Kapitel 445: Correcting the... well... the truth is, that was never a mistake.

The blue undead entered the throne room – a gallant massive space made exactly for a single purpose – to intimidate the visitor.

Everything seemed out of proportion, giant paintings, enormous chandeliers hanging from the ceiling high as a cathedral, and the giant throne sitting on top of the grand pedestal so that the monarch on top of it would always look down upon the subjects and foreign ambassadors beneath.

And from that very pompous, over-glorified chair, the queen of the Fruit Salad was looking down on him, Zombie.

|Any advice for dealing with her?|