"He still hasn't woken up...?"
"...?"
An unfamiliar voice coming from the other room brought Zombie back from the depths of unconsciousness.
"No, and Cranberry was here earlier to check on him too, by the way, you old fuck. What, have you changed your stance about all humans? You not threatening our allies would be fucking nice for once."
At first, Zombie jolted up from his bed at the mere mention of the most familiar name, but he almost instantly realized that since the one saying it was undoubtedly Mirabelle, the Cranberry she talked about must have been the powder-pink-haired elven boy, Cranbie.
"Master...!"
But such movement caused someone else to jump up and throw themselves at him.
"Kopia?! Shhh! Not so loud! I want to hear what it is about."
Zombie hugged the crimson-haired humanoid sword and put his index finger to her mouth to stop her from making so much ruckus.
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