The Sequel to the Romance Fantasy Was a Zombie Apocalypse – Chapter 110

Silent Room.

“…”

Gone was the boisterous energy of Esmela, who used to jump at Lanit and raise her voice at Dion, as she now twisted her body and avoided his gaze while still standing beside him.

“Esmela.”

“…What?”

“It seems like you have something to say.”

“…Well, not particularly, I mean—”

After Lanit called her once, there was a long pause.

*Thud!*

Finally, Esmela cautiously sat down next to Lanit, who was lying down.

…

After that, Esmela continued to silently stare at her thighs for a long time.

Despite that, Lanit didn’t urge her. He was already used to such behavior from her.

What she needed wasn’t prodding, but waiting.

“…Are you uncomfortable anywhere?”

Then she finally opened her mouth. It was a repetition of the question she had asked earlier.

“Yes.”

Lanit answered readily.

“I see.”

Her voice gradually softened.

“…Do you know how worried I was about you? When Dion carried you back, I was so surprised.”

“Haha. Yeah.”

“Now that I think about it, it angers me! Dion really is a hopeless case. Even back in school—”

Esmela suddenly exploded with anger and started slandering Dion again.

“Ugh. Anyway, he’s caused troubles for the people around him more than once.”

Once that tirade ended,

…

Esmela became silent. Yet her peculiar gaze was clearly directed at Lanit.

“…Anyway, so you’re really okay?”

“Yes.”

“Do you remember the promise we made last time?”

Having spent several years with her, Lanit knew exactly which ‘promise’ she was referring to among many they had shared.

“Yes. The promise made on the first night we were trapped in the royal capital.”

“So you do remember it.”

Esmela said with a teasing tone.

“But then you just fainted and came back. Do you actually intend to keep your promise?”

“That’s unfair! Honestly, wasn’t Dion like a natural disaster? I mean, which master punishes a servant for not avoiding a disaster?”

“Since you’re a servant of Herta, you should at least manage that much.”

Esmela crossed her arms, indicating her annoyance.

Lanit let out a small sigh and moved closer to sit beside her.

Now, his breath was almost touching the nape of her neck.

“I’m somewhat dissatisfied about coming back after an unexpected incident and receiving such unfair treatment.”

Lanit’s hand gently intertwined with Esmela’s hand.

“But since you want to hear it, I’ll say it. I’m sorry.”

…

*Gently.*

Esmela’s hand was placed on top of Lanit’s hand again.

“…Don’t get hurt.”

Her sincerity was finally revealed.

Esmela leaned silently against Lanit’s shoulder, and he quietly brushed her hair away.

This was undoubtedly the sweet time they had so longed for.

Lanit’s recovery didn’t take long.

Since Dion had carefully controlled his strength just enough to knock him out, Arit was able to heal his wounds easily.

However, due to Esmela’s stubbornness, he had to stay in bed for a couple more days.

While Lanit rested for the first time in a while, the others were busily preparing to leave.

Robertze successfully secured more supplies from the Count than originally promised (and even managed to get an extra cart, which was originally supposed to be just one),


Arit and Esmela meticulously checked if the supplies had been perfectly prepared.

In the meantime, Esmela would occasionally come to visit Lanit and spend time with him.

And on the morning of the third day.

Lanit finally got up from bed and changed from the patient gown back into the butler outfit he always wore.

“Good morning, Esmela.”

“Good morning.”

As he entered the reception room where the others were gathered, he exchanged morning greetings with Esmela first as usual.

After greeting the others in turn, the group soon discussed the agenda and promptly left the reception room.

Since everyone was already ready to leave, their outfits were thick enough to withstand the cold.

They would board the carriage waiting at the mansion’s front gate and head south, marking the end of their visit to House Larson—

But before that, there was a final surprise prepared for the group.

…

Dion flashed a brazen smile while receiving Esmela’s piercing glare.

Iiergo sighed softly behind her.

Their outfits were also thick outerwear suitable for long-distance travel, just like Lanit’s group.

And he was even carrying a large backpack on his back…

“…Iiergo?”

