The Villainess and I, her Zombie

"DIEEEEE!"

Instead of stopping all fighting as Cranberry thought it would do, the only thing that Arion's howl achieved was to get a whole bunch of crazed-up werewolves to charge at him.

"No! Stop!"

Shockingly enough it was the red-haired girl who threw herself in front of the black wolf instead of using a spell to chase off the frenzy monsters...

"AAAGHH..!"

...and got bitten in the shoulder, dangerously close to her neck.

"DON'T YOU EVEN DARE!"

But when the beast that got her first tried to rip out a huge chunk of her flesh, the brown-haired girl dashed from behind and sliced at the werewolf's eyes with her glowing hand, causing them to erupt in a violent bloody mess – which forced the beast to release the already deeply wounded girl.

Still, getting rid of just one opponent wasn't nearly enough as their place was instantly taken by four more.

"And you! Wolf or a cursed pervert who didn't even mention that he was human – help us get Cranberry to safety!"

She growled at her familiar while dodging and hitting back the attacking monsters simultaneously – if she had time to spare to glare furiously at the black wolf, she would definitely do that – but with how things were at the moment... well...

...if not for the fact that although werewolves attacked in a group they were completely uncoordinated and interrupted each other to the extent that two started straight up trying to kill each other, someone at Mary's level should not be able to get away with the reckless fighting style she was using.

"R-raor...!"

Arion growled and grabbed the red-haired girl - who slumped down, biting her lips and clenching the bleeding shoulder very much in pain – by the scruff of her clothes and started pulling her away.

"URGH...!"

Mary groaned in pain when the werewolf's claws finally did connect and ripped open her forearm gnashing against the white bone that should definitely not be seen clearly like that.

"Raor!"

"SHUT UP! GET HER AWAY! MEND! AAAARRRGGGHHH...!"

The black wolf dropped the wounded girl and barked in terror but the brown-haired girl shouted at him and used the only healing skill that she knew to forcibly heal herself – causing herself more pain than she felt when she received the wound and focused back on the fight, but then...

"MARY! DUCK!"

The only other member of their little group shouted while bursting out of the storage shed that he entered in search of a weapon she was lacking.

"!!!!!"

*SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIING*

Mary needed one glance to become pale as a ghost and basically threw herself flat on the grass just in a tie for the shining pure gold blur sliced through the air with ease, bisecting the four werewolves as if they were made out of jello – and even catching the one blinded by the brown-haired girl and leaving a deep horizontal cut right below their chest.

"Wh-what the hell?! My prince – I thought that you didn't have a weapon on you?!"

Mary gasped, rising up from the ground, staring in confusion at the blond prince wielding an enormous golden sword with a blade both long and wide enough to allow him to completely hide behind it.

"I didn't, this thing was just lying right next to some dusty training swords!"

Roan lowered the huge piece of gold – that upon closer inspection had a honeycomb-shaped grid of heliodor running all the way through the weapon as well as making the crucial part of the blade's edge.

"She seems to be too out of it to use her healing spells, you need to take care of her – I'll stop them from approaching!"

The blond prince hyped up by the insane stroke of luck after fiding an insane weapon in just a mere storage shed at the back of the Prides mansion raised the giant sword back up, taking a stance as his body shone with white light.

"They are barely larger than me but because of their numbers, the giant slayer still managed to activate!"

He added with a smile, reassuring the hesitant girl.

"...I think..."

He murmured under his breath, sounding a lot less confident.

Though the odd convenience of the amazing weapon being in just the right place at just the right time was not able to occupy the minds of the two people and the wolf, as the very next moment a blood churning howl tore them right back from the cozy land of optimism and threw them back into their morbid reality.

"BLOOD OF THE PRIDES! GET IT! KILL! KIIIIIIIIIIIIIL"

One of the werewolves suddenly screamed out shaking his head...

...as the pulsating sigil gurning itself into his forehead must have caused him quite a lot of pain...

"The sigil monster?! Bu-but...! Members of the house of gluttony aren't actual monsters – their transformation is a skill!"

Roan gasped, backing off a step in shock – but his question got lost in the stampede of the werewolves that listened to the one with the sigil.

And that one did not stay in place either – with an explosion of black and red smoke he suddenly grew larger – but not by a lot – if compared to the Sapotle enlarging himself with skill, this one was much slimmer and oddly lanky – his face no longer looked very much wolf-like and turned into an elongated, almost crocodile-like maw.

The sigil werewolf was much faster than the normal ones and passed them even though they had a headstart over him...

...but if his speed was the only problem, it wouldn't be as bad...

*WHOOOOSH*

The thing was that the red and black smoke released by sigil werewolf created a semi-transparent dome that enclosed part of the shed together with the wounded Cranberry, Arion, Mary, and Roan, as well as most of the werewolves – while pushing aside the servants of the Pride family, lord Blackberry, and even Sapotle – but for whatever reason, the barrier enveloped a part of the Prides mansion too...

"KILL THE PRIDES! KILL THE PRINCE! KILL THE OTHER GIRL TOO! KILL THEM...! KILL THEM ALL! DO NOT LET THE GLOBAL EVENT BEGIN – WE'LL WAKE THE ETERNAL!"

The sigil werewolf howled, and the red and black smoke that he was releasing sipped into the mouths, nostrils, and ears of the already obedient werewolves – and made them all grow in size – some of them even turned silvery-white while the others turned onto just massive, angrier versions of themselves – and the originally fast charge tuned into a lightning-fast race to the shocked youths.

"...damn it... why did I use my one stroke of luck on finding a weapon instead of getting away from this mess...!"

Roan gritted his teeth and complained as he winded up the giant golden blade to intercept the empowered crazy werewolves.