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  As Calvaria rode the rge hamster towards the pharmacy, she sensed undead in the building. She looked to the front doors as they stopped in front of them and hopped off Hamsuke. Nabe and Anna stopped as well, their footfalls ceasing as she did so. Their own body nguage reeking of caution.

  Now, as a general rule of thumb, normal people don’t keep undead in their basements or let alone houses. Normal people also don’t just randomly make pacts with goddesses either.

  After all, if the young man known as Nfirea Bareare had kept undead in his basement, she wouldn’t judge. Though, she was undead so she guessed she was biased. As Calvaria brought her own mind to the forefront of the situation around her, she grabbed the handle of her sword.

  Lizzie Barare noticed this and turned to Calvaria; her brow raised. As she began to slide from the back of Hamsuke, she spoke. Her voice was tinged with the upmost suspicion.

  “My good dy, may I ask why you seem so tense?” she asked in a slightly frustrated tone, obviously done for the day.

  Calvaria simply looked at the older woman, her own face covered by a metal helm. There was something wrong with the fact that that was the expression that she always had on.

  Calvaria used to think the faceless hero was cool, and she still thought that. Yet, it didn’t match Momonga. The goddess made undead flesh. She mentally shook off the feeling, the feeling itself so mild that the emotional suppression skill didn’t activate.

  “Nothing, my gut simply is telling me that something has gone terribly wrong,” she said as she turned to look at the door, then she kicked it in, pulling her longsword from its sheath.

  Lizzie, understandably surprised, yelped and jumped back. Calvaria paid her no mind and walked forward into the building. Anna and Nabe on her heels, the taller woman marched down to the basement after finding the front area deserted.

  Lizzie, the poor old woman, followed after them, her brow furrowed and panic rising in her chest and throat. She wanted to scream out for her grandson, yet there might be people here who wished to do her harm. The old woman simply kept her voice to herself in the end.

  Calvaria scanned the area for any life signs with a multitude of spells, her life detection magic only sensing her own party and life outside of the building. Meaning that the swords of darkness and Nfirea himself weren’t here.

  Anna and Nabe simply followed their own leader, having absolute faith that their goddess was making this a part of her pn in the end, instead of making a simply mistake.

  Then, after only a minute of rushing throughout the hall, they came to the back room where all the luggage had been stored or was currently stored. The room was dark, a human would barely be able to see in this dark.

  Of course, Calvaria wasn’t human, and so sensed and saw the undead zombies that soon stood up as she entered the room. She drew her bde back and chucked it like a frisbee.

  The sword hit the zombie Dyne that had risen. The other zombies being Peter and Lukrut. Though, Ninya wasn’t there. Calvaria didn’t sense her presence at all. Slight concern washed up in her mind, and she looked around the pce for the little magic caster.

  As she did so, lizzie Bareare came to thew scene. Nabe helpfully lit a light in her palm, and Lizzie saw the gruesome scene before her. her eyes widened and she stumbled back a bit. Her feet catching her as she almost fell.

  She caught herself on the wall that she had come from and looked to Calvaria as she spoke. Her voice was shaky, mas if she might faint.

  “Where is my grandson?” she asked and looked down at the now dead, dead adventurers, “Who are these people? I only recall that he wanted to ask you for the request,” she said, and she managed to steady herself.

  “These people are the “Swords of Darkness,” and adventuring party that Nfirea hired as extra help at my own insistence,” Calvaria said as she turned to the left wall, the brown pster having been painted over.

  She walked up close to the wall; the words having been painted in blood and were barely dried. Lizzie looked up at the wall, her face fshing with hope as she read it. The enchant on Calvaria’s own helm activating and she read the words with a frown on her face.

  This was obviously a trap. No killer, unless they wanted to, would let their victim write out directions in such big letters. Yes, this was a trap, and as Calvaria turned her head to the grandmother, she stated as such.

  “This is a trap. No killer would let their victim write something this big or obvious,” Calvaria said, and Lizzie slumped.

  “you’re right. This is too obvious,” Lizzie said as she looked at the floor, “I need to check the rest of the house in case if he’s dead anywhere here!” she said suddenly, the idea coming to the forefront of her mind.

  As she did so, her voice screaming throughout the halls and rooms of the building, Calvaria looked to the two others and decided to investigate the rest of the room. Yet before that, she gave her orders.

  “Anna, clean up the corpses, we want them neat and tidy. Nabe, gather all the evidence you can find,” she said, and the two others nodded their heads.

  As they did as she had ordered them, she walked up to the only door in the room that hadn’t been open when she came in. She got close to the door, used a detection spell on the door and door handle, then after figuring out that there wasn’t a spell or trap on the door, she opened it.

  Inside was a dead body. That body belonged to one Ninya the spell caster. As Calvaria walked up closer while grimacing, slightly peeved that one of her pns had gone up in smoke, she noticed something, there were bindings on her chest. This person was a girl.

  “Hm,” Calvaria hummed, what and who Ninya dispyed herself as was none of her business, yet she couldn’t help but be salty.

  Her pn to spread her cult into E-Rantel had gone up in smoke, and she was angry. She felt her emotional suppression kick in, and she clenched her fist. She let out a sigh of frustration, and let the made fist go.

  She looked at the corpse, resentment at whoever ruined her pns coming up, yet a pn and an experiment popped up in her mind.

  “Hm, aren’t the divine supposed to surpass death? Well, it is better a time to try out resurrection magic than any,” she said as she pulled out a magic item from her inventory and pointed it at Ninya.

  “True resurrection,” she intoned, and Ninya’s body and mind knew once more.

  …

  Ninya knew not what she was, she knew that she was Ninya and not. It was confusing. She knew that she had been alive, yet now she was no longer. It was rather annoying, in all honesty, that this was going on.

  After all, she didn’t know what to know things meant. Her mind, or not-mind, knew nothing about anything, and knew everything about everything. It was truly confusing.

  Yet, she felt something. A hand, and grip grabbing her. her mind reeled back, and yet she couldn’t help but want to grab that hand. To be pulled somewhere else. She reached out a metaphorical hand of her own, and felt light pour into her.

  Ninya the spellcaster opened her eyes once more. welcomed back to the nd of the living in the pce that she had died, looking into the visor of the warrior woman that had aided her in only the past few days. Ninya opened her mouth to speak, yet her voice wouldn’t come out.

  “I was wondering what would happen is I used the item that my Goddess gifted me,” Calvaria spoke, and Ninya’s eyes widened.

  The Warrior said with seriousness and solemness, her voice turning reverent. To be pulled back from death and by the grace of the item of her Goddess. It must be strange to see it used by one’s own hands.

  “I have pulled you back from death by the grace of The One Who Stayed,” she paused, then smiled, Ninya could feel the smile, “You should feel honored, Ninya The Spellcaster.”

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