"Here."
Zombie returned the holy sword to the young man doing his best using a combination of low-level healing skill and conventional first aid to stop the bleeding – though the teeth he lost would be requiring the help of a qualified healer to be put back.
"Ah, thank you! Once again sorry for being so hasty with attacking you – it's just that usually undead monsters are far more... savage."
Chery fidgetted taking back his sword and lowered his head apologetically.
A victim sincerely apologizing to the bully – it was a peculiar sight to see even for the said bully – but Zombie didn't let any of that show on his face.
"Say, Cherry, Lychee, is there only the two of you – normally, the adventurers travel in groups of five, if I remember correctly."
The blue undead asked, tilting his head curiously.
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