The Liberation Army of the Different Races is organized with the Seven High Executives at its core, like that jerk Akashmir and her explosive legion of Dark Elves specialized solely in offensive magic. Or Urrakan’s Beastmen Legion made up of Werewolves and others who instinctively follow the strong.
And among these six legions led by the Seven High Executives, there was always debate over which was the strongest. Some legions were so reliant on their commanders that they crumbled without them, while others had weaker leaders but individually tough members. The legions counterbalanced each other, making it impossible to say one was outright superior.
But if you asked which legion was the most troublesome, anyone would immediately name one: Morty’s Undead Legion, led by the Elder Lich himself!
“A walking legion of corpses composed mostly of undead and necromancers.”
They were a bit different from the vampires I’d faced before. It felt like vampire blood magic was just a twisted offshoot of necromantic corpse magic.
If vampires were those who feared death so much they clung to eternal life, then necromancers were the ones who burrowed into the space between life and death to reject mortality altogether.
While Drakel obsessed over youth enough to mess with dangerous artifacts like the Tesseract, Morty didn’t even care since he was already a walking skeleton. The difference was crystal clear.
“This is bad! We’ll kill everyone here and release Rage Gas throughout the hotel, Beritha!”
“Not a bad idea, Veta.”
In front of the battered Tamamo and Alice stood red-haired Veta and blue-haired Beritha. They looked no older than middle schoolers, but their faces were filled with murderous intent.
Their conversation wasn’t an exaggeration or empty threat. These twin sisters were Morty’s personal guard and also high-level undead created by him.
Though they appeared as beautiful girls on the outside, inside they were rotting flesh—powerful killing dolls.
“This is dangerous. Even if they’re not at the level of the Seven Executives, Veta and Beritha are individually as strong as Tamamo at full power. In this state, Alice and Tamamo can’t possibly handle them!”
Tamamo could barely stand unaided, leaning heavily for support, while Alice was missing her usual dual blades and nursing deep cuts on her shoulders and arms. Meanwhile, the Vita twins seemed completely unfazed, radiating confidence.
Even in a fair fight at full strength, victory wouldn’t be guaranteed. With such a massive gap in condition, the outcome was inevitable.
“And if these two are here… then Morty must be somewhere in this hotel too.”
Are Raven and Victor, who haven’t reported back, fighting him? I couldn’t be sure, but it seemed likely.
If so, we couldn’t count on their help anytime soon. Morty’s abilities far surpassed those of other executives like Akashmir or Urrakan.
I have to help Alice somehow!
Just as I stepped forward, my rational mind held me back. “Do I really have a chance? Sure, thanks to the crack, I’m stronger than before…”
But the reason the Vita twins were so powerful was simple. One was a Death Knight with incredible physical prowess and swordsmanship who never tired. The other was a High Lich wielding advanced corpse magic with endless mana supply.
Fighting either alone would be tough; facing both together meant certain defeat. Their teamwork covered each other’s weaknesses perfectly.
Honestly, Tamamo holding them off despite being gassed earlier was already impressive.
What if I transformed into my adult form like when I fought Akashmir? As an adult, my raw power could overpower even attack-specialized executives through sheer brute force. A Death Knight and High Lich made by an executive? Easy pickings.
“…No, it won’t work. I grabbed the Tesseract while changing clothes, but the energy isn’t enough. Not even a week’s worth remains—it’s impossible to transform fully.”
Using the Tesseract to alter my body and maintaining that transformation consumed vast amounts of energy. Even draining it completely wouldn’t let me become an adult again like last time. If it somehow worked, I’d revert instantly or overload the Tesseract.
This won’t work, that won’t work. What should I do?
There’s no hope of winning, and reinforcements aren’t coming. This truly was a desperate situation with no escape.
“Wait… they’re undead! If I exploit their weakness…!”
Suddenly, an idea struck me like lightning—a possible way out of this crisis.
Alice faced the Vita twins and thought, If only I’d brought a weapon from the room…*
“Tamamo, those two… they’re strong, right?”
She knew Tamamo’s abilities well. Though physically average compared to Alice, Tamamo’s magical skill was top-tier.
For someone like Tamamo to end up battered… it meant these two were undeniable powerhouses.
“Nyahaha, maybe I could barely beat one of them. But two…”
“I see. Guess asking was pointless.”
Sadly, ignorance might’ve been bliss.
Two enemies slightly weaker than Tamamo? With Tamamo injured, it meant they were overwhelmingly stronger.
“There’s no running. Even if I turned my back, they’d catch me instantly. Sabrina and Yuria might be in danger too. So what I can do here is…”
Steel resolve filled Alice’s heart.
Yes, there was no chance of victory. Even Tamamo, whom she secretly envied, couldn’t win against them. How could Alice, wounded and unarmed, stand a chance?
But running wasn’t an option. This place was filled with people she cherished more than family: Jin, Yuria, David, Raine, Sabrina… She refused to let any of them die.
Gently lowering Tamamo to the ground, Alice shouted without looking back, “Sabrina! Yuria! Take everyone and run! I’ll hold them off here!”
Her passion burned fiercely—not out of despair but determination. Even sacrificing herself, she vowed to protect what mattered most.
Perhaps Tamamo felt that fire ignite within her too. Despite bleeding and staggering, she stood beside Alice, raising her magic.
It seemed neither would back down against the absurdly powerful Vita twins.
“Kahaha! With Alice fighting so hard, I can’t fall first as class president! Leave this to me! Kahaha!”
“I want to run. I want to run. I want to run…”
“If hitting doesn’t work, keep hitting until it does!”
Even the Pixies overwhelmed by undead soldiers found courage in Alice’s unwavering will.
Though bound by contract, they could’ve fled. Instead, they fought desperately to block the exits, ensuring civilians escaped safely. Perhaps this was their sense of responsibility as Pixies.
“Hmph. A dying mage and a powerless weakling think they can stop us?”
“Pathetic. Even beasts understand hierarchy naturally. You’re stupider than animals.”
“Kihii! Turning you into corpses will earn Morty’s praise!”
But the Vita twins spoke with absolute confidence, having already calculated the insurmountable gap between themselves, Tamamo, and Alice.
No matter how hard the dying pair struggled, reversal was impossible. At best, they’d buy a few minutes—pointless resistance or futile sacrifice.
“Sister. I’ll take the weapon.”
“Right! Spata Osium!”
Cheerful red-haired Veta chanted, summoning a sharp bone sword from thin air. Stoic blue-haired Beritha grabbed it and charged toward Alice with blinding speed, ready to cleave her apart.
“Ugh! Dodge…!”
“Defen…!”
Before Tamamo’s spell could finish, Beritha swung her sword. Suddenly, dozens of radiant white arrows rained down upon her.
Thinking it a feeble attempt, Beritha prepared to tank the hits—but sensing the chilling aura, she hastily retreated.
Pababak! The arrows missed, embedding into the floor. But Tamamo, Veta, and Beritha stared in shock at the realization.
“This is… sacred magic?! It vanished long ago!”
“Liar! Morty said there was no divinity left in this world!”
All eyes turned to where the arrows came from. Standing there was a girl around middle-school age with long, snow-white hair.
“…”
Perked-up cat ears twitched atop her head, and a thin, cute tail swayed gently. It was Yuria.
