"..."
The blue undead frowned, looking around the arena.
|Zombie...? Arion is going to jump at Mary any moment – order him to not do that!|
Patience let out an exasperated gasp, sounding as if she was looing between her host and the middle of the arena where the brown-haired future heroine was approaching the growling future capture target turned into a monster wolf.
|...I... might have a better solution...|
Zombie's eye's widened when he laid them on something that gave him another idea, and he shook his head at the sealed overseer's words.
|A better solution...? Like what...? Oooohhhh...! That might work – but you need to be quick about it!|
At first, Patience was straight up angry at Zombie for not complying, but then she went ahead and peeked into his mind and change her own mind instead.
