"Zombie! Explain to me what is going on?! What is this about being your ally or enemy?! Of course, we are your allies!"
The powder-pink-haired elven blade dancer called out ā but what showcased his goodwill far better than his words was his stance - even after seeing his father getting kicked into the ground, the young elf didn't even try to grab his sword and rush the blue undead, instead opting for approaching him in a trustful way ā Cranbie was shocked, but he didn't doubt that Zombie had his reasons even for a moment.
"Do you want the short version or the long one?"
Zombie looked at him with a soft smirk and asked in a casual voice.
"...e-eh...?"
Cranbie gasped in shock as if he didn't expect that the blue undead would actually be willing to explain anything.