Seemingly tired of blaming Dion, Esmela skipped past him and addressed Iiergo directly.

“…Well, I tried to warn him as much as I could… I’m sorry.”

The tall, dark-haired handsome man sincerely apologized.

Iiergo explained:

The day before departure, Dion secretly sought out the Count and insisted on joining Lanit’s group.


No matter how much the Count might have been, he couldn’t refuse Dion, so ultimately he permitted Dion’s request and even sent Iiergo to accompany him for surveillance.

“What about our doctor?”

In response to Esmela’s natural question,

“…At least if you can convince Dion on your side… he said to try that.”

Iiergo answered by conveying the head’s message.

…

Four sets of eyes focused on Dion’s gaze.


With the pure, bright curiosity and desire of a child about to embark on a new adventure.

“…Dion. For starters, may I ask…”

Lanit questioned Dion on behalf of the group.

“Do you have a reason for wanting to follow us?”

“I’m bored stuck in the mansion! Up here in the northern territory, it’s so cold that even the zombies barely show up. I want to see how zombie monsters differ from regular monsters by having a go at them!”

A refreshingly simple reason, just as she was known for.


Grand schemes like helping to reclaim the royal palace were already out of her mind.

However, the simple reasoning led to a complicated debate among the group.


“What are we going to do? Are we really taking Dion with us?”

“No way! Just a few hours away from people, and he knocked Lanit down! What kind of trouble will he cause if we take him along? He treats fighting zombies as if it were just hunting!”

“But Esmela, even if we told Dion to turn back, he wouldn’t listen…”

The three of them went back and forth about whether Dion should join.

…


At that moment, Robertze, who had been quietly listening, suddenly stepped forward.

“Alright. Let’s go together.”

“Really, Robertze? Thanks!”

“Wait, what kind of nonsense are you saying?”

“What, it’s not like Dion will suddenly listen to you if you tell him not to come. And everyone knows how strong he is. As long as he doesn’t cause trouble, he could even be helpful.”

“Do you really think keeping an eye on Dion will be easy…”

Esmela, who was questioning Robertze, finally gave up, saying,


“Do as you like. But if Dion causes trouble, you’ll clean it up, Robertze. I’m not getting involved.”

Declaring that, she spun around and headed toward the carriage.


Thus, two new party members were added to the royal palace reclaiming team.


One was a martial artist, and the other was her husband, responsible for cleanup.

Finally, the group set off on their journey, leaving the northern territory.

Now and then, monsters living in the snowy fields, and as they got closer to the south, the frequency of zombie monster attacks gradually increased.

However, just as Robertze had anticipated, they all became victims of Dion’s iron fist.


The only one worrying about her safety was Iiergo whenever Dion returned from battle.

As days passed, the scenery the group traveled through gradually became more lively.

And on the third week since leaving House Larson.

They arrived near a small town where they would be able to exit the northern territory in just one more day.


Except for a slight chill, the temperature around them had dropped to a level similar to any other region in the kingdom.

*Grrr!*

However, as it became more pleasant for people to live, zombies also proliferated.

“Dion and Iiergo at the front, Lanit in the middle for support in the front and back, the rest take up the rear—”

Robertze’s operational command continued.

*Gulp!*

Most of it was useless since Dion ended up finishing the battles solo.

“Umm…”

As he looked at the broken corpses of zombies, Robertze made a sheepish expression,

“Alright! Everyone, let’s go into the town!”

He announced.

Of course, well before he said that, everyone else had already walked toward the gate.

It was an ordinary, small town surrounded by a low wall.


If it had been zombie monsters or mutants roaming around, the weak protective wall would have been easily breached.

However, since it was sufficient to keep out weak zombies, it was clear why people lived there.

When Lanit knocked on the gate, the guard’s relaxed demeanor must have originated from such an environment.

“Uh… How in the world did you get this far?”

The middle-aged guard said while yawning widely.

At that moment, Robertze stepped up and confidently said to the guard,


“I am Prince Robertze of Arkeisia. Can you inform the lord of my arrival?”