“Oh, this is insane.”
The scene of the Pope being bitten was surreal. While the red pattern on the zombie led to its frenzy, I didn’t expect the determination to bite persisting even with only teeth remaining.
“Aaah! Aaah!”
The Pope screamed in agony, gripping the bitten area like a madman. Clear bite marks were left, and a little blood oozed from the spot where the zombie’s teeth had torn.
“Y-Your Holiness…”
The priests stared blankly at the Pope’s terrifying state. My party members and I were also silenced, unable to utter a word in this astonishing situation.
In the heavy atmosphere, Zero was the first to regain composure.
“Isolate that guy. No, he needs to be killed. There’s no hope once bitten by a zombie. Since we don’t know any cure and it’s better to kill before the transformation.”
It was a rational and cold-headed decision.
“I agree, but even if he’s an unpleasant person, he’s still alive.”
“So, what do we do?”
“After he transforms. It won’t be too late to deal with it. Inside the Path of Light, it will disappear on its own.”
“Considering the zombies with the red pattern on their foreheads became aggressive when bitten, we don’t know what will happen. What if… another annoying zombie like Siena appears?.”
My body shuddered. It was certainly a frightening possibility.
“…I will handle it immediately if he becomes a zombie.”
I didn’t want to leave any potential threats behind.
As if sensing the chilling atmosphere, the Pope, who had been screaming, suddenly kneeled in front of me.
“Y-Your Grace! Please! Spare my life!”
“…I have no intention of harming His Holiness.”
At least not yet.
Perhaps it was too thin a lie, as the Pope’s face twisted with fear, terror, and anger.
“Lies! You all saw me being bitten by a zombie. The moment you saw that, everyone’s eyes turned hostile. You wanted to kill me…! You decided to dispose of me!”
He was a sharp old man, maybe from engaging in power struggles on the political stage. His wrinkled, trembling hands grabbed my clothes, pleading.
“Please… Please spare my life! I don’t want to die in a place like this. I don’t want this to be the end I meet!”
“…”
“If I could have healed the Pope, I would have restored Siena to her original state from the beginning.”
It didn’t seem like the Pope would immediately transform. Zero circled around the Pope, meticulously examining him.
“He won’t turn into a zombie right away. Hm, is it the influence of sacred power? Like how sacred power can paralyze zombies, maybe it can delay the transformation like this.”
“Right away?”
“Yeah. However, it won’t be immediate like regular people transforming when bitten. He’ll soon become a zombie. Look at the Pope’s injuries.”
“Your Holiness, excuse me for a moment.”
As the Pope’s expensive robe was torn, clear bite marks remained.
The Pope, as if defending himself, repeated the same words with a trembling voice.
“I wasn’t severely bitten! This level of injury can be treated with sacred power… I’m fine. I’m perfectly fine!”
“…Slowly but surely, necrosis is occurring from the wounded area.”
“No, no!”
It was a sign of transformation.
From the bitten area, blood vessels rose, tinged with red. Slower than the transformation of ordinary people, but fast enough within a few minutes to be certain that the Pope would become a zombie.
The Pope’s expression completely collapsed at my words. My party members silently approached with weapons, surrounding the Pope to prevent a disaster by piercing his head immediately upon transformation.
“Grrrr…”
Even amid this chaos, the zombies struggled to approach us, burning white. The red pattern did not disappear. Unfortunately, the malice of the culprit who hoped for us to be bitten and killed like the Pope was vividly felt, making it disgusting.
“It’s dangerous here. Since our initial goal was to scare off the Pope and the priests who followed him, it’s better to go back. As much as I hate to think about it, you and your party shouldn’t be bitten.
‘That’s true.’
Meanwhile, the transformation progressed rapidly, and the Pope’s entire arm turned a reddish-purple. Additionally, blood vessels in one of the Pope’s eyes began to burst.
The priests stared at him in dismay, and Michael, with an unreadable gaze, stared at the Pope.
“Uh… Aaa… Please, spare my life. Anyone, please save me! Please!”
Despairing cries reached no one. Even the priests who followed the Pope stepped back, avoiding him.
“Your Grace, what do you intend to do? We will follow your will as our top priority.”
As I remained motionless, Aston spoke, seemingly trying to help me.
“What the hell, Second Prince. How can you make decisions on your own without seeking the consensus of others? …Well, of course, I agree, though.”
Ruth also interrupted Aston. Benedict expressed his opinion more aggressively.
“Your Grace, if you want to throw that human into the midst of zombies, just let us know. Spirits will throw them into the middle as much as possible. That’s what spirits do best. Putting effort into it.”
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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