Chapter 18: I Blurted the F-Word

Chapter 18: I Blurted the F-Word

For ten hours, I followed those long iron rods.

The city in front of me came into view.

As I thought, that pair of iron bars connected the city to others.

As per usual, I couldn't enter the city in a grandiose fashion.

Even my hat was useless since the gatekeeper ordered everyone to take their hat or hood off. The events from the previous city would only be re-enacted if I took off my hat.

The sun had set and the surroundings of the city were enveloped in darkness.

Just like the previous city, I sneaked into the city by jumping over the wall.

Whoopsie.

I walked on top of the rampart after I confirmed that there was no one else around.

Then, I leaped down from the rampart after confirming that no one was below.

Well then What should I do now?

As I strolled around, I put back on my hat, just to be sure.

Even though the sun had set and the day had become night, the city behind that rampart was as bright as the day.

Every house was filled with dazzling light that could be peeking out from its windows.

Could it be that, after my death, a technology that could supply constant light for illumination was invented and spread amongst commoners?

Thinking back now, the quality of the people's clothes was far better compared to my era.

Come to think of it, the clothes that I wore right now were made of a really nice material. It wasn't stiff at all.

Of course, there should be numerous technological breakthroughs in the time between my death up to when I regained my ego. That huge lump of iron running along the iron rods was proof of that.

Maybe I could even ask them to research a method to kill me.

Problem is Will they understand what they need to do?

I wandered aimlessly through the unfamiliar city..

Anyhow, first I had to find the people who were well-versed on this matter.

But still Can I even accomplish that with my communication disorder?

No, wait a minute. That's right. If it's about the undead, I just need to ask the necromancer!

How could I have failed to realize that?

And then, speaking of the necromancer

Is it Jean Diaz Or Jean Drago? No matter, I've to find that Jean-whatever-guy that was worshipped by that long-haired undead. That guy might be able to help me die if I talk to him.

I suddenly realized my error when pondering about the way to kill myself.

Since that long-haired dude got annihilated just like that I guess I've to looking for that John-whatever-guy myself and ask for the details in person.

But well, I could do literally nothing, and killing me would still not be a simple matter.

Even though that was the only thing I was sure about Heheh- Welp, I let out a spontaneous laugh.

~??!

Suddenly

Again, that out of place sensation washed over me. I raised my face to look around.

No doubt about it, there's an undead somewhere in this city!

Although I had no idea whether that undead was related to that John-whatever-guy, I had to at least make sure of it.

I sprinted by following my intuition.

Soon enough, I arrived in front of a mansion that was surrounded by a tall wall.

The giant undead pulled out a giant table wagon as he spoke with his sweet (but extremely hoarse) voice.

There were many dishes lined up on top of that table wagon.

It looked delicious at first glance, but

For some reason, even I can't muster the will to eat that food Maybe because the cook is THAT, and THAT alone is enough to make me lose my appetite.

I mean, he obviously added something better left unsaid to those dishes.

You don't need to hold back, you kno~w? Feel free to have a second helping~

Y-YES!

As soon as the giant undead winked, all the young men scrambled toward the dishes.

However, as expected, maybe because they had lost their appetites, the expression on their face when they ate those dishes as if they were the worst food in the world.

Could it be that you're not happy with the dishes that I filled with my love? You're not, right?

!!!

The young men shook their heads in unison upon hearing that giant undead ask them with his cute (and extremely hoarse) voice.

T-That's not true!

Bloodier-sama's dishes are the best!

I can't get enough of the taste!

Could it be that they were being threatened?

I mean, those young men were clearly ordinary, living human beings.

Oh my, you flatter me~

The giant undead wriggling around as he said that. Hugging an unfortunate young man from behind, the giant undead whispered in the other's ear.

As a reward for tonight, I'll F-E-E-D Y-O-U~

BLEEERGH!

I ended up vomiting in disgust.

Of course, "vomit" was a metaphor since an undead couldn't vomitnot that I ate food ever since I regained my ego.

Hahaha, that must be the most disgusting reward.

At that moment, I blurted out those words.

Who's there?

The giant undead suddenly looked in my direction.

I drew back my head in a hurry.

Hehehe, I wonder who's the rat that dares peek into my room? You think you can hide from me?

The windows suddenly opened on their own.

How did he do that?

Anyhow, it seemed I couldn't hide anymore.

I jumped into the room from the windows to show myself since I had business with that undead too.

Oh my go~sh? We got a hunk

Urgh, please stop I might vomit for real.

That giant undead gave me a wink, and I accidentally blurted out my true feelings

HOW DARE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU?!

The enraged undead leaped in my direction.