"..."

At first, Mary blinked a few times, unable to comprehend what that suicidal waitress has just said.

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"!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

But just a moment later, when the meaning of the words have sunken in, she went wide-eyed and hurriedly grabbed Arion and started pulling back as fast as she could.

"Ha?"

Cranberry shook her head lightly as if shaking off an annoying fly and asked while stepping away from Zombie.

"Hmph!"

The waitress scoffed and her body begun glowing - she clearly knew that she pissed off the red-haired girl and was preparing for taking care of her or maybe was attempting to cool down the eventual outburst of aggression by showing her readiness to pick up a fight.

...

The poor girl obviously had no idea who was she dealing with.

...

"I'm the younger sister of one of the high-ranked officials of the system's church! You should know that any illicit relationship with the undead is strictly forbidden as it may affect the quests you will receive! Disgusting freaks like you should just...!

The waitress pulled up a pendant with the sign of the system's church from underneath her clothes and started preaching, but that was the exact moment when Cranberry swatted her hand at the air just as if she was shaking off a bug.

*WHOOOSH*

*BOOOOOM*

*WHAM*

The shockwave that this slight movement created crushed against the waitress with a deafening explosion and send her right at the wall at the other end of the inn where she splattered like a bug and then slowly slid down leaving the bloody trail.

When she reached the ground she dropped down like a broken bag of flesh as if there were no bones left in one piece in her whole body anymore.

"That's an annoying way to waste the ten seconds that I gave you to drop on your knees and beg for forgiveness for calling my Zombie a rotting undead."

Cranberry scoffed glaring at the sack of flesh on the floor that was somehow still breathing.

And then in the confused silence, she took a step towards that very broken waitress.

*THUMP*

*CRACK*

That single step not supported by any skill caused the whole building to tremble as well as completely shatter the whole hardwood on the entire floor.

"GUARDS! SOMEONE CALL THE GUARDS!"

"DON'T LET HER GET AWAY!"

Both the staff and the patrons all begun making a huge ruckus, some of them rushed to help the half-dead waitress, some of them ran outside calling for help, and then there was a third group, the one clearly lacking in the brains department, that tried to apprehend Cranberry.

"Haa..."

Cranberry breathed out, glaring at the approaching people that looked somewhat competent - possibly some well-off adventurers having a drink in a fancy place.

"Get? Get my Cranberry...? YOU?!"

But as she was getting ready to deal with them just as she did with the rude waitress, she felt the cold hand touching her shoulder.

Blue left hand that was glowing with intense violet light.

"All of you filthy living. Shut the hell up and kneel."

Zombie growled furiously using one of his newest skills, the king's rule.

*thump* *thump* *thump* *thump* *thump* *thump* *CRUSH* *thump* *thump*

In an instant, everyone in the voice range of the blue undead shut their mouth and got on their knees before him.

And that included the ones who had already ran away from the inn as well as those who went into offensive - that included one unlucky fellow who jumped up for the better angle and ended up crashing the hardest, with splinters from the broken hardwood penetrating his arms and legs.

"Worthless trash. Anyone who isn't a part of the staff, get out."

Zombie ordered pointing at the open door.

But as soon as the people started getting up and walking obediently walking away...

"Who the hell allowed you to stand up? Get the hell out of here while on your filthy knees, you repugnant living trash."

Zombie growled causing everyone to smash against the ground once more and begin to slowly crawl away.

Then the undead turned to the people that didn't move from their spots the first time.

"And what are you waiting for? You have guests. Can't you even do your job properly?"

He looked at them from above and scoffed in annoyance. Before the staff began scrambling frantically.

"...I mean, I've seen you two taking down that living mountain and other titan-class, but... damn..."

Mary shivered as she slowly stood up - even though Zombie didn't include her or Arion into the hostiles that would get affected by the skill, the pressure that it gave off was simply on another level.

"That was very considerate of you, Zombie, I would have broken all of their bones before letting them go."

Cranberry smirked and nodded with approval.

"And suffer through having to deal with the living meatsacks? Nah, no way, if we are holding back on killing trash I want to at least be done with them as fast as possible."

The blue undead continued showing off why exactly his act didn't have anything to do with what could be considered kindness.

"That said, Molly, can you use your mend on others?"

Zombie added, motioning at the sack of flesh by the wall.

"...It's Mary, by the way... and yeah, sure, but with the severity of the damages she suffered, I'm sure she would prefer being dead."

The brown-haired heroine furrowed her brows and nodded dismissively.

"Even better."

Cranberry snorted and smirked evilly.

"D-d-d-dear g-gu-guests...! I-I-I Will show you to y-yo-you seats...!"

Another trembling waiter arrived and invited them in a voice terribly shaky panicked voice.

"..."

Zombie glared at him from above causing the young man to tremble terribly and bow at the ninety-degree angle.

"N-n-noble guest...!"

"Good, do that."

The waiter managed to correct his mistake so that there was no need to instruct him any further and the red-haired girl waved her hand dismissively.

Mary walked to the side and approached the pitiful waitress that didn't know any better and touched the spot that was the shoulder at some point.

"Oh dear system, you did that with a shockwave? What kind of crazy skill is that?"

The heroine turned to the villainess and asked taken aback.

"Skill? You think that any of those people would actually survive my skills?"

Cranberry snorted and shook her head from the amusement before taking a seat by the best table they were lead to.

"Oh dear..."

Mary breathed out, looking away wide-eyed.

"Mend."

Without further ado, she then closed her eyes and channeled her skill into the flesh sack on the floor.

"!!!!!!!"

The pain that the waitress has felt coursing through her body must have been unimaginable - and Mary as the one the most acquainted with her own skill knew that best - and that's why she raised her brows when the woman getting healed didn't let out even a single sound.

Only after she saw the streams of tears and the nails broken off from scratching the destroyed hardwood floor did the heroine realized that the waitress is simply still obeying Zombie's first order - shut up - and once every piece of her broken body was forcibly welded back together she had no choice but to obey the other command - what are you waiting for? You have guests. Can't you even do your job properly? - and went back to work, shaking terribly on her wobbly legs without a word of gratefulness towards the brown-haired girl who healed her.

"That's pure madness..."

Mary shook her head in disbelief and stood, turning towards her seated companions.

"...!"

Just to witness another shocking image.