The Unwanted Undead Adventurer: Volume 13 [Parts 1 to 5] by Yu Okano

Author:Yu Okano
Language: eng
Format: epub

Side Story: At a Certain Castle...

The boy sitting atop the throne spoke with staccato emphasis, wearing a mild-mannered smile. “So. Do you. Have. Any. Excuses?”

The throne, jet black in color with no ornamentation, had no visible seams, as though it had been carved from a singular piece of stone. It seemed too plain for a king—a description that was also true of the expansive room. Dreary blacks and deep reds dominated the space, and not a single extravagant decoration was present.

The only exception was the boy’s hair, which was a beautiful gossamer white, its radiance akin to the sun.

However, in the boy’s eyes resided a profound darkness. The object of his observation—a single man—kneeled far below the dais which held the throne, trembling. He was clad in the smart attire of a gentleman, though his cane and top hat had been laid next to his right hand, which was pressed against the ground.

If Rentt had seen this man, he would have declared him to be the one who had attacked him in the royal capital. Rentt would’ve added that he’d been unable to even put up a fight against him.

Yet nonetheless, the man now knelt before a boy who looked many years his junior, trembling. Though he had been directly addressed, his throat refused to work, producing only quiet, choked groans instead of fully formed words.

Needless to say, this situation was unusual.

The boy atop the throne examined the state of the man before sighing lightly and softening his smile. “I’m not angry, you know. I’m just asking why you were there. Do you understand?”

And then, all of a sudden the boy was behind the man, placing his right hand on his shoulder. The man twitched in shock—he hadn’t even noticed the boy move—and his trembling intensified. Yet he did nothing else—he could do nothing else.

The boy put his left hand on the man’s other shoulder and brought his mouth close to his ear. “I’ve said it many times, haven’t I?” he whispered. “‘Don’t set foot into the Kingdom of Yaaran unless under my orders.’ I know you’re only a ‘grandchild,’ but surely even you can grasp tha.”

Realizing that he could no longer get away with remaining silent, the man answered. “Y-Yes. My ‘parent’ Yanshuf gave me instructions of that na—”

Before he could finish, the man realized that his head was flying through the air. He felt no pain—higher class undead could regulate their own physical senses. Pain in particular could be shut off completely, and since one never knew when one might be attacked, the man tended to keep his sense of pain blocked at all times.

Nevertheless, the force of the impact could still be felt even without pain. A strike potent enough to decapitate should have been detectable even before it made contact.

Yet the man had not noticed a thing until his head was already flying. His surroundings spun wildly for a moment before his severed head was caught—and it need not be said by whom There were only two people present in the room, after all.

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