"Why is there smoke coming from behind the walls...?"
As soon as Cranberry's feet touched the ground after Zombie stopped a few hundred feet before the Prides mansion, she noticed that something was off.
The outside of the walls was slowly getting reclaimed by the wild plants, and one wing of the main gate looked like it has been broken down and restored by someone with no skill or taste whatsoever.
Similarly, instead of the propped guard standing in front of the gate, there were two pathetically armored unshaven, drunk-looking ruffians, barely able to hold themselves up thanks to the DIY spears in their hands.
"..."
The temperature around the red-haired girl dropped as her ice-cold glare seemed to have affected her surrounding.
"Zombie... that damned parasite did say that my actions don't matter, right? So it doesn't actually matter who I'll kill..."
