Chapter 39: Did a Little Spill.

(Marinkia’s POV)

Roar!

Munch!

Scream!

Marinkia: “…”

Fucking really? I just so happen to be actually going outside for once, as I was getting ungodly bored with waiting for Krul to get back to this city, and this shit happens!?

And, of fucking course I didn’t bring any maids with me!!! What am I talking about? Well, a stupid human, as Clare is correct in saying that Numens do not betray each other, did a little terrorism.

How so? I have no idea where they got the bomb, but someone had blown a giant hole out of the side of the wall. And, the sun was beginning to go down. The bomb also destroyed the UV light of this area. This was a pretty well planned out attack…

Though, the Numens didn’t care about breaking character. They could just easily erase the memories of any human that witnesses their actions, after all. As such, the area where the undead flooded into was properly blocked off.

Slash!

Ah, don’t worry about that. That sound was just me offing a zombie. The problem was that this city was huge. Far bigger than any district, honestly. Only now did I realize that the walls of this district weren’t the default.

Instead, Krul must have greatly expanded the place to suit her needs, and to make this so-called paradise of hers. Due to that, the area that was flooded with undead and it was now blocked off. Though the affected area just so happened to be very big.

If I focus on running to the newly made wall, I could make it in five hours. The reason that they could set up the wall so fast… was that it was already under the ground. To protect it, it was very easy for any Numen to do.

Of course, this required the sacrifice of any human that was in this large area before the walls went up. Just goes to show how little the Numens value human life. Not like I mind…

I was just the unlucky mate that got trapped in this place. Another problem is that, according to the maids, there are less than 500 Numens in this city. Most of the populace are humans.

Marinkia: “How many undead are going to get inside this area?” I ask to no one at all.

The undead near the city weren’t any that I knew of. That is, there were normal zombies, but there were also many undead that I have never seen before. In fact, rather than zombies, they seemed more like fucking monsters…

Gut!

They sure take far more damage to put down than any other special infected that I’ve come across. Not to mention, all of them had yellow, glowing eyes. They probably talked, but I didn’t bother to converse with them.

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Marinkia: “Dumbasses.” I say with a scoff.

Most of the zombies and special ones all mainly went after the humans, mostly avoiding me. It wasn’t that I cared about the humans; I didn’t and still don’t for them at all.

It was just that this city is Krul Tepes’s paradise. What happens if it gets damage even a little? If it was me, I would be beyond pissed the fuck off.

After all, it surely took literal years to brainwash all of these humans so that they played their part right. Of course, I doubt that they’re all controlled. At least the first generation was, and the newer ones were indoctrinated with ease.

Hours Later.

Rather than run away, I kept killing all the undead that I could find. This was a decently hard task, as the humans that they killed would add to their numbers. Eventually, various Numens saw me and decided to join the fight.

Speaking of which, is that Clare? Oh… she looks pissed off. Is that at me, or at the undead invading this city? I guess that I will find out once she reaches me…

Clare: “Are you insane!?” She exclaimed, holding my shoulders tightly.

Marinkia: “I feel like I’ve answered this question before, and my answer was a, maybe.” I reply.

The blood on my clothes soaked the hands of Clare, but she didn’t seem to care at all. Before I could argue, the woman picked me up in a princess carry. The hell? Numens can fly!?

Well, no… They can’t. But Clare could easily jump very high, and she jumped from building to building like it was nothing at all. By the time that we stopped flying, I realized that I was now back at Clare’s estate.

Putting me on the ground, she took me inside. Clare scolded the maids for letting me go alone, and then took the head maid and one other very trusted maid with us. Now, I was in the bathroom.

The bathroom… Eh, it was more accurate to call it a giant bathhouse. I guess that I did need to take a bath… But, why are you all still standing there?

Marinkia: “What’s up?” I ask with a head tilt.

Clare: “Strip.” She ordered with a serious tone.

Marinkia: “???”

Clare: “We need to make sure that you didn’t get scratched or bitten, Marinkia.” She explained.

Marinkia: “I didn’t. You know, before coming to this city, I had killed countless humans and undead. Never did I get hurt by either of them.” I reply with a proud tone.

Clare: “Strip.” She ordered once again.

Marinkia: “…”

Clare: “Please… I need to make sure that you’re okay…” She pleaded with tears in her eyes.

What? She was crying? Why… We haven’t known each that long… Did she really see me as her daughter?

Marinkia: “Do you see me as your daughter, Clare?” I ask.

Clare: “…Yes. Don’t ask me why this happened. I don’t understand it either. I just feel like you’re my daughter.” She replied with a sigh.

Clare wasn’t the kind of person that would lust after her own daughter, and the two maids already had mates of their own. As such, I didn’t mind taking off my clothes. Then the three carefully and thoroughly examined every inch of my body…

Much Inspection Later.

Once done with the inspection, Clare did a sigh of relief. She excused herself from the bath, and the maids helped me get clean. Then I was dressed up in a pretty pink floral dress.

When did Clare buy me such clothes? My usual attire is shorts and tee-shirts. I can’t even recall the last time that I wore a dress like this. Were they always so breezy? At least the white panties and bra that they gave me were cute…

Clare: “Marinkia…” She said with a sad tone.

Before I could respond to her weird way of saying my name, she pulled me into a hug. This wasn’t a sexual hug, either. It was the kind that a mother would give their child. It was… relaxing. Very nice, if I am being honest.

I was an orphan, so I have never felt this kind of motherly love before. While hugging me, Clare kept rubbing my head, and thanking over and over again that I was okay. Then, she finally let me go from her nice hug.

Clare: “Marinkia… We need to talk.” She said with a serious tone.

Clare sat down on the couch, and then she gestured for me to sit on the one opposite of her. I wasn’t sure what kind of conversation that we were going to have, but I knew that it was serious. Did I mess up again? I seem to be doing that a lot lately…