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The Sequel to the Romance Fantasy Was a Zombie Apocalypse – Chapter 96

“By the way, you guys went hunting Frost Giants with Count Dion, right?”

It’s the morning of the third day since leaving House Larson.

Just like the day before, they were trudging through the endless expanse of snow.

Tikhah confidently stated before leaving that the Snow Wolf pack we encountered before was unusual and that the area around House Larson had been thoroughly cleaned by her and the other Gamekeepers, so they wouldn’t encounter any Monsters on the way.

And truly, as she said, the only things they encountered while walking all day were the vast fields covered in snow and the biting cold wind.

In the midst of that dull journey, Lanit thought, ‘I would rather a Zombie Monster show up…’

Anyway, as they spent that monotonous time, Tikhah suddenly started chatting ahead, and a bit of life returned to everyone’s faces.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Lanit replied quickly to Tikhah.

“I’m not sure we should call that hunting, though.”

“Huh? What happened?”

Lanit recounted how when Count Dion boldly charged into the cave, the Frost Giants were actually afraid of her, how she challenged one of them to a one-on-one bet and then took it down in just two hits.

“Hahaha! That’s Count Dion for you. Still going strong!”

“Did you know about Count Dion, Tikhah?”

“Of course. Not a single noble doesn’t know about Count Dion’s strength.”

“Is she really that famous?”

Arit, who’d been listening to their conversation from the back, chimed in.

Esmela, who wasn’t participating in the hunt, had no way to join in and remained silently listening to their conversation.

“Exactly! On her first day meeting the people of House Larson, she caused quite the commotion, you see.”

“Commotion?”

“Curious?”

Both Tikhah and Lanit, even Esmela, who was walking a bit away from them, nodded.

“Alright, then. It happened when Young Lord Iiergo brought Count Dion to the Mansion to introduce her to the family…”

The atmosphere at the House Larson dinner table with Dion was as cold as ice.

It wasn’t usually like that among the family. Contrary to House Larson’s rugged image, they were fairly affectionate towards each other.

The cause of this chilly atmosphere was, of course, Dion.

In the harsh Northern territories, where toughening up was the only truth and measure of life, Iiergo, the fourth son, was subtly regarded as a weakling among his family for his delicate personality and dislike for bloodshed. So, when he brought home the frail and petite only daughter of a baron as his bride, nobody in the family welcomed her.

The fourth son, Iiergo, could hardly swallow his food, torn between his grievances towards the family for overtly neglecting Dion and his worry for Dion, who was enduring it all.

Yet, Dion, whether she was aware of her situation or not, always wore a bright smile, delicately slicing her steak and elegantly placing it in her mouth.

An uncomfortable silence reigned over dinner, with nobody daring to speak.

*Thud.*

Finally, Count Larson slammed his fork onto the table, calling out for Iiergo.

“Iiergo.”

“…Yes, Father?”

“I’m not going to say much. Cancel the engagement.”

“What do you mean by that…!”

“Get a grip!”

As Iiergo tried to protest and stand up, he flinched at the booming voice of his father, unable to gather the nerve.

“What do you intend to do by bringing such a scrawny girl into this house? I’ve already picked out several suitable brides. That Count Dion girl should be sent back to the baron’s house.”

“…!”

Infuriated beyond reason by the Count’s insulting remarks about Dion, Iiergo nearly rushed at his father, but—

*Crackle.*

He was startled and fell back into his seat as Dion gripped his thigh with surprising strength.

“Dion…?”

Iiergo was shocked. He couldn’t believe the delicate-looking Dion could exert such force.

“…It seems I can no longer hide the truth.”

“Dion? What do you mean?”

“I’m sorry, Young Lord Iiergo. Please don’t hate me for this.”

Dion replied with a sad smile to Iiergo’s question, rose from her seat, and confidently walked towards the Count.

“What are you doing right now?”

Ignoring the Count’s intimidation, Dion stood right beside him.

Her height, similar to the seated Count, gave the impression of a child daring to confront an adult.

