The sickly looking, terribly skinny girl that looked like she would break in half under the slightest breeze, with thin, shoulder-length reddish hair, wearing a full set of pajamas that was hanging on her like on a scarecrow...
It was the younger version of Fillia Envy, the girl who tried to steal Cranberry's magic using a unique skill of hers.
All of which happened in the previous playthrough, but it made no difference to the blue undead.
The memory of the system-intended villainess digging her fingernails into his Cranberry's face and emitting the bright green light was so fresh in the blue undead's mind that it could all have happened just yesterday, even though the events he remembered were bound to the story event set to happen in three more years in the future.
*crash*
"Z-Zombie?! Nooo! Don't look at me!"
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