It had decomposed skin, rotting eyeballs, missing nose and ears, and dirty bones sticking out from all parts of its body. It was a human corpse that moved by receiving dark energy, and this zombieâs appearance was a truly gruesome sight to see.
âUrgh!â Hans gagged.
During their trip, he saw a monsterâs corpse and actually killed a monster himself. And because he had served the Steelwalls rather than other families, Hans was more used to death and corpses than the average person. However, the creature in front of him was on a different level.
Grrr! Grrrr!
Under its torn skin, they could see its Adamâs apple bobbing up and down.
Step!
The zombie walked slowly but boldly towards the two, and Hans took a step backward.
âS-s-sir Zich! T-that is!â
âBe quiet.â
Clang!
Zich moved past the stuttering Hans and pulled out his sword. The sunlight dyed the blade red, making it look like the sword of judgment that an angel might use.
Step! Step!
Zich followed the footsteps of the zombie that was coming towards him. Behind him, Hans clutched his torch and gulped his saliva.
Grrrrrrr!
As Zich closed in on it, the zombie stretched out its hands. In its open mouth, dirty teeth hung irregularly, and the zombieâs long and black fingernails looked sharp enough to rip a personâs skin into pieces and take out their bones. Its discharge was toxic enough to rot a whole body.
ButâŚ
âItâs still just a zombie.â
âWhoaaaaaaa!â
The zombie wildly moved with its tangled-up legs, and Zich dodged to the side and swung his sword.
Slice!
The sword cleanly cut the zombieâs neck. Even as the zombieâs head flew to the sky, it clacked its teeth at Zichâbut that was only for a moment.
Drop!
Thud!
Two different types of collisions could be heard: the sound of the zombieâs head falling to the ground and the sound of the zombieâs body shedding.
âEick!â
The zombieâs head rolled to the bottom of Hansâ feet, and Hans backed off with a shriek.
âI-is it dead?â
âYeah.â
With a scowl, Zich looked at his swordâs body; it was smeared with the zombieâs fluid.
âAh, damn it! This is why I hate zombies! If I am dealing with the undead, clean ones like the skeletons are much better!â
Zich took off some tree leaves and intensely wiped the zombieâs fluids off his sword before he placed it back inside its sheath. Then, he walked to the side of the fallen zombie, and Hans also snuck around behind him.
âWhy is it here, sir?â
âHm, I donât know either. Why would it be here?â
It wasnât even a small village; it was uncommon to see a monster hiding inside a city, not to mention a zombie that feasted on human flesh.
âWell, letâs inform the Magistrate for now. It might have come under the cover of darkness, or it might have been an unlucky guy who got mixed up in a crime and got sold to the cityâs black market.â
âThen, could it be a coincidence, sir?â
âIt is likely, butââ
Zich glanced at the zombieâs head which had stopped moving with its mouth hanging wide open.
âI donât have a good feeling about this.â
From his experience, he had felt this feeling when something big was about to happen.
* * *
Zich and Hans handed the zombie over to the Magistrate. The officers asked them a couple of questions and soon handled the corpse.
Zich furrowed his eyebrows.
âItâs strange.â
âSorry?â
Zich stared at the spot where the officers had taken the zombie away.
âIf this was the first time this happened, they would have asked us much more questions to dig up as many details as they could. A monster, especially a zombie, appeared within the city. But the officers didnât ask us that many questions as if this is a common occurrence.â
âThen, are you saying that something like this frequently happens in Porti, sir?â
âI canât say for sure, but itâs likely.â
Hans gulped his saliva back down. Just the thought of these disgusting creatures walking around the city was enough to make him shudder.
âBut it probably hasnât been for long. If it had been going on for a while, rumors would have spread by now, and public sentiment would have grown terrible. However, you canât sense that in the city yet.â
âW-what should we do, sir?â
âThereâs no need for us to do anything. The higher-ups will handle the matter by themselves. And if we encounter another zombie, we can just hand them over to the officers again. We just do what we have been doing.â
Hans nodded.
* * *
âLetâs express our gratitude to them.â
[Thank you!]
A soaring spire quietly looked towards the ground in a magnificent temple. Age and long years had spotted its corners with ashy stains, but they couldnât have dropped the placeâs worth. On the contrary, these spots added to the templeâs deep history and made the temple more familiar to its visitors.
In front of the temple, a nun and about fifteen children were bowing their heads. The people they were bowing to were Zich and Hans.
âAlright. Before I come back, you must listen to Sister well and be kind to each other. Do you all understand?â
[Yes!]
Their tones and tempo played separately, but the children yelled vigorously in front of the temple and their voices echoed. At the childrenâs waving hands, they waved their hands and walked away from the temple.
When they couldnât see the nun and children anymore, they let down their hands.
âGood, todayâs good deed was also perfect!â
Zichâs voice was mixed with pride.
Hans shot quick glances at Zich.
âWhat are you looking at?â
âAh, no, sir. I just thought that you found the exact answer this time.â
Hans thought Zich was beyond the boundary of common sense again since he had interpreted the advice of helping those in need to helping thugs before. However, Zich had surprisingly decided to help a nearby orphanage.
Hans wanted to keep his mouth shut most of the time, but this time, curiosity pushed him to speak. It also helped that Zich didnât strike out in violence after they began traveling, and it seemed like Zich would generously allow most questions from now on. So, in the end, Hans asked, âDid someone else give another piece of advice, sir?â
âNothing of that sort. I mean, what do you think of first when you think of the weak? Itâs children. Especially children without their parents. Isnât that just common sense?â
âI thought common sense didnât go through to you.â
Of course, Hans didnât say this out loud.
âBut besides that, what do you think about the work?â
Since Zich went to volunteer at an orphanage, the servant, Hans, had no choice but to follow Zich and also work. Hans nodded his head vigorously.
