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A Corporate Slave Becomes a Villainous Nuisance in a Zombie Apocalypse
Episode 64
Without warning, Yusara's embarrassing history began to unfold.
'Why does Yusara always confess the moment she ‌‌develops feelings for someone?'
☆Warning☆ Do not imitate this behavior.
Let us also respect the feelings of those receiving confessions.
Whether it was truly such a fascinating topic, the melancholy that had shadowed Yujein's face vanished.
The two men beside us—pretending not ‌‌‌‌to listen (distinguishing feature: both have been confessed to by me)—perked up their ears.
'Curious indeed.'
Why do I recklessly throw ‌‌‌myself at someone when I know the odds are only 0.001%?
I pulled over the tablecloth that had been crumpled from wiping dust ‌‌and wrote on its corner.
1. Don't confess. ‌‌‌‌
= Nothing happens. (0% chance of dating)
2. Confess.
2-1. Succeed.
2-2. Fail.
"Look. If you don't confess, you definitely can't date them, but if you do, there's a chance you will. Even if it's a very low probability."
It's higher than nothing.
"If you'll regret it either way—doing it or not doing it—isn't it better to do it and regret it? Because then there's even a slight chance you won't regret it."
"What?!"
Yujein was taken aback.
"But my lady, if you get rejected, won't you be embarrassed? If you don't confess, at least you won't feel that shame."
"Instead, you'll have 100% regret."
Truth be told, it wasn't easy saying this in front of the two men who had coldly rejected me.
My face was turning red.
But it's fine. I'm confident.
"Time will pass and you'll definitely regret it. Later, when you reminisce about now, you'll think 'If only I'd done this or that back then, maybe things would've worked out with them! ‌‌‌I wish I'd ‌‌‌‌been brave!' ‌‌and feel ‌‌‌regretful. Isn't it better to try something now, even if it's embarrassing?"
Let me say it again: if I'll regret it either way, I'll always do it and regret it.
It's not just about romance—it applies to everything else too.
Don't overthink.
When you don't think and just go for it, surprisingly many things work out.
"So Yujein, if there's something you can do, do it. You've already come along as part of the Investigation Team anyway, so haven't you already discovered that sacred relics are useless?"
"...I suppose that's true."
"Right. It's better to know now ‌‌‌than to have it ‌‌‌‌revealed later when we really need it, only to find out sacred relics don't work and we all go down together."
If you do nothing, nothing happens.
"Besides, if I die, no one will ever know I failed and felt embarrassed now. If I'm really that mortified, I'll just immigrate somewhere no one knows me and start fresh."
I'm good at English.
I learned English for situations like this.
I'll go to America.
Once I'm in America, I'll flirt with every handsome man I see. If I get rejected, I'll go to England.
Next, Australia.
'I work hard at everything and I'm diligent. I can make a good life anywhere.'
As long as there ‌‌‌are no zombies.
That's when Praha, who had been listening beside me, suddenly interjected.
"Your Highness, do you have immigration plans?"
"...?"
That's not the point of this conversation at all.
"The emphasis of this story is... 'if ‌‌‌there's something you can do, just try it first,' Your Highness."
"Not for me. ‌‌‌Do you perhaps have plans to leave ‌‌this country?"
Is there something about this country that displeases Your Highness? Praha's expression as he added this was serious.
He looks ready to chase after me if I actually said I was emigrating.
"No. I'm not emigrating. I'm only a noble in this country—if I go elsewhere, I'm just a foreigner."
"Are you certain?"
"Yes."
'I'm not emigrating. I'm going back to Earth.'
Only then did Praha, who had been half-risen, settle back down.
Then he stared at me intently, as if extracting a promise.
"Please do not leave. I will do better."
"Pardon?"
"If you ever develop dissatisfaction with the country, please tell me first. I will build a nation so pleasant that the entire continent envies it. Did you not say before that the ‌‌‌tax burden was difficult? I will collect taxes fairly at lower rates and focus on security and welfare. So if you have any intention of leaving the Empire, I ask that you reconsider. I will make the effort."
"Ah, yes."
This is the first time I've heard Praha speak at such length. ‌‌‌‌
...Suddenly I feel like I'm at a political rally.
I was bewildered, not understanding why.
'He must be worried because the Empire's only Grand Duchess is ‌‌‌‌‌leaving.'
Probably concerned about losing someone who pays a lot in taxes.
But Praha ‌doesn't know—our household is on the verge of ruin....
Actually, more than that.
'When did I even say the tax burden was difficult? He remembers that fleeting comment perfectly.'
"...."
"...." ‌‌‌‌
I held Praha's gaze for a few seconds, then looked back at Yujein.
"So what I'm saying is, Yujein. You don't need to blame yourself for that slight misstep just now. You would have regretted it anyway, even if you hadn't done it, right?"
"...Everyone dies. If I misstep, everyone dies."
"Even better. If you're dead, you can't regret it."
If you succeed, you succeed—no regrets. If you die, you're already dead—no regrets.
"Either way, Yujein, you have ‌nothing to regret. Have confidence!"
A woman needs confidence!
Even I, who got kicked twice in a row by two men, am still walking around here with my ‌‌head held high!
I forced ‌‌‌an answer from Yujein, who could only gape in astonishment.
"You understand ‌‌‌what I'm saying, right?"
"Yes, Your Highness. If I develop feelings for someone, I'll confess."
"No! That's not what I meant!"
"I was joking."
