"I heard that the Church of Light has a secret technique, if they wrap a Witch in a shroud and then kill her, she can't be resurrected through the Life Box anymore. I wonder if that's true," Gust murmured.
His Majesty had safely returned, not a single person he took with him was missing, yet here he was with five dead, Kvada, he could already imagine how furious His Majesty would be.
Gust shivered and immediately cancelled all subsequent actions. If a few more died, His Majesty would certainly dismantle his bones... Oh, he's Undead, Undead don't have bones.
If they couldn't launch a strong attack, what could they do?
In the following days, Gust found himself mired in even more agonizing mundane affairs, vying for the hearts of the people, economic recovery, organizing production, disaster relief, and so forth, all much tougher than rolling up his sleeves to chop.