âOf course, sir! Even though it may not seem like it, I learned all kinds of work in the Steelwall residence! To mention a few, I learned cleaning, laundry, and even some administrative work! Even if thereâs a lot of work, I wonât falter with this much.â
Hansâ voice was filled with confidence.
âBy the looks of it, isnât this guy a high-quality talent?â
Besides menial works like cleaning, laundry, and other housework, if Hans had learned administrative work to run the household, it meant that he was a servant undergoing training to take the place of someone higher.
âBut Sir Zich, are you alright? Arenât you not used to working like this?â
It seemed like Hans wanted to ask if Zich was used to menial tasks since Zich grew in a noble family, but his true feelings were different.
âWith that hot temper, can he even look after children well?â
But contrary to Hansâ expectations, Zich was adjusting very well.
âDid you forget? Who prepared everything for camping? Menial tasks are nothing for a genius like me.â
Hard labor was easy enough to make a person yawn, especially if they knew how to control their mana. With Zichâs sharpness, he could pick up things immediately. After all, he really was a genius born once in a century.
And above all, he had gained a lot of experiences before his regression.
âAlso, even if I canât do menial tasks, I am really good at playing with the kids. Did you see how the kids acted when we were leaving? They were so sad to see us go.â
âThat is true.â
Hans didnât know what Zich did, but the childrenâs eyes were full of sadness and regret when they were leaving.
âDid you do anything special?â
âWhat do you think children like to do the most? Isnât it to play hero?â Zich expanded his chest and boasted, âI am amazing at acting as the Demon Lord. I can act really badly and also act the part of getting defeated by a hero.â
Since he had done all of these things before he regressed, Zich was probably better at acting as the Demon Lord than anyone else.
While they talked, Zich and Hans saw two officers in disguise sticking something on the wall. They hurriedly snuck past Zich and began to walk away with bundles of paper in their hands speedily after they were done.
âIt must be a wanted list.â
There were already a couple of people whispering in front of the notice. It seemed like it was a wanted poster for an incredibly wicked criminal since everyone stared at it with shock.
Hans craned his neck forward to look at the poster, and Zich also stared.
âWhat?â
âWhat?â
Zich and Hans spoke at the same time.
âS-sir Zich. That is!â
Hans pointed at the just posted wanted notice. In the poster, a drawing of an incredible beauty stared back at them.
[Wanted]
[The Witch, Aine Lubella]
[Sins Committed: Responsible for the assassination of the Deputy Mayor. Attempted to cast a âGreat Curseâ on the city of Porti.]
After they had parted a few days ago, Lubella, who should have received the Saintâs title, was titled as âthe Witchâ and was on a wanted poster with her sins listed.
* * *
In the shop, next to Portiâs commercial district, vendors and laborers were relieving their sorrows with alcohol after their work was over. It wasnât a high-end bar, but the place was enough to please the workers who lived paycheck to paycheck.
âHey, did you see that?â
âSee what?â
Two men began talking with large beer glasses between them.
âYou know, the wanted list for the Witch.â
âOh, you mean the Witch from Karuwiman.â
Zich and Hans, who were drinking near them, perked their ears.
âMy business is a mess because of that. People were not spending their money, and officials closed the palace walls to catch the Witch. They investigated so thoroughly that the freight volume went down by a lot.â
âThatâs not the only problem. They say that because of the Witchâs curse, the undead are roaming around the city. Officials say that we have to go back home before the sun sets.â
âI heard that at Grotelâs place, a child went missing.â
âYes, without even a trace.â
âDamn it! All of this because of one damn witch!â
âThey havenât captured her yet, right?â
âThey would have told us as soon as the Witch was caught. This isnât just a trifling matter.â
The two men insulted Lubella until their faces became red. Everyone else beside them was the same: they were all talking about Lubella. Since Porti was a business city, they were more sensitive to economic matters, and news spread faster.
After drinking a bit more, Zich and Hans left the bar. Because they didnât drink much, they were barely drunk.
Hans suddenly asked, âSir Zich, was Lady Lubella really a witch?â
Zich sternly denied it.
âThen, are all of these false rumors, sir?â
âItâs likely that the assassination of the Deputy Mayor and Portiâs curse is not a lie. However, itâs common for people to falsely accuse someone to create a scapegoat.â
âHow are you so sure itâs a false charge, sir?â
It was because Zich knew that Lubella had worked as a saint before he regressed, but of course, Zich didnât intend to mention that.
âI know that much even without seeing it.â
ââŚâ
Hans tried to control his facial muscles to not look at Zich absurdly.
âDid this happen before I regressed?â
Portiâs Great Curse and Lubella, charged as the WitchâZich didnât remember any of these events. But it could also be that Zich just couldnât remember. Yes, that was most likely. The world before he regressed was an extremely chaotic world where various incidents and problems erupted everywhere with no exceptions.
Seeing the darkening sky, Hans got ready to light up his already-prepared torch.
âWait.â
Zich halted and stared at one side of the view in front of him.
âHuh? What is it, sir?â
âFollow me.â
Hans lit up his torch and trotted behind Zich.
Zich went inside an alleyway. Although it was getting dark, there were still traces of lights remaining in the sky. However, the alleyway was a peerless, dark color like it was in the middle of the night. The darkness seemed to hiss threats at the torch light that Hans was carrying.
Zich walked inside as if he was in a familiar place, and it happened after they turned another corner.
âHuh?â
Hans saw something. At the alleywayâs dead-end, something was crouching in the corner. Hans gulped as he saw the shadow in the shape of a human figure. Thankfully, the lights revealed that the shadow wasnât a zombie.
The figure looked at Zich and Hans with a look of worry and fear.
âYou were here, Lady Lubella,â Zich said while looking at Lubella.