Cranberry sighed, rolling her eyes.

"System, show completed quests"

She demanded and a long list opened in front of her eyes.

Three quests on top were all labeled as hidden quests for route A v/w, and the most recent one was again about raising the affection of the prince, while the one before was about disrupting the heroine's quest.

Both master and servant turned to Roan, raising their brows.

"...Zombie, I think we should alter our plans a bit..."

The red-haired girl leaned towards her undead and murmured into his ear.

"Graugh? (Our plans?) Graough? (So we won't be just joining the Dandelions for a while?)"

"Oh! What a surprise! You got that one right! We should make our own team."

Zombie groaned curiously and Cranberry clapped her hands honestly impressed.

"Is... is something wrong...?"

The blond prince shyly took a step back, even though there was nothing that he could hide behind there.

"Nothing much, it just seems that I will be able to get a bunch of secret quests as long as you're around."

Cranberry turned back to him, then shrugged and smirked.

"Hey, how about you hang out with us for a bit longer?"

She added while pointing at herself and her servant.

"...!"

The prince flinched and gulped down his saliva.

His eyes darted down to the paper sheets where the appraisal results of the Master-Servant pair were written down and back to Cranberry's che... face.

"Well...?"

Cranberry tilted her head and asked.

She crost her arms under her ample chest...

...and her eyes shone briefly...

"!!!"

Roan trembled and nervously clenched his fists on his chest and stomach and his breath hastened.

"I...! It would be my pleasure, lady Pride!"

Without further ado, the blond Prince agreed and bowed to the red-haired girl.

"Perfect. You can contact someone to come pick you up from here, Zombie and I will be busy for a bit. Be ready in three days."

Without wasting more of her precious time, Cranberry declared and stood up and nodded at the blue undead.

When the eternal servant walked to her from behind the couch, she hugged his left arm and pulled him to the door.

"See you later then, Roan."

She smirked a bit mockingly over her shoulder before leaving.

"Whew..."

The prince wiped the sweat off of his brows and breathed out.

"What a girl, right?"

He smiled all excited with a flushed face.

"She's my fiancé, you know?"

Roan tapped his chest with his finger sounding incredibly proud and happy.

"Co-congratulations...?"

The appraiser looked as if he got ten years older and took a deep breath.

"My prince, you should be aware that whatever happened to young lady Pride is not normal. Her stats' growth I mean."

The man's hands shook as he started explaining hurriedly and Roan looked at him with doubtful eyes.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but one of her skills got blocked by the system itself because it would be harmful to her own body! That's not something that should be possible! "

The appraiser continued.

"Not only that, the disparity between her defense and offense stats are ridiculously big! I can assure you that even now she's not able to use the full extent of her strength just because her own body isn't able to handle the sheer power she can output – and that's talking about her normal, not skill enhanced, strength."

He added but the prince wasn't even listening.

"Yeah, isn't that amazing?! I knew that overlevel can be useful, but those numbers were insane! Not only that! Wasn't the last human who broke the 3000 ATK threshold, my grandfather?! And what will happen when she activates her skills?! Ah! To have a woman like that by my side! Once I sit on the throne with her as my queen the Fruit Salad will enter a new era!"

The blond prince raised his arms in cheer.

"I will be unstoppable!"

His face twisted into a wicked grin.

Looking at him, the appraiser felt almost as much dread as he felt when writing down the stats of the red-haired girl and her blue undead.

"My prince…? I'm serious, there's nothing to be happy about in this situation... That girl is a monster...!"

He tried to explain one more time, but realized it was pointless.

The greed of Greed knows no bounds, as the saying in Fruit Salad goes.

Everyone knew that the royal family will do everything in their might to assure that their kingdom is the greatest.

With any means necessary.

But in this case, the appraiser wondered if the young prince doesn't want to try to bite more than he can chew...

"Oh, and I can't forget about her corpse puppet, either! What a perfect bodyguard! His DEF and MDF were just as good as those of a five hundred years old island turtle! What a beast! I'm in love! Whatever happens, I must never let go of either of them! They are my ticket to infinite glory and wealth!"

Roan laughed while the appraiser shuddered thinking about the future of the kingdom.

...

Cranberry didn't let go of Zombie's arm even when they went outside, out in the public. Instead, she clenched his arm even tighter while looking around.

For some reason, she seemed a little bit off, as if she suddenly realized something unpleasant.

Her eyes seemed to be pulled on a single point.

The middle of the wide road passing through the center of the village.

Cranberry frowned, lowering her head and lifting her shoulders defensively.

"Graough? (What is it, master?)"

Zombie asked with a worried expression.

"..."

Cranberry looked at him with worried eyes.

"You... don't recognize this place...?"

She asked slowly.

"...?"

Zombie became confused and looked around.

"Graough? (We are at the village where I was born and died.) Graough? (What about it?)"

The blue undead asked casually as if he talked about the weather.

"Graough...?! (Don't tell me, master, are you still worried that I don't like you...?!)"

He groaned in disbelief.

"...no..."

Cranberry denied and looked away.

"...haa... well, maybe..."

In the end, she admitted clenching her hands on Zombie's arm so hard that her knuckles turned white.

"Don't you want to visit your parents...?"

She asked timidly.

That made Zombie stop and think.

"Graough. (No, not really.)"

He said with a shrug.

"Graough, graough. Graough... (Mother and father were nice people, and my older sister would use her magic to show me nice dreams if I had nightmares. So maybe I should...)"

"Then...!"

Cranberry jolted and shook Zombie's arm.

"Graough. (But I much rather spend time with you than waste it on some random living.)"

The blue undead ended what he wanted to say with a bright smile.

"...haa... right, I see..."

Cranberry breathed out and looked down.

She almost forgot, again, that Zombie was an actual undead.

The system had confirmed it before - an eternal servant that is listed as Zombie's race is a type of the undead.

And all undead monsters share the same trait.

The indifference or, in many cases, hate towards all the living beings of the species they were originally.

The only difference between the other undead and the eternal servant was the devotion he had towards his master.

No one else truly mattered to him.

When he said he doesn't have any desire to meet his parents, he was completely honest.

And it was a bit scary.

"...we should just leave..."

Cranberry sighed and leaned on Zombie's shoulder.

"Graough! (Let's!)"

He hummed happily also leaning towards the red-haired girl.