The Villainess and I, her Zombie

Chapter 461: Night of the hungry wolves (7)

The girl slammed against the barrier and screamed in utter despair helplessly watching the other girl being slaughtered by the werewolf.

"Wh- what did you, say, miss?"

All of a sudden, all blood drained from Carambola's face and he shook the sickly girl's shoulders.

"You're confused – that is Cranberry Pride, Fig is the name of the girl that you're paying to borrow her appearance in order to..."

He said in a shaken voice feeling cold sweat drenching his shirt.

"H-HA?! What are you talking about?! I AM CRANBERRY PRIDE!"

The girl looked at him as if he was crazy and shooked off his hands.

Then she raised her hands and closed her eyes – after a second the air in front of her ignited into a fireball that shoot out and crashed against the red and black barrier – not dealing any damage to it whatsoever.

"NO!"

She growled in despair and the next moment a thunder struck the same spot that she aimed a fireball – but the effect was just as before, none.

"...I... I don't have any more fast spells...!"

The sickly-looking girl bit her lips so hard that she drew blood, watching the red-haired girl behind the barrier getting her throat ripped out.

"H-heal! HEAL!"

The sickly girl cried out and aimed her hands at the horribly wounded girl whose eyes began losing their light – but the spell she was using didn't manage to pass through the other side of the dome – which caused the sickly girl to turn back to the frozen steel-haired gentleman and grabbed onto his clothes in desperation.

"Mister! I beg you! Fig! Fig told me she was going to protect me and used a skill that made her turn into me and then she said she will need to borrow my clothes too and splashed something in my face and everything turned black...!"

She cried out with tears streaming down her face...

..a face that began melting and changing...

...not just her face...

...her whole body did...

Her height did not change all that much but her face changed into that of a slightly younger girl and her barely reddish thin hair sprouted into a curtain of the thick hair that shared the unsettling color of the copious amount of blood spilled over.

Within a second, where Fillia Envy was standing just a moment before, Cranberry Pride was holding onto Carabola's clothes pleading for help.

"Mister! Don't stand there! DO SOMETHING, PLEASE!"

The red-haired Cranberry Pride shouted as she lowered her head and her shoulders shook from the held-back cry.

"...no..."

The old man's lips trembled as he whispered and looked away from the girl at his side to the girl trapped behind the unsurpassable barrier...

Fillia Envy – the child who Carambola treated as his own granddaughter was lying on the ground in the growing pool of blood while being torn apart by the frenzied beast.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The old gentleman howled in complete despair and his steel-colored hair turned white from shock in a single second.

His young lady...! The little girl that was the recipient of the oh so inconvenient but powerful skill, loyalty, she...

She died...

And Carambola didn't even realize that she was in danger...

Now it all made sense – the man he had stolen the appearance from didn't die – the red and black barrier cut off the connection with his master and he lost access to the skills of his master that he could use thanks to the special properties of loyalty.

Fillia... she... she wanted to protect the red-haired girl...

...and she died...

...she died and he didn't even notice – he didn't even look at her... he looked away while she was smiling as her last farewell...

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

"KYAAAAH!"

The old man moved so fast that for a moment it seemed like he disappeared – but the skill-empowered punch that he delivered at the red and black barrier shook the earth and produced the shockwave powerful enough to send the shocked Cranberry Pride flying to the side and blow apart the part of the shed outside the barrier.

"FILLIA! FILLIA!"

The old man howled staring at the corpse of his former master getting mutilated by the vile beast.

"GET...! GET AWAY FROM HER YOU REPUGNANT FILTH!"

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

The next punch he delivered was even stronger than the last and caused the earth underneath his feet to split apart...

...and reveal that the barrier wasn't a dome but, in fact, a sphere that there was no access to from the outside...

"LEAVE HER ALONE, YOU FILTHY MAGGOT!"

Carambola shouted choking on tears – but just as no sound could get out of the barrier, no sound could get inside and the werewolf kept mauling away at the corpse.

"...who is that...?"

The confused voices of the servants of the Pride family were getting closer as after feeling the tremors they began looking for their source.

"---?"

But they weren't the only ones who actually noticed that something was off – in fact, it was noticed by someone inside the barrier.

"----"

The disfigured werewolf with the burning mark on his forehead saw the despair of the old man and trembled from laughter.

Whether it was because of the absorbed power of the Eternal or simply his inborn cruelty, the monster mocked the old man, and wanting to witness his despair a bit more clearly, he...

"...?!"

...used the control that he had over the red and black barrier and allowed the gray-haired gentleman to pass right through it as it was only a wall of smoke.

"KILL HIM TOO! KILL THEM ALL! BUT MAKE THEM SUFFER FIRST! I WANT TO HEAR THEIR LOVELY SCREAMS OF DESPAIR!"

The sigil werewolf chuckled and howled, pointing his long claw at the stunned gentleman...

*RIIIIIIIIIIP*

"!!!!!!!!"

...whose single punch exploded the werewolf, who killed the young miss of the Envy house, into thousands of tiny pieces and blasted them all away like some sort of gory confetti, causing the sigil monster to close his jaws in shock.

"H-help! Mister! Please!"

Mary – who got overpowered by two werewolves and was the next one in line to get ripped apart - cried out for help while the crazy beasts were fighting over who was to deal the finishing blow.

"...my little girl..."

Carambola's chin trembled as he kneeled over the brutalized corpse of his former master.

Then he clenched his fists and slowly stood up.

"AAAARGHH! Mister...! Please...!"

Mary pleaded as one of the werewolves on top of her managed to gain an upper hand against the other one and sunk their teeth into her shoulder.

"None of you vile beast will leave this place alive."

Carambola clenched his fists and...

...disappeared...