Yujein laughed with ‌‌a soft chuckle and stretched out the knees she'd been hugging.
☆I must emphasize once more—please do not attempt to replicate this behavior☆
I only went around confessing to people left and right when I was the princess Yusara, not when I was a corporate slave.
"But Your Highness, what does it mean to date someone?"
Ah, they didn't use that terminology here.
"It ‌‌means ‌‌making a promise to become lovers from this very moment onward."
"How romantic."
In any case, I'd been wanting to pry information about the God of Light from Yujein for some time.
This seemed like the perfect opportunity.
I observed Yujein's expression, which appeared considerably more relaxed, and broached the subject carefully.
"You mentioned that you serve the God ‌‌of Light, didn't you?"
That deity I'd wagered my very soul against.
"Yes. To be precise, the God of Light, Stars, and Rainbows. They preside over the passage that connects the Divine Realm and the Human Realm."
Perhaps assuming that someone as notoriously ignorant as myself would naturally know nothing of deities, she offered ‌‌‌a detailed explanation.
'A god who presides over the passage, then.'
"If the God of Light connects the Divine Realm and ‌the Human Realm, do other gods exercise their power through the God of Light?"
"Yes. That's why the God of Light is typically called the Chief Deity."
"I see."
Then perhaps Yujein could speak well of the God of Light ‌‌‌and cancel the wager between ‌‌‌myself and that deity—the one where I'd lose my soul if I didn't live a different life than before?
'No. It's far too early to ask about ‌‌that now.'
Praha, who had been listening, posed ‌‌‌a question.
"Has the God of Light issued any separate divine revelation regarding this zombie catastrophe?"
"You're not leaving me out of this fun conversation, are you!"
Tangerine, freshly cleaned, joined ‌‌the discussion.
Suddenly thrust into everyone's attention, Yujein's cheeks flushed crimson.
Yujein spoke.
"Actually, I've ‌‌‌‌been praying to the deity consistently since the Villa incident."
"You have been?"
"But there's been no response...."
"What?"
They granted divine power and now there's no response?
Yujein continued, her voice tinged with ‌‌slight embarrassment.
"To be honest, I'm not entirely sure why I was chosen by the deity. I was born with divine power, but I wasn't particularly devout...."
"Really?"
"Yes. I'm an orphan by birth, so I grew up in the Temple and naturally developed faith as a result."
"I ‌‌‌see."
A saint, but one lacking in faith and specialized in destruction rather than healing.
That's possible.
Tangerine, sprawled out on the ground, asked.
"Then does the saint also avoid being attacked by zombies like the Grand Duke, Your Highness?"
"I'm not sure."
Yeah, I'm curious too.
But I ‌‌‌had no desire to stand Yujein in front of zombies just to test that theory.
"Ah, forget it. Let's get some sleep. I'm exhausted." ‌‌‌‌‌
"We agreed to take turns keeping watch over the zombies, right? What's the order?"
"I-I'll ‌‌‌‌go first!"
"Then I'll take my turn after the saint!"
Yujein, Tangerine, Cyprus, Praha.
I was last in the rotation.
'How considerate of them. I should get some sleep.'
I sluggishly pulled the blanket over myself and lay down.
And I fell asleep in one second flat.
* * *
The next morning.
When ‌‌‌I hazily came to, I found ‌‌myself ‌‌‌sleeping with my head buried in Praha's shoulder.
Praha had completely surrendered his shoulder to me and turned his body to converse ‌‌with Yujein and Tangerine.
"...."
Why am I ‌‌doing this?
'I woke up to stand the night watch as the last in line....'
I must have fallen back asleep while talking with Praha.
So Praha stood watch twice—my shift and his own?
Feeling apologetic, ‌‌‌I furrowed my brow and rubbed my head against Praha's shoulder where I'd been leaning.
Because of Praha's large frame, I wasn't merely resting my head on his shoulder—I was nestled between his arms.
"My lady?"
Praha looked down at me without surprise, as if he'd already noticed I was awake.
"You should have woken me, Your Highness."
"Ah."
Only then did Praha glance down at his own shoulder and respond as if it were nothing.
"I didn't wake you because I wished time would stop like this."
"What?"
"Never mind."
Praha blinked and spoke expressionlessly.
"Now that you're awake, you should eat first. After that, ‌‌‌let's explore the Temple."
Right, that's true.
We'd agreed that ‌‌‌after waking up, we'd each scatter and search this place thoroughly.
'Perhaps there might be some useful items still remaining here.'
I finished breakfast while covertly observing Praha, who seemed oddly pleased about something, then after washing up, we each dispersed to cover our assigned sections.
My section was the third floor's left wing, measured from the center.
"Ugh, all this dust... my allergies are acting up."
I entered what appeared to be a former dormitory for orphans once cared for by the Temple, dust swirling through the air, and ‌‌‌closed the door behind me.
I rummaged through my pocket and pulled out a crimson stone.
Yesterday, when I fell alone into the ‌‌‌Tomb, I picked up this stone from one of the zombies there.
'Could this give me a hint about where those zombies that emerged ‌‌from the gate yesterday came from?'
I gripped the stone tightly and closed my eyes.
[(Safe Zone) Abandoned Temple]
- Yusara (third floor, leftmost room)
- Cyprus (in the adjacent room, tapping on the wall to ‌‌‌tease Yusara)
- Praha (currently searching through the Priest's Chamber)
- Yujein (being dragged along by Tangerine)
- Tangerine (heading to ransack the Kitchen)

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