Synopsis
When all of her siblings died in a carriage accident on the way to her youngest brother’s academy entrance ceremony, what is the correct thing for the sole survivor to do?
- Cry your eyes out.
- Build them graves.
The correct answer is…
3. Bring them back as zombies.
“Simply put… your current condition is something like a zombie.”
It was a declaration worthy of a bombshell.
“…A zombie?”
“Yep.”
“You mean the kind that goes ‘Grrraaah!’ and bites people… and anyone they bite gets infected?”
“It’s zombie-like. But it’s not actually a zombie.”
At my gentle explanation, Yulia fell completely speechless.
Well, that was understandable.
It was shocking enough that she had died in a carriage accident and somehow come back to life. But to be told she’d become a zombie? No—not even a real zombie, but something similar to one?
“I didn’t have much of a choice. It would’ve been better to ask for your consent… but everyone was already dead. I’m sorry for turning you into zombies without permission.”
“That’s not the issue here!”
I really had no choice.
I possessed the power to bring them back to life.
The problem was that necromancers (dark mages) were considered enemies of the entire continent. If anyone discovered the truth, everyone connected to them would be executed.
“As long as no one finds out, it’ll be fine!”
…Or so I thought.
“You possess the ability to detect dark magic.”
A crown prince who asks for my help hunting dark mages.
“You keep avoiding me. It’s almost as if you’re hiding something.”
A saint whose gentle exterior hides another side—and who keeps drawing closer to me.
“How did you do it? I know for certain I killed them all.”
And a suspicious man of unknown identity.
Please… just let me live a quiet, peaceful life!
