The royal castle was shaking from all the hustle and bustle of the preparation for the grand ball.
Only a few hours remained before the start of the party and the servants were literally running back and forth to make sure that everything was done perfectly since no one wanted to believe face the wrath of the royal family because a detail there were responsible for weren't up to the highest standards.
"Haa... this is it, huh..."
Cranberry leaned against the window frame, looking outside at the guests who already begin to arrive.
"So many living... that's annoying. Can't I kill at least half of them? Three-quarters?"
The blue undead walked over to her and leaned down, resting his chin on her shoulder, and looked at her with a hopeful expression.
"Pffft...! Ha ha! No! Of course not!"
