Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 459 ...In A Haystack

"Pitit? What the hell are you doing here?!" it took him a second to realise who it was, and it brought upon a fear greater than the one within him a few moments ago.

'Wait... Why did he stop? Is it that he can't strike a civilian even in this situation?' but no, even if that was the case, Frenand could have easily gone around her and knocked him out anyways, the undead had genuinely frozen in place, slowly pulling his leg back as he stepped away.

"Girl... I would advise you to get out of here..."

Pitit had really showed up at the last possible moment, had Frenand not been an undead, he never would have been able of stopping his strike, the momentum would have kept on and most certainly killed the girl by fracturing her hips at best, or just splitting her in half at the waist at worst.

Standing with her arms held straight, panting and sweating heavily, Frenand had not noticed her around there, a fatal mistake of inattention on his part as she was not even trying to conceal her presence, having been ignored for Pitit was not a warrior in the least.

"I won't repeat myself, move away, your intervention makes you an accomplice, don't think you are still counted as a civilian" Frenand threatened Pitit, looking down at the small girl, motioning as though he was ready to grab her by the head and just squeeze it like it was a grape. Stay connected with My Virtual Library Empire

"Y- You won't do it..."

"Huh? Are you challenging me, you midget? I'll slap your head off and turn it into a red stain on the wall over there!-"

"You won't, you would never strike down a child" she looked straight at him, Frenand recoiling in indignation, clenching his fist.

The undead clacked his jaw, the sound reverberating around the walls of the barn, it was unbelievable.

'How the hell can she know this?' he felt his death force boiling because Pitit was right, but he had done his best to not show that he had a soft spot for the underdeveloped livings, only Ourlst or the lieutenants could possibly know about this weakness of his.

"Girl, you play a dangerous game, just step away and go back to your house like nothing happened, nothing bad will happen to your brother..." Isilt could hardly believe it, Frenand was trying to negotiate with his sister instead of just moving her aside and finishing the job, it seemed like the undead was not only unwilling to hit her, but also unwilling to hit Isilt in front of her, he had not been expecting this from a foul corpse.

Although he was honestly flabbergasted, picking up the eight unconscious soldiers with ease, he carried them further away from the farmlands, making sure that no one noticed this action, Frenand brought all of them to a designated location, where soldiers and a few knights were waiting to receive them.

The undead he had mentioned beside Alisiana was there as well, probably eager to get a look at the goods.

Instructor Gunlaurgh was the head of all instructors, who were in charge of the training of pretty much all undeads, they were the ones who determined which caste one should go to, he had not been there since the very beginning but amongst the caste leaders, he was one of the oldest.

His skeletal skull resembled that of a horned reptile, rubbing his chin in thought as he counted the soldiers, emitting a low 'Mmh' sound.

"Truly surprising, Ourlst must have a hidden talent for divination"

"Or perhaps the livings are just too easy to predict... At least for him"

"Maybe so, maybe so... But that is not amongst my concerns, I have to find how to adapt my methods to train livings" the instructor passed on finger over the whip firmly affixed to his belt, there was no denying that he was talented at what he did, but many often wondered if he was perhaps not too enthusiastic concerning his draconian methods.

"Why do you have to learn how to properly train livings anyway?"

"General Loimos is a great visionary! He predicts that we may have to lay an assault upon vast lands where the power of our truest of death is weakened or absent, so obviously, he wishes for his troops to know how to make the livings work for the vanguard, it goes hand in hand with the lessons about occupying territories... We can hardly make use of them on Belliste, the residents are not agreeable in the least..."

"...Eight of them huh? That should give me some leeway to test varying degrees of harshness..."

"Aherm, I wouldn't want to encroach upon your specialty, Gunlaurgh... But I think you could reduce the harshness by at least ninety percent from your usual methods to begin with..."

"Ah... You think that is severe? If I was truly as violent, you wouldn't get cold feets everytime there is a slightly young living involved! I would have hammered that out of you! By the way, if you want to remedy this, don't hesitate to pass by, my hands are full, but I can find some time to help"

"...I'll think about it..."