"If you allow, I'll teleport you to the royal castle at once."
Persimmon stood up and offered his hand toward the master-servant pair with a respectful bow.
"There's no need to. I can carry my Cranberry whenever she wants just as fast."
Zombie scoffed, raising his head, and glared down at the middle-aged butler.
The blue undead went as far as to pick up his red-haired villainess and turn away so that the other man couldn't even look at her properly.
"...."
Persimmon lifted his head and showed his surprised expression.
"But... isn't your full acceleration so powerful that it can create explosions and shockwaves...? I understand that you don't mind wreaking havoc, sir puppet, but please reconsider, the cost of the repairs for the potential damages would make the queen rip all of her hair out. Once again, please reconsider."
He bowed his head right back and pleaded.
"And why would I ca..."
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