Her eyes turned red.
If it weren't for the way of the Sword Saint that allowed her to maintain her rationality, with the Orc's physique, she would have most likely gone berserk by now.
Matthew narrowed his eyes.
He stretched out a hand and used his arm to stop Clegg. It was for her to calm down.
Melinda didn't seem to want the situation to worsen.
She waved her hand and asked the construct undead to retreat.
The latter retreated and said mockingly,
"Melinda, you care too much about the feelings of mortals. It would be much simpler if you followed my method.
"Shut up, Hughes!"
Melinda berated.
"Hughes?
"Are you the necromancer from that night?"
This was the first time Rheagar spoke after seeing Melinda.
His gaze was fixed on the Construct Undead.
The latter laughed coldly.
"I'm a noble space undead, an existence that mortals like you can't understand.
