It took them way more time than Zombie would have liked, but in the end, the elves of the hidden village sent him off with Olive as the guardian.
"And are you sure that this will work as I specified...? I only wanted one artifact..."
Zombie asked in a worried voice while constantly making sure that a tiny blue box is safely stored inside of his chest pocket underneath the barrel-like armor.
"It is, you can relax. You can put your trust in this old man, you know? Those are even better than you've specified, those belonged to the only pair of elves who were able to speak about everything they wanted."
Olive responded, giving the vaguest but at the same the most precise explanation that he could have.
"Huh? Were they immune to Envy's control then? I don't know if this is better than what I specified, but..."
Zombie tilted his head with a mixed expression but then he furrowed his brows and looked back at the very satisfied-looking elf.
