Faustina blinked, seeing the corpse standing on its two feet. Its eyes were hollow and empty, and it didn't have any sign of distinction unlike the undead princess, undead prince, and the queen—who still managed to retain their appearance.
This corpse… was charred—all black like coal, and had nothing on.
"Where is the maid?"
The maid was gone, but that doesn't mean that it won't attack. The corpse walked forward. And despite the corpse being several meters away from Faustina, she could still smell its foul smell. The scent was as putrid as can be, even way worse than anything she had caught a whiff of.
"This is good." Says one of the nobles. Faustina believes her name was Violet, the one who ranks fifth from the race.
"If the corpse had no clothes, we can easily track the weak spot."
