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Judging by the reaction, the zombie was still capable of thinking. Or perhaps it was a Sorceress, controlling it from somewhere.
“I can, of course, I’m alive,” Kamistella said, spreading her hands. “Let’s say the Haranian Empire really generously bestows the ability to think upon its undead. But… I saw a portrait of Lord Zutyshm, painted, by the way, after the artist’s personal meeting with her! And the woman in it clearly spends a lot of time and effort on taking care of her appearance. Next to her, you are just a rotting corpse. Who will take care of the thousands upon thousands of dead that the Haranian Empire will raise during the conquest of the next ten states? That’s right… no one! Because the undead are just a tool for it. But the Haranian Sorceresses will pamper themselves to perfection. Here, in Asugukh,” the lunar elf pointed to the ground beneath her feet, “our king created perhaps the most merciful and friendly state, full of opportunities. I think even the undead could find a place here if the need arose. And you are suggesting that we surrender without a fight and become slaves, a pile of walking corpses. No one will allow us to rise, to stand alongside the Haranian Sorceresses and achieve the greatness of the undead of Nephiria. No one! And you are just a troublemaker, trying to scare random travelers. Not so long ago, by the will of the goddess Akonia, Nephiria was destroyed. And if the Haranian Empire continues to cut down everything in its path… it will suffer the same fate. Perhaps we will fall by that time, but it is… inevitable. Because there are no gods in this world who will stand up for the risen dead. But there are Arselia and Akonia, who despise them equally. In the Haranian Empire… only the Sorceresses matter. Perhaps they could say something to me that would make me fall to my knees and beg for mercy, or maybe not. But you, my undead friend, are definitely not capable of that. Neither Asugukh nor Calcite… will ever bow their heads before the Haranian Empire. If the Sorceresses want war, let them come and bring all their countless army. But, judging by the tricks with undead instigators, they are not so confident in their strength. And therefore… THIS IS ASUGUKH AND IT WILL STAND!
Suddenly, in the middle of her speech, Kamistella theatrically tapped her elegant foot and unleashed her friend’s favorite spell on the unfortunate zombies, naturally, without harming her colleagues from the unscheduled stop. For a moment, the lunar elf imagined a funny scene where two Haranian Sorceresses said to each other:
“They attacked our peaceful zombie citizens!”
“Do we invade Asugukh?”
“We invade Asugukh!”
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