"Wha... what are those stat and titles...?!"

The appraiser gulped down his saliva feeling the cold sweat emerging on his forehead.

Only now did he realize that he was rude to a pair of actual monsters and not just some random spoiled lady and her plaything.

The poor man's body started shaking uncontrollably.

"Graough... (Hey, mister, you dropped your pen...)"

Zombie groaned, picked up the writing utensil, and returned it by sliding it into the sweaty palm of the appraiser.

Such innocent action, done without an ounce of bad will, looked extremely threatening for the terrified man backed into the chair.

The appraiser was considering whether dropping on the ground and kowtowing now would save his life or was it already too late for that...

"Mister, how long will you make us wait?"

Cranberry asked in a cold voice.

While her eternal servant was completely clueless about the reason for the sudden change in the appraiser's behavior, the red-haired girl was certainly not.

She glared at the man, tapping her fingers on the couch impatiently.

"P-pl-please fo-fo-fo-forgive m-me...!"

The man stuttered horribly and his eyes started glowing again, but this time his hand moved smoothly, noting every detail without holding anything back.

After such an intense writing session, the middle-aged appraiser drenched in sweat handed the papers to Cranberry.

Zombie leaned in curiously and even Roan stepped a bit closer to sneak a peek at the results.

Name: Zombie

Race: Eternal Servant (?)

Role: the proudest corpse / capture target

Level: 87

HP: -

MP: 430

ATK: 897

DEF: 3096

MAT: 978

MDF: 2999

HIT: 451

EVA: 274

AGI: 673

LUC: 200

Skills:

Superbia (level 1)

Crunch (level 6 [max])

Soul devouring venom (level 4 [max])

Blunt damage immunity (level 39 [max])

Impervious (level 9 [max])

Emergency dodge (level 21 [max])

Strong kick (level 102 [max])

Acrobatics (level 24)

Dragon power (level 10 [max])

Stack (level 15 [max])

Fire immunity ([max])

Overlevel (level 8)

Pride's will (level 2)

Unlocked Affinities:

Leg Power (level 12 [max])

Beast master (level 3)

Skill combo (level 2)

Titles:

Eternal servant

Rotten brain (+1)

Dragonewt slayer

Dragon slayer

Bane of rabbits

Hunter

Bane of wolves

Bane of griffins

Kingslayer

Killer rabbit

Bane of goblins

Slayer of the unique

Destroyer

Ruthless (+2)

Lord of Pride

Name: Cranberry Pride

Race: Human

Class: Master of the eternal servant

Subclass: Berserk

Role: Villainess

Level: 61

HP: 1227

MP: 1947

ATK: 3077

DEF: 298

MAT: 2981

MDF: 756

HIT: 1183

EVA: 464

AGI: 492

LUC: 212

Skills:

Fire immunity ([max])

Blunt weapon mastery (level 48 [max]))

Charge (level 45 [max])

Bash (level 79 [max])

Thrash (level 39 [max])

Magic bash (level 60 [max])

Strong kick (level 102) -disabled-

Rage of the unbreakable (level 3)

Dragon power (level 11)

Stack (level 15 [max])

Charm (level 21)

Pride's loss (level 3)

Status effect immunity (level 5)

Detection+ [hearing] (level 4)

Unlocked affinities:

Skill combo (level 2)

Titles:

The beloved child of pride

Master of the eternal servant

Hardworker

Dragonewt slayer

Dragon slayer

Bane of rabbits

Apex predator

Bane of wolves

Bane of griffins

Kingslayer

Killer rabbit

Bane of goblins

Slayer of the unique

Calamity

Ruthless (+2)

Usurper of Pride

"...!"

Roan's jaw dropped while he was left speechless, wondering whether his eyes deceive him or not.

"I-it's really here…!"

Cranberry gasped in awe looking at the confirmation of Zombie's words that she desired so much.

The role unique role that must have something to do with the story...!

It wasn't that she didn't believe her eternal servant, but as someone with the rotten brain title – at least according to the official information put in books she had read – he could sometimes confuse the facts without meaning to.

"Graough. (Yeah.) Graough. (Told you.)"

Zombie shrugged while looking over Cranberry's shoulder to read the appraisal results.

"You did~"

Cranberry giggle happily and touched Zombie's cheek.

"…!"

That affectionate action made Roan flinch, but it didn't last long.

"Graough… (Master…) Ghaough… (Master, my face can't stretch anymore…)"

Zombie groaned with a bored expression as the gentle touch had changed into pinching and Cranberry's happy expression turned slightly peeved as she continuously pulled on her blue undead's cheek.

"You did tell me… less than an hour ago! Do you have any idea how worried I was about that since we woke up?! I was fully prepared to go on a bloody hunt to get the role that would let me stay with y…"

The red-haired girl stopped her complaints just in time before she ended up saying something compromising while in front of an appraiser – so someone with a lot of prestige – and the very prince of the kingdom.

"…that would let me stay relevant in the global event."

She finished without missing a beat.

"A hunt for the role…?"

The blond prince asked in shock.

Even though Cranberry managed to hide her feelings, she did blatantly spoke about something dangerous anyway…

"Anyway…"

And she decided to ignore and forget about it, so she changed the subject without hesitation.

"My DEF is pathetic, at level 61 even a fully offensive spellcaster should have higher stat points than that..."

The red-haired girl sighed in disappointment.

"Graough, graough... (Yeah, so it's probably just as you've thought, you can no longer use our shared strong kick because your body wouldn't be able to handle level 102 skill...)"

Zombie groaned, pointing at the -disabled- written on the paper next to the skill name and level.

"Graough. (Sorry, even though you shared it with me, I practiced it too much and made it worthless to you.)"

"Don't worry about it, I got that skill for you in the first place. But yeah, the damage multiplier must have gotten too high after all. Still, we aren't talking only about my shortcomings, you know? We need to work on your EVA and HIT too, both of those are way too low. You don't have much mana so you shouldn't be reliant on active skills to boost it. With how you are now, you won't be able to hit or dodge a fully prepared high-level rogue or a speed-oriented monster."

/Quest completed

Reward granted

"Graough? (What, again?!)"

Zombie growled bewildered staring at the message that had the guts to interrupt their battle strategy revision

"Haa... this is getting ridiculous..."