One of the palace's chambers suddenly lighted up with a bright violet light once three humanoid shapes appeared out of thin air.
"It's not a prison cell - lucky them."
The blue undead glanced around the room without deactivating his skills while his eyes kept glowing with a reddish light.
"Sir puppet, if the queen had any ill intentions towards you I assure you that she wouldn't send me."
The middle-aged butler, Persimmon, furrowed his brows and shook his hand dismissively looking at the blue undead, slightly ticked off by the undead's tone of voice.
"Yeah, I don't care about what you living are thinking. So? Where's the queen?"
Zombie scoffed looking down on the butler.
"The queen is in the middle of an audience. I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience but truth to be told, no one suspected that you two will actually agree so fast..."
Persimmon lowered his head towards the silent Cranberry and apologized.
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