<h4>Chapter 261: Wraths territory (9)</h4>
"But more importantly - the condemnation event - it''s an event where the viiness''s sins are brought up and she is getting stripped down of her power and position. Anything like that rings a bell for you?"
The blue undead hugged the red-haired girl reassuringly and asked the brown-heroine on the opposite side of the table.
"There... there was something, I guess... Prince Roan was rejecting to dance with his fiance and that caused her to shouting and making a scene that cost her her position - but you need to remember that in my dreams Cranberry wasn''t the viiness!"
Mary exined after a short pause, looking between Zombie and Cranberry.
"Well, then... that shouldn''t be too bad then. If that event even happens with me in ce of the original viiness, I''ll wee the rejection, I never wanted to be wed in the first ce."
Cranberry shrugged her shoulders, actually reassured.
"With Zombie''s questions out of the way. Mary, the way you described how you''ve experienced..."
"Stop right there Cranberry! We''re definitely not over with talking about Zombie!"
The viiness started asking but the heroine stood up vigorously and mmed her hands on the table.
"...ha...?"
Cranberry backed off and pushed into Zombie''s torso, staring at the agitated Mary.
"Zombie! You just said that you are the reincarnated person, right?! Then that means that you must know my support character - Caramel - she''s a reincarnated person too!"
"..."
Zombie blinked a few times in utter confusion staring at the brown-haired girl as if he suddenly forgot how to speak.
"Right? She went on and on about trying to save her beloved person who got thrown into this world as a hostage so that she...! AH! HOSTAGE! that light-freak had literally said that about you too! How could I be so dumb and not connect that?!"
Mary gasped in excitement and then gasped a second time in shock as she realized what she was missing.
"Did you just said that Caramel is a reincarnated person too?"
Zombie shook his head in disbelief and asked.
"Yes! Yes, she is! Oh! Do you already know her by any cha...?"
"She was my sister when I was still alive in this world."
"...!"
Their exchange caused everyone to pull back in shock.
"One question... Mary..."
Cranberry asked, slowly closing her hand into a fist, surrounded by a dreadfully dangerous aura.
"Y-yes?"
The brown-haired girl blinked a few times and asked cowering fearfully unable to understand what did she do to anger the red-haired girl to that extent.
"Haa... Is that Caramel a light brown-haired girl that used to call herself your guardian...?"
Cranberry slowly breathed out and asked, without opening her eyes.
"Eh? Y-yes, but how did you know?"
Mary nodded and...
*WHAM*
*CRUSH*
"!!!!!!!"
Cranberry suddenly clenched her fist so hard that her knuckles turned white and immediately smashed their table into nothing but dust showing an enormous amount of precision and self-control despite being clearly unhinged by something.
"...I knew I should have killed thatmoner wench the moment I saw her...! Then she must have done that...! And it must have been because of her that...! It must have been her all along...!"
Cranberry growled, baring her teeth as if she truly went feral, making everyone else freeze in ce in fear.
"Zombie! We''re going straight to the avatar of wrath! Now! We''ve wasted enough time already, and we need to start experimenting!"
Shemanded and jumped up at her feet, spraying the dusty remains of the table all around.
"...O-okay...?"
The blue undead was stillpletely confused about this whole development, but he wasn''t going to leave the red-haired girl when she was acting like that.
"Wh-wait! What do you mean?! What does Caramel has to do with anything?!"
Mary called out after the leaving pair.
"My sister''s hidden affinity is influencing other people''s dreams - Dream giver - you can figure out the rest I guess."
"...!"
Zombie turned around and answered her with a cloudy expression.
No matter what, that information shouldn''t have caused Cranberry topletely lose it as she did...
Even the blue undead with thought process partially blocked by the rotten brain skill managed to connect the dots and figure out that his master must have not told him everything about what was bothering her - and clearly, it must have been something big...
As he thought that, the red-haired girl was already by the door.
"Ah, isn''t that youngdy Cranberry!"
Yet the moment that she opened said door, a tall older man in splendid full armor showed up blocking her way with a jovial smile.
"Youngdy, my name is Apple Zest and Ie to you on behalf of her majesty, the queen Mi..."
*BOOOOOM*
Without even letting the gentleman finish his sentence, Cranberry outstretched her hand and pushed him out of her way -pletely tearing apart the expensive armor and sending the man flying, crushing, and destroying what must have been the most expensive carriage in the entire kingdom.
"I have more pressing matters at hand than dealing with some greedy schemes! Tell her I''ll get to her when I''ll see fit!"
The red-haired girl scoffed at the brutalized but somehow still alive man twitching amongst the broken remains of the carriage, before turning right and rushing up the street.
"I can carry you to the Wraths mansion in less than a second, you know?"
The blue undead pointed out carefully.
"I know...! I... Haa... I just need some time to cool my head down! This whole situation has turned out to be even worse than I ever anticipated!"
The red-haired girl shook her head and exined with an angry scowl.
"What about the white-haired rabbit. Aren''t we going to take him with us?"
Zombie epted the answer without prying about more details and asked, following right after the agitated girl.
"To hell with him!"
"..."
Cranberry''s short, furious answer certainly didn''t ease Zombie''s worries about her behavior.
"You don''t have to carry all the burden by yourself you know?"
"If I won''t be able to handle that much - I will prove that I am exactly that kind of failure that both my mother and Patience dered me to be!"
He spoke reassuringly, but his words met with a desperate answer spat through the gritted teeth of the viiness.