Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!

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Baldur and Balladur were twin dwarves that were pretty old but incredible experienced, these two were blessed by the goddess of earth and the god of blacksmiths, and the two had an amazing talent at both crafting, constructing, designing, and more. It could be said they were like gods about these things, there wasn’t anybody you’ll ever met in your life that would surpass them in what they know the best… However, because of this, they’re also incredibly prideful and annoying over their knowledge and incredible mastery over all these things, and their pride is so big that they rather receive torture than obeying some random aristocrat to work as their slaves.

This caused them to end up filled with all sorts of scars over their bodies, which only makes them look even more scary and intimidating. The only way they would agree to work for me is if I brought them beer, and well, here’s your damn beer.

The dwarves began to drink the beer happily after I brought the large barrels, the duo began to drink each beer, drinking a whole glass before going for the other beer, like this, not only the duo but also Darfu that joined the duo continued drinking more and more alcohol, until they reached the last barrel and then, all the dwarves sat down over the floor in silence.

“Not bad, but there wasn’t anything impressive there.” Said Baldur.

“Yeah, it wasn’t that good either… It was okay but it can always be better.” Said Balladur.

“The best beer was still okay at best, there are way better beers out there.” Said Baldur.

“I agree…” Sighed Balladur.

“Come on you two, be more grateful…” Sighed Darfu. “I enjoyed all of them, been a while since I had some good beer.”

“Ugh, so you guys won’t help even after all this hard work I put into you two? I feel like I am being too much of a simp with these good for nothing dwarves! Maybe I should really just kill you and eat your souls, I am fucking tired!” I cried, looking angrily at the two dwarves, my very presence began to embrace them in darkness, they began to sweat coldly, but they seemed to look at me with confidence.

“We never said we wouldn’t help!” Said Baldur.

“Yeah we are just criticizing the beer, but we’ll help, you already did your part of the deal.” Said Balladur.

“Eh?”

I stood there looking at the two idiots for a big while, I couldn’t believe what I heard, they actually were okay with it? Then being so annoying and all, was that just their play? A game? Or maybe they’re just like that? Well, this is good, it means I won’t have to convert them into zombie dwarves and force them to work… Wow, thinking those things so leisurely, maybe I am really a villain archetype rather than the heroine I believe I am (not really).

“C-Calm down, Lady Maria, please don’t do something reckless! They agreed! They agreed!” Said Darfu, stopping me before I were to do something very bad…

“Oh, okay then, good.” I said nodding nervously before realizing that I was being a tad bit too extreme there, thankfully the guys agreed in the last moment, I think I was losing my patience. There is a limit of how much I can pretend to be a civilized person before my insanity takes over and I end up doing whatever I want… Which is not always a good thing.

“The beer pleased us anyways, we are just very critical about everything, sorry about that.” Said Baldur.

“It is hard to not be like that when we are some grumpy old men, sorry, ghost lass, don’t get so angry with our old bones…” Sighed Balladur. “You don’t have to worry, we’ll soon be embraced by Hel naturally anyways, although it would be nice to go the Valhalla in a big battle instead.”

“Yeah, yeah, anyways, I wouldn’t mind dying surrounded by old friends, so before kicking the bucket we are going back to the dwarf Nation.” Said Baldur.

“Oh yeah! We can do that after helping the missy.” Said Balladur.

“About time we get to work, I was getting bored already reading this old book about how to cook bats and other critters that Majin eat.” Saia Baldur.

“Yeah, I was reading a weird romance book, I think it was making me feel weird, anyways, time to hit the nail.” Said Balladur.

The two Dwarves began to stretch around and then they gave me their thumbs up.

“Alright! Tell us what to do.” They said at the same time.

“Ooh! Finally!” Said Partner. “You’re finally being more serviceable, you pair of useless bags of blood!”

“The Vampire lad is scary, eh?” Said Baldur.

“Yeah, just ignore her.” Said Balladur.

“Don’t ignore me!” Cried Partner.

“A-Anyways, Darfu, I am leaving the two on your care, just explain them what you’ve been doing, I’m sure they’ll be kick to catch up with what plans we got.” I said.

“Ooh! Alright then, you two come with me, we are doing just that.” Said Darfu.

The trio of dwarves quickly walked outside the room, but the twins came back out of nowhere.

“Keep the barrels inside, yes?” Said Baldur.

“Part of the deal!” Said Balladur.

“Sure, you can keep the beer, I don’t care, we got wine.” I said.

“Wow, imagine liking wine.” Laughed Baldur.

“It is incredible how that piss is so popular.” Laughed Balladur.

The two annoying dwarves walked away with Darfu, and finally left us in peace. I sat down over one of the beds and sighed in relief.

“Phew… Now I just want to cuddle here and sleep forever.” I sighed.

“I agree, we should go to rest and relax for now.” Said Lucifer. “I could give your soul some massages, I name it soul therapy.”

“Eh?! H-hey! What do you think you’re doing?! S-Stop! Uwaaaahh!”

And then, Lucifer began to do something to my soul.

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