**

This couldnt be anything simple at all.

In just a single night, the village was decimated, leaving behind 100 or so survivors.

They all crowded into the narrow and dilapidated monastery. Kids, old folks, housewives and the likes were busy offering desperate prayers inside the building. Meanwhile, men were helping me lug around the dead in the cemetery.

Once things had calmed down sufficiently enough, the representative of the village, the village chief, came up to me. Thank you for aiding us, your highness.

I was flustered. The village was decimated even before the holy water could be distributed? I had a mountain of things to do now thanks to this development.

Wasnt there a Paladin stationed in the village? said I, remembering that there was a Paladin residing in the biggest village here tasked with monitoring me.

After the incident happened, we sought him out. However, his current whereabouts are a mystery, said the village chief as his response.

What about sending the word out to the Theocratic Empire?

Sure, it might have been a banishment, but still, an Imperial Prince was staying here. Paladins promptly showed up just because the owner of this body rampaged around a bit, so there was no way the higher-ups would ignore the advent of a zombie wave.

At the bare minimum, they should dispatch a knight order or something.

T-that is we tried to send a messenger, but

But?

He mustve been killed by the zombies during his journey.

There are zombies hiding along all of the roads leading to Ronia. Even the contact with the nearest sentry post has been cut off too

The zombies of this world were pretty amazing then.

The Paladin in the village monitoring me went missing. Thus, the zombies seized this opening and attacked, and they even managed to cut off the exit. Did that mean they could use their heads?

If this was true, then these bastards were even scarier than the ones from the movies, those that were capable of running around like marathon runners.

Also, finding the origin of this plague would be next to impossible if it turned out there was a separate entity with enough intelligence that commanded the others.

How many zombies are there?

T-there were about 30 of them. Thats how many we saw when we were running away.

The village near the monastery actually consisted of four separate satellite villages. I went to an already-decimated village yesterday, so this meant that in just one night, the remaining three had basically been wiped off the map.

If there were 30, did that mean there were around ten in each village? Or, maybe they worked together to attack the villages instead. It wasnt as if we were dealing with a zombie den or something, so there was no real need to get scared by an undead that couldnt run and were only capable of flailing about ungainly. Also, you wouldnt turn into an undead just because you got bitten once too.

Okay, so what now?

W-wed like you to contact the Imperial Palace, your highness.

But didnt you say that all roads have been blocked?

Wouldnt offering a prayer be sufficient? Like, with some sort of magic?

How unfortunate, but I didnt know any convenient skills like that one.

The villagers were looking at me with hopeful eyes, but it was my job to break the bad news for them, Such a thing is obviously impossible. You said that a wave of zombies showed up, right? In that case, we dont have any choice but to pull our socks up until Paladins come to rescue us. If not, well all be dead meat.

I didnt want to get their hopes up, so I honestly told them our current position and options. Thanks to that, they all fell into panic. Some became really pale, while some wailed uncontrollably. Hell, some of them even began screaming too.

The villagers were in despair.

This was quite obvious really, since they were about to die from the plague, or become the next meal for the zombies.

Even if I enjoyed similar attributes with the undead, the continuous appearance of zombies would still be dangerous for me in the long run. If I managed to survive alone when everyone else perished, it would look rather peculiar to other people, wouldnt it?

This meant that the current situation remained unfavourable whether it was for the villagers or for myself.

Please help us! Your highness! Arent you the grandson of the Holy Emperor?

Even if thats true, I was but a mere regular person now.

I stared at the village chief. These villagers seemed to be taking the banished Imperial Grandson for granted here.

A banished member of the Imperial Family was no different than a commoner who lost all of their status. The exiled people who arrived in places like these would have to work as lowly gophers running errands for the villagers, and they wouldnt even receive any compensation in return. There was no prior case of an exile taking revenge on the villagers either.

They probably thought that they found themselves a nice little servant here.

I wasnt that unhappy about their request, though. The villagers seemed to be willing to help me out too.

It was just that If these folks were shameless enough to think that I should obviously do it for them, then I wasnt planning to smile and bear it all out.

In that case, I should put forward a beneficial condition for me. I smirked and stared at the village chief while using my [Minds Eye] to confirm his Status Window.

[Name: Parok.

Age: 75

Speciality: Snitching, farming, petty tricks.

+ Currently in a scared state.]

My smile became one filled with contentment as I studied him. Fine. Ill help you.

The two farmers from the night before were smiling brightly now. On the other hand, though, the remaining men carried unmistakably bleak expressions.

