Although similar in size to the Envys mansion, the Wraths mansion was built in the very center of the city, with many commercial and entertainment districts surrounding it from every side.

...or rather, the commercial and entertainment districts WERE surrounding it from every side.

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How come there was such a sudden change?

Well...

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"It's so damn annoying! She might know every major event and plot point that would happen! Still, there should be still hope for us!"

Cranberry gritted her teeth and turned to Zombie.

"She knows what happened in the game, but weren't we changing the story basically from the very moment that we met? I clearly remember multiple messages showing up to inform us that the story is adjusting to the changes we've caused!"

The red-haired girl smiled triumphantly grabbing onto the blue undead's arm.

"And I am not the villainess she knows about! I was originally supposed to be the backstory character who should have died long ago! There literally shouldn't be anything she could use against me!"

She declared feverishly.

But she was faking that excitement.

She was clinging to Zombie's left arm with her whole body - and she was trembling from fear.

The blue undead had seen her like that only once before - when he almost killed a frenzy rabbit and risked gaining a level, the little red-haired girl almost lost her mind from fear about what her mother would do to her if she disgraced her family with breaking the rules of the high society and arrive at her first kill party with a level higher then 1.

But lady Raspberry, Cranberry's mother, was long dead - so seeing the red-haired like that again was many times more shocking than back then.

There still was the other thing.

A small detail.

Back then Cranberry didn't trust him, she thought that the blue undead was secretly on her mother's side - that's why it wasn't strange for her to keep him in the dark.

...but then why was she acting like that again...?

"Cranberry. Please, don't act like that. I will kill everyone that may harm you. You can trust me. Tell me what bothers you - with this rotten brain of mine I am unable to figure complicated things on my own...!"

He spoke, gently touching her face as they walked.

"No. No killing. You've heard what Patience has told me...! Misplaced violence made me lose my chance...! Now my option is to complete the road to rule quest and get the reward...! It's not about the trust!"

"...But I won't understand a thing unless you explain it to me..."

She shook her head and denied his request, causing the blue undead to lower his head and sigh.

"Hey, let's do the sense link skill. I have a feeling you'll like what comes next."

Cranberry grabbed onto his sleeve and pull on it, suddenly making a cutesy expression.

"...don't force yourself like that. I will help you no matter what."

Zombie lowered his head with a sorrowful expression and put his right arm on the girl's back.

And as his eyes begun glowing red - so did hers!

"As I thought."

Cranberry looked around with a smirk.

"Not a single child or weak adult in sight - Ti really did go straight to the avatar of wrath and snitched on us."

"...!"

She didn't bother to lower her voice, so a few of the so-called innocent passerby's that were in truth the highly skilled members of the Wrath family flinched in shock realizing that their cover was blown.

"Didn't you said that we should not kill anyone? Why did you get their attention?!"

Zombie furrowed his brows and asked.

"Zombie, they are here for us, it would be rude not to treat them seriously... And I am not going to kill them... Though they would probably prefer that I did after I'm done."

The red-haired girl shrugged her shoulders and raised her baseball bat.

"!!!!!!!!"

She chose a skill and her body began glowing, but it didn't look like she was going to swing with her weapon which caused a small confusion amongst the Wraths.

No.

She was winding up for a throw...!

"All the fools who stand in my way! See what such stupidity is rewarded in kind!"

She shouted and threw her weapon, aiming it straight at the Wrath's mansion down the street.

*BOOOOOOM*

*±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±*

The sound, shockingly similar to a jet engine from Zombie's old world, followed the flying bat. This makeshift missile ended up creating a sonic boom by breaking the sound barrier and caused every single Wrath in its path to be blasted away - some even went as far as to smash into and destroy parts of the buildings that they have slammed against with their bodies.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOM*

...not to mention the explosion that the actual missile has caused once it hit and blown apart more than a half of the Wraths mansion.

"Haa... That made me feel a tiny bit better..."

Cranberry exhaled and smirked, straightening her back.

"As long as it helps you."

Zombie nodded with a worried expression, carefully observing the red-haired girl.

"..."

Even though she said that she was feeling better, she didn't relax her clenched fists even for a single second...

"As long as it helps..."

The blue undead repeated his words and waved his right hand - which extended into a black and red whip and shooter right at the destroyed building.

*whoooosh*

After a second or two, Zombie pulled on his arm and it came right back - wrapped aground the steaming baseball bat!

"Here. Throw it as many times as you'll need. Just stop forcing herself to act like that."

The proudest corpse shrugged his shoulders and offered the baseball bat back to the villainess.

"...no, that would be a waste of time anyway.... and I am not forcing myself to do anything - besides focusing on countering any plans that that reincarnated menace could have come up with!"

Cranberry picked the offered baseball bat, rested it on her shoulder, and started walking the destroyed road.

"...that's a lie..."

Zombie sighed, shook his head, and followed after her.

...

...

"...?"

Inside the clothing shop, the light brown-haired girl flinched and looked toward the window with a concerned expression.

"Mika...! Hey, Mika!"

A cute white-haired young child tugged on her sleeve, ran by her - straight to the short ashen-haired girl

"I don't like these clothes, they are weird to move in...!"

The child complained in a small voice.

The clothes that they were talking about were just elegant shorts, a white shirt, and a vest, but the child complained as if they were a full suit of armor or something.

"...what is this bad feeling...?"

Caramel didn't even look their way and just muttered to herself while continuing to stare at the window with a confused face.

"Mika...! Could you do something about them, please...?"

The white-haired child fidgeted cutely and pulled on the girl's arm, making her almost lose her balance.

"Radiance~ you have to be brave! I'm sure you'll get used to wearing clothes in no time! I believe in you! Because you remember, right? We all need those fancy clothes to not stand out at the ball. If you want, you can try out a dress like mine - I'm sure you would look very cute!"

The ashen-haired girl smiled at the child and patted their head, and then she twirled around showing off her red ballroom dress.

"...I know... okay... I'll bear with it because you told me to. But my back feels weird."

Radiance complained, spreading their arms and turning around to show the bumps around their shoulder blades.

"Miss Caramel, can't we cut holes for Radiance's wings? Having them stuffed like that must be really uncomofortable."

Mika looked up at the absentminded light brown-haired girl and asked.

"No. Aside from you, we all need to blend in and stay hidden since none of us should be there - especially Radiance - a child with tiny angel wings would cause an uproar and that's the last thing we need... We have to play along with the existing events - and the ball event doesn't include a huge battle or a panic caused by a monster... The thing we have planned is already pushing it, but as long as we get rid of the villainess, it should all be fine."

Caramel explained and then glanced at the white-haired child and shook her head.

"Don't be such a wuss, even in that form

you're plenty strong, the clothes definitely aren't that bad. The others don't complain! Not even Nomannic!"

She added, pointing at the tall dark-skinned beauty in a stylish black dress checking herself out in the mirror.

"I agree with Radiance though, clothes are a bother."

But instead of backing Caramel up, Nomannic sighed and pulled on the fabric with a sour expression.