Mystic Eyes of Death Perception from Zero

The battle ended without any suspense.

Pushing open the door to the deepest part of the mansion, inside sat a stunning beauty dressed in luxurious red attire, with her legs crossed and arms folded... it was none other than Priscilla Barielle.

"You were too slow Graham! How much longer did you intend to keep me waiting? There should be limits to your rudeness!" She said.

"Wow, really Princess? After all the hardships I went through to get here and save you, is this really the right thing to say?" Graham looked at her speechlessly.

She was as confident as ever, without even a trace of unease. Rather than worrying about herself or being shocked to see him, she seemed more relieved, unconditionally trusting that he was still alive and would make it here.

"Ahh Princess, this time I paid a heavy price to get here. So, does this mean I'm a step closer to my little reward?"

Graham pretended to be hurt, trying to win her sympathy while seizing the opportunity to make his request.

After all, how could one rescue a princess without getting a few scars to show for it?

"I naturally won't be stingy with rewards. By the way, where is that extremely rude zombie leader?" Priscilla raised an eyebrow, standing up from the couch, her tone heavy.

"Oh, that? Well, after going through countless hardships, I finally defeated her. But since Yae mentioned you wanted to execute her personally, I left her crippled. She's still lying over there." replied Graham.

"Hmm, good! Commendable." Priscilla smiled brightly, gracefully walking past him toward the door.

It seemed she couldn't wait to execute that fat woman.

At the same time, she was a woman of her word. If she said she would walk out with dignity, she would do just that.

After a long while, they finally reached their destination.

"Ugh... ah... ugh..."

"Hmph, what a ridiculous sight!" Beneath Priscilla's feet was Edda Rayfast, her limbs severed and joints broken, reduced to crawling and gasping for breath on the ground...

The countless limbs of the corpses she had absorbed earlier had also disappeared. She now resembled a pitiful caterpillar, her miserable state almost unbearable to witness.

Her eyes flickered with fear. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't comprehend what methods the man named Graham had used to reduce her to this state!

The parasitic creature, which had taken over a human brain and gained intelligence, now also possessed the emotion of fear!

"Although I would have liked to enjoy watching you beg for mercy on your knees just to vent my anger... seeing you in such a pitiful and wretched state, I can't bring myself to do such things."

Priscilla smiled with delight, slowly extending her hand. From the void, the hilt of a sword materialized, forming a dazzling red blade.

The air instantly grew warm and dry...

"What... did you do... How could... ugh-" Edda's voice was cut off as the ruby-red sword struck her head, engulfing her in scorching flames.

Soon, all that remained on the ground was a foul-smelling pile of charred remains...

"Uh, Princess, are you... feeling alright? Like, um..."

Graham cautiously inquired. After all this time, with Edda reappearing before him, it was hard to imagine whether something might have happened to Priscilla during that time...

If the beautiful Priscilla were to turn into a rotting zombie, it would be such a waste...

"you mean like having my perfect form turn into an unsightly zombie? How utterly tasteless." Priscilla sheathed her Sun Sword, gazing at him with an unusually calm expression.

The emotions hidden within her eyes were impossible to decipher...

She continued saying, "Don't worry. Even if some foreign entity has invaded my body, you know how to remove it, right?"

Graham's expression darkened.

"Princess... the removal method... that thing..."

Graham's face twitched as he remembered. Back in Coffleton, Priscilla had kissed a parasitized girl mouth-to-mouth, drawing out the parasitic creature...

Priscilla suddenly took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Her stunning face broke into an enchanting smile, "If you know, then what are you still standing there for? Do you want to watch me turn into an ugly zombie and spend the rest of your life lamenting your regrets?"

"Of course not princess."

Graham took a deep breath, gently cupping her face with his hands.

Then he leaned down and kissed her without hesitation.

...

Priscilla had not been parasitized of course. The moment the poisoned wine entered her mouth, it was easy to imagine her using the Yang Sword to incinerate it completely.

Thus, bringing this up was merely a way to reward Graham.

Though Priscilla would never say it out loud, she had always remembered his efforts.

If it weren't for Graham turning the tide this time, she might have truly been turned into an ugly 'zombie' by the enemy...

By the way, it was already nighttime.

So the 'Divine Protection of the Sun' was almost negligible, practically nonexistent.

Yet she had staked everything on Graham, a clear testament to the level of trust she placed in her knight...