Pete sprinted down the lake shore, rounding the lake's meander quietly. He did not want to alert the enemy. A narrow passage between the lake's embankment and the hill slope led into a confined valley.
"Maaah… Maaah!"
A raucous crowd of zombies surrounded Marian. She hacked at them with her broadsword, slicing them up like meat. Her armor was splattered with viscera and entrails. The girl's previous injuries seemed to have healed, and she was at the top of her form again.
Pete leaned over a boulder and watched Marian in wonder. 'What a babe!' he thought.
[ "Master, won't you help your lover in the fight?" ]
Pete was startled by the question. He choked and coughed for a few seconds. "That's ridiculous! She's not my lover, Mimir!"
[ "Apologies." ]
"Although… I would like her to be. Some day… Anyway, I think she can take care of herself. If I try to help her, she'll probably hate me…"
[ "Is that so? Do you claim to have understood the female mind, master?" ]