Their reactions were rather lukewarm at best. Even if I pounded on my chest and declared, Who am I? Im none other than Holy Emperors grandson!, I wouldnt be able to convince anybody.

Because, I was the mangnani Imperial Prince after all.

I used my royal background to beat up servants and sexually assault maids. Hell, I even tried to rape a lady-in-waiting too, who in their right minds would trust me?

The village chief hesitated greatly before opening his mouth, evidently having decided to grasp at straws with no other options available. T-then, we shall be in your care.

He probably figured that it was better than nothing and they might as well believe the Priest and follow his lead.

It sure was a rather arrogant attitude.

I guess one could attribute his shamelessness to all those times he ordered around exiled formerly high-ranking gophers as he pleased. Such a habit mustve been deeply ingrained in his bones by now.

Well, it didnt really matter.

Helping them out was the only way Id be able to spend some peace and quiet myself. Besides, I wasnt going to personally deal with the zombies, anyway.

However, I have a condition.

The village chief flinched before tilting his head. With a confused expression on his face, he asked me a question, When you say a condition

I want you to start handing over some necessary funds. Its rather unfair that Ive been performing free services until now, right? Dont you agree with me?

A-are you asking me to pay you wages? B-but, everyone who was exiled here so far were

I quietly stared at the village chief.

The silent pressure I gave off forced him to shrink back and nod his head. I-I understand.

Dont rat on the Paladins later, got it?

As long as I stayed in the monastery, Id get a bit of food and water for free. However, that was pretty much it. I had no funds to spend for myself right now.

Once every month, a traveling merchant would show up in the village, so itd be a good idea to fix up the monastery with the funds Im going to receive later. The Theocratic Empire had already given up on me anyways. I might end up spending the rest of my life here, so shouldnt I try to spruce up the place with a few decent pieces of furniture?

Oh, and one more thing. I pointed at the dilapidated monastery. I want you to fix that while youre at it too.

Pardon?

The village chief looked at the building. Although it was quite old and worn-down, the building was still large enough to house 100 or so of his fellow villagers. This meant that repairing it would require a considerable sum.

After a lengthy deliberation, the village chief finally spat out a groan and nodded his head. I understand. Within my limits Ill

And, you need to periodically provide supplies for free.

Ill see what I can do within our means.

Nice! With that, all my problems had been sorted out.

You see, rain water that leaked into the monastery had been causing me a lot of grief for a long while.

Not only that, the provisions I received as compensation for maintaining the cemetery were only potatoes and vegetables. I should be able to get myself some meat now, and since winter was coming, I might as well get the villagers to diligently bring me my deserved rewards so that I wouldnt have to go get firewood personally.

Your highness! Imperial Prince-nim!

While I was in the middle of my chat with the village chief, a man hurriedly ran over towards us. He shouted out with a pale expression, The zombie horde is here!

I was stunned to hear this.

Zombies were actually coming here?

This meant there was no need to go over where they were personally, judging from how they were gathering here in order to prey on the living. Theyre pretty loyal to their base instincts, then.

This was a relief, actuallyI didnt have to search around and purify them one by one this way now. The amount of work I had to do decreased because of this.

Nice! All of you, get your tools ready!

The villagers, including the village chief, all began to tilt their heads. Their confused, dazed gazes were focused on me.

What are you, uhm, talking about, your highness?

I shrugged my shoulders after hearing the chief. Whats up with your expressions? Didnt you ask me to sort this crisis out for you?

Y-yes. But, why?

His voice trailed off with the words, Why are you throwing around such an ugly word like tools at us?

The corners of my lips arched up. It should be obvious, right?

Yup, so bloody obvious.

I had four jobs as it were.

One, the Imperial Prince of the Theocratic Empire.

Two, a gravekeeper.

Three, a Priest, at least nominally.

And finally, a Necromancer.

None of these were the kind of professions where youd march to the frontlines and perform a sword dance or something.

From now on, you lot are going to do some zombie hunting, thats why.

!!

The village chief and his fellow villagers stiffened up in an instant.

Dont you worry. Its not like youll become a zombie just because you get bitten by one. Itll just sting a bit and youll run some high fever for a few days, thats all that will happen. You can rest easy because my heart shall ache alongside your pain too.

The village chief forced out a smile as cold sweat trickled down his forehead. Y-your highness. This is no time for jokes. You said youd help us earlier, so

I shifted my gaze over to him and grinned refreshingly. Did it sound like a joke to you just because I smiled?

He openly formed an expression that cried out, What kind of a dogsh*t is this?!

