asked me.
“Uh, Marquis Kitten.”
“Yeah? What’s the matter, Maryon?”
“Well… You said that anyone who sees a zombie should take care of it first, right?”
“That’s right.”
Almost forcibly, Maryon, who returned to Marquis Kitten before he could leave, had a promise before he came out.
〈How can I go hunting zombies! Uh! I absolutely can’t do it! My stomach is weak, and I’m frail, so I can’t read scary stories well! I have to hug a cushion and sleep at night!〉
〈Then I’ll give you an additional allowance. Let’s assume it’s a long-term business trip.〉
〈…How much are you going to estimate…?〉
Maryon’s attitude became polite.
〈How about ten gold for each zombie you deal with?〉
〈Hey, Marquis. The capital of the empire has been destroyed. What good is money at a time like this…〉
〈Then, for each zombie you deal with, add one fresh ingredient you want.〉
〈…!〉
It might be a shock. If there was a riot even in Chatteris with a Mato, naturally, it would have been difficult to buy groceries even if you had money.
I aimed for that point.
〈I went to Duo Street the other day to fill in the missing ingredients. I rescued survivors and brought enough food… So, how about it?〉
〈I’ll do my best to blow off the zombie’s head.〉
〈Hmm, good. That materialistic attitude. Immediate feedback is satisfying.〉
…For that reason, Maryon was very enthusiastic about the current job of killing zombies.
Only later did I hear from Lus that Maryon has a very enthusiastic younger sister and a rabbit-like nephew born from that younger sister.
〈Maryon is a high-level magician, but not a noble, so he has been working while receiving sponsorship.〉
Since the sponsored amount is not free, he said that he has been using the money earned as a high-level magician to pay back the sponsorship after becoming an adult.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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