Chapter 19

"Wh-What did you just say, you bastard!?"

The giant undead lost it.

With each step, he made a terrifying sound as if his feet would come off the floor, leaping towards me.

Even I felt fear.

After all, a large man with makeup, charging at me with the ferocity of an ogre, was quite a sight.

But the giant undead stopped abruptly right in front of me.

"Hehe, oh no, I did it again. I used such a dirty word."

Then he started to reflect.

"I am a maiden who pursues beauty. I must never forget my grace, no matter what."

He muttered to himself, nodding in agreement.

But to me, words like beauty and grace seemed far removed from this giant.

"Well, that aside, you need punishment for insulting a maiden, don't you? Oh, wait?"

He seemed to notice something, staring at me intently, then sniffing the air.

"Could it be that you're also an undead? Oh, are you one of Lord Jean's minions? That's a shame, then I can't add you to my Darling Collection."

—Jean.

It seems I hit a nerve.

This giant is apparently one of the minions of a necromancer named Jean.

By the way, what is this 'Darling Collection'?

"No, I have no connection to this Jean you speak of."

"Oh? Is that so? Hehe, then I can make you my darling♡"

With a firm grip, he grabbed both of my shoulders.

"Hehehe, don't worry! Once you receive my love kiss, any boy will fall for me and become a obedient darling! Mmm~"

His lips, painted with an excessive amount of red lipstick, came closer along with his large face.

This is just too creepy...

Without thinking, I kicked him in the jaw.

Bang!

"Wh-What!?"

The giant undead's jaw was blown off by my kick, and his massive body was sent flying, crashing into a wall over ten meters away.

"Ugh... ugh..."

A normal human would have died from that, but he's an undead.

He crawled out from the rubble of the collapsed wall.

Still, with his jaw shattered, he couldn't speak properly.

"W-What... are... you...?"

His jaw was regenerating at an incredible speed.

It seems this giant also has a high regeneration ability.

"...My makeup...! I can't forgive this, I won't forgive this!"

He screamed in anger, looking at his face in a mirror he somehow produced.

To be angry about that...

"I'll rape you! I'll definitely rape you!"

"...Huh?"

At that moment, I felt my body become slightly heavier.

"What is this...?"

"Hehehe! It's no use trying to run! You're already trapped in my cage, mister♡ I'll have lots of fun with you—"

"Let's see."

I tried to move my body forcefully.

There was a tearing sensation, and then the heaviness disappeared.

"—Huh?"

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My name is Brodia Anthoruide.

I am a loyal minion of Lord Jean Diago and one of the Nine Death Generals.

In my lifetime, I mastered the world's strongest martial art, "Oni Slaying Fist," at a young age and became an undefeated fighter.

Eventually, I even won the world championship in a martial arts tournament where only the strongest gathered from around the world.

But when I reached the pinnacle as a fighter, I realized something.

This wasn't what my heart truly desired.

What I wanted most was—beauty.

Realizing this, I began to work on myself.

I applied makeup, dressed fashionably, and learned to behave like a proper maiden.

But before I could fully achieve my goal,

I was ambushed by someone I had defeated in martial arts and died.

It was Lord Jean who resurrected me as an undead.

Lord Jean is not only beautiful but also gave me eternal life with his astonishing magic.

I would never die or age.

I could remain young and beautiful forever.

How wonderful.

Ah, Lord Jean, I love you more than anyone.

...I've tried to approach him several times, but he hasn't been swayed yet.

But I will never give up!

One day, I will win Lord Jean's heart, and then... hehehehe♡

Anyway.

I came to this town following Lord Jean's orders.

I create many lovely darlings and pursue even greater beauty, enjoying every day.

Of course, I haven't forgotten the tasks Lord Jean has given me.

By the way, I received a concerning message from Lord Jean just yesterday.

It seems one of the Nine Death Generals, Sou, was killed.

Apparently, he was completely erased, and even Lord Jean can't bring him back.

He was quite my type, so it's a shame... I wish I had forced myself to be with him at least once.

It's probably the work of the paladins, so be careful, he said.

Well, I'll make them pay.

If I avenge Sou, maybe Lord Jean will fall for me again...?

Hehehehe, I'd rather he come to me!

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W-What is this guy?

I am greatly confused right now.

Suddenly, a young man with white hair appeared.

This foolish undead, who dared to call me, a paragon of beauty, "creepy."

His eyes must be rotten, but what's even more unbelievable is that he sent me flying with a single kick.

Even though I was off guard, for me, who mastered martial arts, to receive such a powerful blow is unheard of.

Moreover, the force was so strong that it shattered my jaw.

I might not have even faced such an opponent in my lifetime.

And now, my makeup...! It took me over an hour to perfect it!

"I'll rape you! I'll definitely rape you!"

I shouted, using a dirty word, and activated the secret technique of "Beauty Love Fist"—I changed the name from "Oni Slaying Fist" because it sounded too harsh.

It uses invisible threads of fighting spirit to control the opponent's body as I wish.

To be honest, all the darlings I keep in this mansion are controlled by these threads of fighting spirit.

They can't escape or call for help.

I focused these threads on the white-haired undead.

He shouldn't be able to move at all now.

Hehe, you're like a prince trapped in a cage by a demon king.

What? Normally, it would be a princess?

No, because I am the princess!

Now, my dear, dear prince... I will pour my love into your body, a, lot♡

—Rip, rip, rip.

"...Huh?"

I couldn't help but let out an unmaidenly sound.

This white-haired guy just tore the threads of fighting spirit with ease.

The threads I used were so strong that even an Orc King couldn't move!?

And he did it so calmly!? This is no joke!

"Fireball"

As I was shocked, the white-haired guy suddenly cast a spell.

Fireball!?

What about this is a fireball!?

"Grrr!"

I dodged it desperately.

I can't let my beautiful dress catch fire!

I swatted away the flying embers with my exposed arms.

After all, my body can regenerate from any damage—

"—Huh?”

Unbelievably, the burn on my arm didn't regenerate at all.