Well, if you dont like it, you can forget about it, then.

I stared at him and cackled loudly in a rather evil manner.

**

Well-built men gathered in front of the monastery; there were about 50 of them in total. Each one was armed with farming tools, logging axes, saws, or hunting bows and arrows.

They were all built rather sturdily, perhaps owing to the fact that they were farmers, woodsmen, or hunters during their daily lives.

Nice! They didnt forget to pack their weapons before running away despite the urgency of the situation. The survival instincts of this worlds denizens were pretty outstanding, indeed.

Oh. About the equipment you took out from the monastery, make sure you dont damage them, alright? Ill be charging you money if you break even one.

The villagers were now carrying fed-up expressions.

I cleanly ignored them and simply nodded my head in satisfaction. Nice. This should suffice. They might be zombies, but as long as we arent dealing with animal types, we should have no problems as they are all very slow.

Also, even if there were animal types mixed in, their attack power should still be limited overall, so it didnt really matter either.

Alright, everyone. Lets take our time with this. Your safety should be your top priority. So dont be too tense about hunting zombies. If it gets too tough, just help each other out. As long as we pace ourselves, no one will get hurt, and

It was thenI reflexively blocked my nose in a hurry. A truly horrendous stench was wafting out from the distance. Demonic energy was reverberating within the air like the disgusting stench of death.

I cautiously shifted my gaze towards the forest. Eyes glowing in crimson hue were slowly surrounding the perimeter of the monastery. Soon, the staggering zombies marched out of the dense fog. Their numbers were in the several hundreds.

Why the hell

Are there so many?!

I called out to the village chief, who happened to be backing away from sheer terror at the moment, Oiiii, Mister Village Chief.

Y-yes??

He looked back at me with a pale face.

Didnt you say that there were only around 30 or so back in the village?

T-that is Thats what we saw

Even the chief himself looked confused, evidently not understanding what was happening here.

I began massaging my forehead. Four No, one of the villages was completely decimated, so Whats the total populace of the three villages combined?

The village chief hurriedly counted by raising and folding his fingers. W-well, that is the biggest village has over 200 folks, while the other ones have between 50 to 100. It should be at least over 300.

Okay, so since there are 100 survivors here with us, and you saw about 30 zombies. In that case, where are the rest of them?

The chief flinched and stiffened up as he dazedly stared back at me, then muttered out helplessly, I dont know for sure. We were too busy running away, so

With this, its pretty clear to me now.

A portion of the escaped villagers mustve been hunted down, it seemed. Or maybe, these creatures simply wandered into the Land of the Dead Spirits. Well, the very distant northern tip of the frontier wasnt called the haven for the undead for nothing, after all.

My eyes twitched as I observed the slow, lumbering march of the zombie horde heading towards us. The villagers were crying out to me in sheer panic now.

Y-your highness, what should we do?!

Imperial Prince-nim!!

Should we run away?

The village chief butted in at the end and asked me.

I couldnt help but massage my temples even harder. Is there any other way to deal with zombies?

No, there isnt.

Even when a horde like this is coming?

The chief wiped away his cold sweat as he replied, An event like this one rarely occurs, you see. If were faced with such a crisis, we simply inform the feudal lord and wait until he dispatches his troops.

I couldnt help but form a miserable expression upon hearing that. Why did my workload have to increase like this?! Hang on a minute, could it be that Im paying for all the blasphemous crap the previous owner of this body committed in the past?

Although I was just kidding now, I couldnt help but feel a bit bitter after thinking about it. It was possible that my situation was exactly the result of that.

Since magic existed for real in this world, I couldnt discount the possibilities of gods really existing too. Not that I was religious or anything, but if gods really did exist, then there was no way theyd do nothing when a supposed believer cussed them out, right?

You dumba*s grandson!

I facepalmed grandly.

The crime of blasphemy this bodys former master committed was pretty damn hefty, to say the least. If I was really paying for his transgressions, then hell, I was neck-deep in trouble here.

Ahh! The Goddess of love and mercy, Gaia!

When I shouted this out, the village chief and the men all looked at me. Was it because I offered a prayer just now? Their eyes seemed to have a renewed light in them.

They probably found Priests using divine powers in front of the undead rather reassuring. Indeed, the holy men and women of this world did pray before gathering their divinity to cast their magic, didnt they?

However, I was different.

I refreshingly trampled on the expectations the villagers held of a Priest like me.

Love and mercy, my ass! If youre putting me through a wringer just because I cussed you out once, then Imma cuss you out even more! You cheapskate stinker of a Goddess!!

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