Cranberry and Zombie were sitting outside one of the rooms of the Prides' mansion, waiting patiently.
The red-haired girl was calm and composed while the blue undead was fidgeting feeling uneasy.
"Graough...? (Master, aren't you worried about what will he say...?)"
In the end, Zombie couldn't stop himself and asked.
"Why would I be?"
Cranberry shrugged her shoulders making an indifferent expression.
"Graough... (You've said that things have changed...) Graough, graough... (That weakling prince seemed to really think that you were his fiancé and so did everyone else...) Graough, graough? (Aren't you worried that the system changed your father and made him, I don't know, just like your mother was?)"
Zombie leaned forward while still sitting so that he could see Cranberry's face clearly form below to watch her reaction.
The girl looked at him, raised her hand, and touched his head.
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