While Elizabeth Kiton, the Duchess referred to subtly as the saint among the survivors, seemed to be a somewhat suitable candidate, she was considered for exclusion because she didn’t seem to have any divine power. But…

‘Although there was no clear evidence, the center of the survivors seemed to be Elizabeth Kiton.’

Strangely, Siena found Elizabeth suspicious. She only fulfilled one condition—having influence among the people in the mansion—but Siena had a bad feeling about it.

Even though ‘Father’ had created the zombies and led the charge to defeat them, and even though he had gathered survivors at his mansion to build influence, it was still suspicious.

Maybe it was because of her keen intuition that detected the difference from the sealed memories. Regardless, Siena felt uncomfortable with her.
“Could she be the human my father is looking for?”

The incompetent one?

What caught Siena, who was hesitating and wandering around without certainty, was the news that the Second Prince, Aston, was recognized as a saint.

“The only remaining heir to succeed the imperial throne and save the fallen empire is chosen as Aston Cliter, or rather, Aston Del Hainsworth.”

A small mouse boldly proclaimed that this little thing would save the empire as a saint.

From Siena’s perspective, it was an astonishing statement that pricked her ears.

Surprisingly, the talking mouse emitted an uncomfortably strong divine power.

“I almost showed a strange reaction.”

Like a human approaching the sun, Siena felt a scorching heat throughout her body as Zero stood in front of her.

If it were an ordinary zombie, it would have hurriedly fled, but Siena endured patiently. There couldn’t be a fleeing action, even for her father’s sake.

The mouse claiming to be a god, Zero, declared Aston, the Second Prince, as a saint, even mentioning the name of the god Ardell.

Since even Kieran, ‘Father,’ mentioned the name of the god Ardell, whom he horribly despises, there was nothing more to observe. Although there was no trustworthy feeling from Zero’s appearance, didn’t the new god, Zero, say it himself?

From Siena’s perspective, who didn’t know that the gods really orchestrated her contract, targeting Aston was a reasonable judgment.

“But why?”

It was uncomfortable to see Duchess Kiton, Elizabeth, who was pushed to the point of death, leave with a bright smile.

Compared to the numerically superior zombies, she was a pitiful figure. Even if she went with high-level mages, summoners, and a paladin, it would have been ridiculous to bring a servant armed with a crossbow.

“Make sure to bring victory to His Excellency.”

With confident violet eyes glittering, it was hard to find any tension in the woman with her long silver hair tightly tied up.

“…probably because of the saint, the Second Prince.”

Siena guessed that this uncomfortable feeling was because of Aston. Acknowledging that it was only natural to feel unpleasant emotions when faced with a human blessed by the god whom Kieran, ‘Father,’ detested so much.

“So, killing Aston Del Hainsworth will surely please Father.”

Moreover, she wouldn’t have to feel this annoying feeling anymore. Siena thought so.

If they lose the saint, who is both the leader and the hope, the remaining humans will be swept away by the zombies Kieran controls like fallen leaves.

Although she had been using various tactics, such as magical barriers, so far, they would not be able to win against Kieran by confronting him.

Siena, who had neatly organized her complicated thoughts, turned her gaze away from the window. Then, suddenly, she coughed.

“Cough! Cough, cough…”
Siena’s slender body, which had been coughing with her mouth covered, twitched. The coughing sound continued incessantly but then abruptly stopped.

“…….”

Siena slowly lifted the hand that covered her mouth and stared. Her narrowed eyes showed a moment of contemplation.

‘Perhaps, the human body can’t endure it for long without consuming human blood and flesh.’

On the exposed palm, a peculiar dark fluid oozed out like saliva, thick and sticky like pine resin.

It was rotten blood from the already dead corpse.

The heart, no longer beating, couldn’t circulate the blood in the body, causing the putrid blood to emit a strong stench. Just the sight of it was unpleasant and horrifying.

No longer human, Siena nonchalantly wiped away the bloodstains with a handkerchief and burned it in the candlelight.

Sizzle.

Siena’s expression, watching the handkerchief burn away, was cold to the point of numbness.

‘How should I kill Aston Del Hainsworth?’

Though reborn as a reinforced zombie under Kieran’s perfect magical array, the essence remained unchanged, and it seemed there were limits to not being able to tear and eat humans.

Aston was a formidable human. He had already risen to the ranks of a Sword Master, and with sharp senses, he was not someone easy to kill.

Siena pondered with regret while deducing information gathered so far.

‘If he were the one who recognized the previous me, like Russ or Benedict, or Michael, it would have been more comfortable.’

Before, there seemed to be no connection between Siena and Aston. Moreover, it would have seemed odd from a human perspective for her to approach him, especially since she was his brother’s wife.

‘Now, without that annoying little mouse, she’s in perfect condition to harm people.’

Would it be sweeter to devour a human called a saint? Would it be suitable as the last supper before being abandoned by ‘Father’?

Siena pondered her appetite. For a moment, her eyes glowed with an intense shade of red.