“Count Larson.”

“What?”

“Is it because I am weak that you dislike me?”

“Yes. You realize it well. So—”

“If weakness is a disqualifying factor, then the opposite should hold as well. I,”

At this moment, Dion looked around at the members of House Larson seated at the table.

“Should reject the weaklings of House Larson, shouldn’t I?”

“……?”

The Count was taken aback, unable to comprehend such an absurd statement.

A few seconds of silence ensued—

“Are you insulting us right now?”

Only then did Count Larson grasp the meaning of her words and stood up with a growl.

“Dion!”

“Please remain quiet, Young Lord Iiergo.”

Dion, who always smiled kindly at Iiergo, was no longer there.

What Iiergo saw was a predatory smile, bared teeth ready for the meal before it.

“Have you lost your mind?”

The Count, ready to pounce at any moment, took several steps toward her.

But Dion stood her ground, arms crossed, gazing up at the Count defiantly.

“Unfortunately, I am perfectly sane.”

“…Huh…”

The Count, upon hearing that, reached a boiling point but suddenly regained his composure, taking a deep breath to calm himself.

He was now suddenly concerned that he could genuinely kill Dion if he let rage take over.

Holding on to the flimsiest thread of reason, the Count spoke.

“…For Iiergo’s sake, I will give you one last warning. Get out of here at once.”

“Oh dear?”

In response, Dion dramatically placed her finger on her chin, replying…

“Did I misunderstand? That the mighty Larson family of the North, famed for their dominance, are actually a bunch of cowards barking like dogs at one woman?”

“I’ll kill you!!!”

Completely losing his grip on reason, the Count charged at Dion with his arms raised like a bear—

*Whoosh—*

The huge Count’s body flew through the air,

*Thud!*

Landing hard on his back.

The event unfolded so rapidly that no one in attendance even reacted in time.

Dumbfounded, the other members of House Larson gazed at Dion, unsure of what to do.

With a smirk, Dion raised one corner of her mouth and gestured for them to come at her with her right hand.

“Get her!!!”

At someone’s shout, everyone except Iiergo charged at Dion in unison, marking the beginning of a chaotic brawl known as ‘The Conquest of the Non-Divine Young Lady of House Larson’—

“…So?”

Having pushed two others out of the way, Esmela leaned in close to Tikhah, urging her for what happened next.

“So what happened?”

“Hehe. It seems the Duke’s Young Lady is also curious about the non-divine tale, huh?”

“Come on, hurry up!”

“Alright, alright. Well, the Count fell in one hit, so what do you think the others would fare? The six siblings, other than the Young Lord, all rushed in and hit the floor, and the Count’s brother was sent flying with an uppercut to the chin…”

Tikhah started detailing, one by one, how the other members of House Larson were beaten down by Dion that day.

“…And finally, with a neat liver shot to the Butler’s stomach, Count Dion defeated everyone in House Larson except for Young Lord Iiergo in one fell swoop.”

“…Oh my.”

“I knew Count Dion was strong, but I didn’t expect her to be that strong…”

The two were astonished, unable to close their mouths at her dazzling performance.

“…So that’s why Tikhah is always so respectful when Count Dion’s story comes up.”

“Well, that’s how it is! In this North where strength is everything, Count Dion is the true ruler of House Larson. Hahaha! Although, even after that incident, Count Dion still refers to the Count as ‘father-in-law’ pretty respectfully. Now.”

Suddenly laughing heartily, Tikhah pointed ahead with her finger.

“Do you see that?”

“What is it?”

The two strained their eyes, trying to see what was there.

“Looks like we’ve arrived while talking.”

Tikhah grinned.

“That’s where the people of House Herta gather.”

The Sequel to the Romance Fantasy Was a Zombie Apocalypse

The Sequel to the Romance Fantasy Was a Zombie Apocalypse

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Status: Ongoing Released: 2024
In a zombie apocalypse setting, the protagonist races to protect their favorite character—a former villainess noblewoman—from the clutches of the undead.

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