The Villainess and I, her Zombie Chapter 459

*SHIIIIIIING*

The golden blade sang a song of death each time the blond-haired prince swung the enormous sword, sending the fragments of dissected werewolves.

It was quite a sight to witness, honestly – the young boy wasn't particularly fast with the giant sword bigger than himself, but there was this odd certainty about his moves.

They all were calculated, none relied on a lucky strike or anything like that.

And none of them missed.

Roan's Greed technique was something he had to create himself – his ridiculously low luck stat of 13 that did not grow no matter how many levels did he gained since the first kill party forced him to develop it.

If something could go wrong for him – it would go wrong, and that was the truth especially during fights.

In those few years, Roan got wounded almost every single time even when fighting monsters much weaker than himself – but each of that wounds worked as fuel to the fire of his desire – his very own greed of fame and power that gave birth to the stunning performance against the frenzied werewolves.

Pure technical combat skill and nothing else.

...but unfortunately, something as amazing as an invincible fighting style does not exist – or maybe it did, but still, the blond prince wasn't the one to discover it...

"ROOAARGHH!"

Even with Roan's meticulous perfectly timed counterattacks the monsters crazy for blood had the advantage in numbers and not only managed to encircle him but straight up bypass him and charge at Mary and the wounded Cranberry.

"RAOR!"

The black wolf Arion bravely threw himself at the slobbering enemies and sunk his teeth into the throat of one of them, but still, how was that supposed to be enough?

"Mend!"

"AAARGH!"

Mary growled pointing at the barely conscious red-haired girl and healing her while also making her suffer through a lot of pain as the most painful healing skill there was worked its power and forcibly gathered and reattached all of the tissue that was crushed or ripped out and welded it back together.

"CRANBERRY! GET UP! WE NEED TO FIGHT!"

The brown-haired girl roared through her teeth while clawing at the attacking monsters' weak points...

"...eh...?!"

...but she gasped when her skill share skill failed and her hands did not start glowing with the young griffin's talon-based skill and ended up simply passing right in front of the werewolf's maw spread open.

"...system... DAMN IT!"

The brown-haired girl howled furiously and ducked, and while her jaws and throat started giving off the white light she unhesitatingly launched herself at the monster's throat, biting at it using the skills of her one tamed monster that she could access – Arion's.

"UGHUAHUGH...!

Even a werewolf that lost his mind found that kind of attack outrageous but was too busy getting their throat being torn open to articulate it more coherently – so Mary pushed his gargling body away, and spat the beast's blood filling her mouth to the side while she ducked under the furious claws of another beast.

*CHOMP*

With the sound of someone biting into the unpeeled banana, the teenage girl tore open the neck of the next werewolf and glanced back at the red-haired girl while jumping away.

"What the...?!"

What she saw made her lose her footing and trip – which was the luckiest coincidence of her life until that point as the third werewolf's jaws chomped at the empty air where her head was just a second earlier.

"Oh dear... what is this supposed to be...?"

One of the butlers of the Pride house sighed and walked away from the group of other servants surrounding Lord Blackberry and the jet-black werewolf, Sapotle, trying to break open the odd red and black half-translucent dome that had cut off a chunk of the Prides mansion as well as most of the backyard and around half of the storage shed in the back.

Though... honestly, his confused gasp wasn't directed at the dome itself but rather because his very own body began to melt and reform back into the body of an older, steel-haired gentleman.

"Not good... did the man I stole the appearance from die...? Why did the appearance steal fade off...?"

Carambola, the man bound to the Envy family decades, furrowed his brows and hurriedly moved alongside the barrier aiming to hide behind the storage shed that was the nearest and most convenient cover.

Everyone from the Pride house plus the jet-black werewolf was far too busy shouting in panic and trying to gain access to the insides of the red and black dome to go and help the three children trapped inside together with the bunch of crazy werewolves and one particularly odd one with a burning mark on their disfigured head, to notice him, but there was no reason to risk getting spotted and recognized...

Honestly, the plan devised by Rambutan Envy was truly devilish.

Use fake spies to feed the house of Gluttony a bunch of false information – of course, sprinkled in between the real reports – in order to get them to attack their long-time allies, the Pride family, and kill off as many as possible – preferably all.

To assure the destruction of Prides, lord Rambutan organized a mass kidnapping of the weaker members of the Gluttony family and hand-picked over a dozen of Envy agents to steal the werewolf transformation skill off of them too later insert amongst the forces left to attack the Pride mansion.

Each of the agents was given a vial containing a rather nasty potion crafted to drive any canine monster up to the lower-mid levels mad.

Carambola glanced inside the barrier and furrowed his brows.

He was present when lord Rambutan assured every single agent that the potion will not work on them because the transformation skill they were going to use was a stolen and therefore weaker version of the original one...

...well, seeing that every single werewolf inside the red and black dome looked like it lost their mind to the same extent as the one next to them, the statement of the avatar of envy was false...

...and there was no doubt in Carambola's mind that it wasn't just an honest mistake...

After all, every single agent selected either took part in bullying of Rambutan's son, Mason, or loudly opposed the avatar's relationship with the elven woman, Salak – who Rambutan wanted to make his official wife.

"...I guess miss Fillia was too late..."

Carambola sighed looking at the three kids getting overrun by the monsters – he was especially concentrating on the red-haired girl who wasn't moving very much and was clearly in a state of shock – which didn't exactly match with the information the Envy family had on her...

"...oh...?"

But in the chaos of the battle happening inside the barrier, the steel-haired man was the only one who noticed that after sending the basic werewolves after the kids, the peculiar disfigured werewolf turned around and casually walked over to the part of the mansion encompassed by the barrier...

...the part in which Carambola knew that the room of the Pride's family head, and the avatar of pride in one person, was...

Chapter end

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