The undead can also be divided into two categories, ordinary undead with a body and ghosts without a body.

Except for the souls of great strength in life, the ghosts of ordinary people, although terrifying, are not much of a threat, they are only fragments left in the world because of a strong will - except for the banshees, most of them belong to the 'ordinary' category in their lifetimes, but they suffer unimaginable pain in special rituals, and are slowly tortured to death...... Then, they will be able to gain great power in the body of their souls that remain in the world.

Even after death, they will be tormented forever by the unparalleled pain...... Loria, who learned about the birth of the banshees, understood why their voices were always hysterically high-pitched.

"It's only when I'm spinning in circles that I'm a little bit more comfortable. ”

After Loria extended an invitation to the poor human banshee, she was not polite at all, and did come to talk to Lolith often.

At the moment, she was floating in Loria's little dark room and kept spinning in circles, shaking Miss Pink-Haired to the point of dizziness.

After hearing those tragic stories about the banshees...... Loria held her head and forced herself not to notice the spinning Lilith...... I can't even open my mouth to stop her spinning!

"Where did we just go? By the way, why don't you become a banshee too, I think we'll be good friends. After thinking about it, Lilith added, "Then we will no longer be enemies, and we will no longer need war." ”

What a lovely and simple wish, Loria was touched...... Strangely, she refused: "Thank you for your kindness, I don't want to die yet." ”

"How can this be ......" Lilith floated to Loria's side and looked at her aggrievedly, like a coquette: "Die, die, die." ”

Loria twitched the corners of her mouth, and it sounded like she was scolding her no matter how she sounded.

"I don't want to die yet, it's my ** will. ”

Faced with Lilith, who was pestering herself to die, Loria had no choice but to move out of the forbidden sentence...... Since being freed from the slavery of the King of Meow, the Forsaken have been intrigued by the values - you can break my body and destroy my soul, but you can never control my free mind.

When free will is involved, the Forsaken suddenly become more rigorous, and most of the time, the pain of the past prevents them from imposing the evil deeds of the Scourge on others.

The same is true for Loria, who restrict her freedom but never force her to call Sylvanas 'Her Majesty the Great Queen'.

In the eyes of the Forsaken, dismembering humans is a trivial matter, but brainwashing them is a despicable and shameless act...... Lilith stopped talking, and she spun around Loria with a grim expression.

"Besides......" Loria sighed and comforted the banshee, "Isn't the technique of creating banshees and necromancers only mastered by natural disasters?"

So you'd better give up...... It occurred to Loria that becoming a 'special version of the human' was probably the limit of what she could accept—even if she had to bite from time to time, she would still see herself as a human.

Lilith, who had no way to refute Loria, had to start angry, deliberately snorting a few times and then drifting away.

"Every time, I make it look like I'm breaking up with you, and it won't be long before I come to the door with a cheeky face...... Stupid undead. ”

After making sure that the banshee was gone, Alice slipped out of the strange objects that Loria had picked up and piled up on the ground, grumbling and running up and down towards Loria, who had to hide in the rubbish for hours every time she visited.

The slightly cute complaints of the super mini Alice tickle Loria and make her want to move - according to incomplete statistics, the little things that move around are always effective in attracting the attention of bear children and cats, and the cute ones always incite some girls to reveal their personality problems.

Tsk, it's so cute, you have to love it...... Thinking so, Loria jumped up from the bed, grabbed Alice, and threw her up.

"Throw high high~"

Alice screamed.

"Thumbelina loves pastry...... A small grain!"

Alice continued to scream.

"One love grain cake every night, regulate menstruation and relieve pain, nourish qi and nourish blood......"

Alice loves the whole thing.

……

Finally stayed up until it was time for Loria to sleep, and she loved the grain...... Alice climbed the mountain of pillows stuffed with inferior filling, climbed hand and foot, and got closer to Loria with a shallow foot, burrowed into her hair scattered on the pillow, adjusted to a comfortable position, and pulled a strand of pink hair over herself...... In order to avoid being 'loved' by Loria, she made up her mind: she must eat and sleep more and grow up quickly.

As for how to escape from the base camp of the undead, that is a matter for Loria to consider.

Closing her eyes, Alice thought about what she had seen quietly hanging from Loria's pocket—the sight of the huge ginger cat staring at her, how terrible it was...... Alice clutched Loria's hair, worried that the cat who had found herself had fallen from the sky, grabbed her, and gradually fell asleep.

In the dream, Alice, who had grown up again, proudly carried Loria in one hand, laughed loudly at her as 'Lolia', walked and walked, but suddenly fell into the sea, Alice, who didn't like water very much, swam towards the shore, but was blown farther and farther away by the wind, and even the water, which was warm at first, gradually became cold and biting.

When she woke up, Alice sat up suddenly, and she turned her head to look for Loria, only to find her pink-haired friend turned over and facing away from her...... No wonder she would wake up from the cold, Alice, who had left Loria's hair, was a little cold, and she suddenly realized that she was wet underneath.

Frightened, Alice bounced off the pillow and ran towards it with a look of fear on her face...... The pillow was wet and cold.

Urine...... Bedwetting!

Alice screamed loudly, but covered her mouth with her hands in time, she quickly looked at Loria, and was slightly relieved to find that the other party was still asleep, but at the thought that in the future she might be called 'the ancient god who wets the bed', Alice whined and choked.

Something had to be done!

Alice first thought of killing people, and after staring at Loria for a while, she gave up on this plan...... Let's destroy the evidence.

Thinking like this, Alice rolled off the pillow and tried to pull the thin sheet on Loria's body to wipe the crime scene, but she dragged it for a long time, and the sheet did not move at all, so she went to look for something else...... Each one was too big for Alice to move.

Frustrated, she climbed back into the pillow, and Alice walked around to Loria's face, stood silent for a moment, and then leaned in and kissed her.

Goodbye, dear friend, may my last blessing be with you forever.

Climbing down the steep edge of the bed with the sheets, over the large four-square-meter room, and before the towering broken wooden door, Alice glanced back at Loria in the distance and leaned through the crack.

……

Hum chirp chirp.

Reluctantly, Loria sat up from the bed, wiping the corners of her mouth, wondering when her drooling would get better.

Calling Alice several times to no avail, Loria jumped up from her bed and rummaged around—she was worried that she would crush Alice to death when she rolled over.

"Alice?"

Loria called and searched for ...... Soon I found a pouting ...... by the door Buttocks...... Buttocks...... Anyway, she found an indecent, fat half-cut Alice by the door, she carefully took Alice out and asked strangely.

"Why are you stuck here?"

Alice, whose eyes were empty and weeping silently, didn't answer, it didn't matter what happened - whether it was the old god who 'wetted the bed' or the old god who was stuck in the crack of the door.