Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Thick locks of sculpted hair could be seen on her head which churned Skullius’ memory as this statue looked a lot like something he had seen before in a miniaturised form.

Right.

It looked quite a lot like a statue he had seen at the temple.

One the three erected structures outside that gave him a truly divine feel.

Listafelle.

Sigh.

“Come, let’s go in,” Tulnas said, urging Skullius forward.

The two walked on the paved road with Skullius looking over at everything that even tickled his attention.

Nothing much decorated the outside of the mansion which made Skullius particularly curious about what he would see inside the building ahead.

As they drew closer, Skullius finally noticed that upon the luxurious doors to the mansion, a crest was masterfully carved.

It looked like something akin to a peach with strings of thorns growing out of it.

The groves that made this symbol were painted in gold, making the symbol all the more elaborate._.

The doors to the mansion opened before Skullius and Tulnas could reach them, a singular figure appearing.

Tulnas smiled when he saw her but Skullius gaped in shock.

A very short girl it was.

She wore a long, off-shoulder blue dress that reached her ankles, brushing against her feet with each movement she made.

Her body looked well developed, her aspects looking not like that of a child’s except for perhaps her face.

It was very pretty, marked with large true sapphire coloured eyes, a cute button nose and tiny cherry lips that curled up in a cute smile.

She swiped away her burgundy hair that had blocked her view because of the wind and became delight incarnate as she lifted the ends of her dress and rushed down the steps before the doors to Tulnas.

What left Skullius speechless was how he felt a strong energy surging from this woman along with a deep sense of maturity.

She was even shorter than Oliviana but his instincts told him that she was not a young in the least.

No. His instincts didn’t just tell him.

They warned him.

Skullius’ mind churned unconsciously as a word tried to pop in it, supposedly being a perfect fit for name for the midget.

He opened his mouth to try to pronounce it.

“Lo…lol… lolo? Lola? Lolu? Damn it!” he cursed silently.

“You’re back!” the girl said in a voice not befitting befitting of her stature as she then leapt onto Tulnas’ embrace with sparkling eyes.

She brushed her face against his chest before she looking up at him again.

“I was barely gone for an hour,” Tulnas said with wry smile.

“Yes but… it’s really getting chaotic in there. Can you come and calm the others down, they are pretty riled up right now,” the girl said as she gave Tulnas the puppy eyes.

The Guild leader breathed out an exhausted breath before relenting.

“What are those idiots fighting about this time?”

“Um, you might just as well come and see for yourself.”

Tulnas nodded before turning to Skullius whose eyes never left the girl’s short figure, thick clouds of confusion spinning above him.

“Let’s go inside. Watch where you step.”

The girl who was hugging Tulnas with her powerful grip finally noticed Skullius, her face turning from the cute and innocent delight it had been into that of a stern and strict cougar.

Skullius felt all the breath he was subconsciously taking in flit away from his non-existent lungs.

“Is this the man you were talking about?” the girl asked.

“Yes,” Tulnas replied, withholding a laugh from anticipating the proceedings.

The girl unravelled herself from Tulnas and sauntered up to Skullius.

She eyed him top to bottom, the Discount Human immediately suppressing his urge to rebuke this gesture which had been done to him too many times in this one day alone.

“I’m Gertreld, the Third Flower. May I know your name?”

Unexpectedly, the girl flashed a watered down version of the delighted smile she had given Tulnas and even curtsied as she greeted Skullius.

“Uh… I’m Festos Dawn,” the Discount Human replied somewhat awkwardly.

“That’s a very nice name,” Gertreld said as she squinted her eyes. “I hope we can work together well. But… there’s a detail I should stress about. One of the many rules that one has to abide by in order to live a long life in this mansion…”

Somehow Skullius started sweating as the short girl elegantly plastered her tiny hands together with the cute tilt of her head giving a false sense of innocence.

The girl’s smile suddenly widened as her squinted eyes honed in on Skullius, making him feel like everything around him had turned dark, save for the girl in front of him.

“One itsy bitsy detail,” she said in a voice that almost seemed modulated to sound like it came from a devil.

“DON’T. EVER. SAY. THE. WORD…..SHORT.”

Gulp.

With the end of her sentence the surging aura or death that had been spilling from her vanished and she turned back into a well-mannered girl that then slipped over to Tulnas and pulled him towards the door.

Skullius remained glued to the spot for a few moments before taking a step forward.

He was getting threatened before he had even done anything.

‘Right. I just have to avoid saying ‘short’ right? Piece of cake. Wait, what?’ Skullius thought as he sweated, following after the duo.

The doors to the Guild Residence were opened and a magnificent wonder was revealed.

A well kept space with a floor that shone with such expert levels of garnish showed itself, the walls having a spotless, grainy texture that gave a standard but homely feel that was to die for.

Multiple chandeliers could be seen, arranged on the ceiling which was high up as they gave dim light in the daytime.

Skullius nodded as he moved slowly, forgetting the atrocities that had happened just a few minutes before.

This place was gorgeous.

The trio walked through a hall before they reached an open space where several comfortable couches could be seen orbiting around a circular glass table.

A beautiful housemat lay underneath the table, the tapestry design fitting the colour of the expansive room.

A woman sat down on one of the seats present.

She had dark hair that reached her chin in a bob cut. Her small but sharp eyes were hidden behind a pair of spectacles that reflected the lights as well as the cup filled with a hot, dark beverage that she sipped from.

“Welcome master,” she addressed Tulnas before turning to Skullius. “Stranger…”

“Riyana. This is Festos. He is the new addition to our Guild. Please, play nice and don’t be so cutthroat with your words,” Tulnas said.

“I will try,” the woman whose name was Riyana said with an apathetic face and voice before she set her cup down on a ceramic saucer.

“I will stipulate to him the rules and mannerisms he should follow to keep from getting himself torn apart by master’s numerous lustful genital-minded intercourse mates s—”

“You could call them, lovers,” Tulnas said as he gripped the bridge of his nose, cutting off Riyana.

“Lovers. I’ll try to keep that in mind. If, Festos here doesn’t abide by them, his death will be out of my hands,” Riyana corrected herself before continuing her sentence.

‘What’s with all these threats?!’ Skullius thought as he once again got a dangerous vibe from Riyana.

“Good enough, I suppose,” Tulnas said. “Where are the others?”

“It would appea—”

BOOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Three resounding noises reverberated from the wall before, with the last explosion, the wall to the right of this space shattered, a speeding figure hurtling through the air and smashing against the wall on the other side!

…!

Thickets of dust stormed the room, because of the destruction!

“Iyaaaaaa~”

An erotic moan leaked from the other side of the room where the hurtling object had smashed into.

With a thud, it fell as the morning continued to sound, another high pitched voice blooming loudly in the room.

“Take that, you masochistic bitch!”