A Korean Office Worker Who Became a Nuisance Villainess in a Zombie Story - Chapter 113

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Praha’s decision to volunteer came down to simple logic.
0. Adult. (Muffin, Pickle, Cheese, Cherry, and others disqualified.)
1. Someone capable of surviving alone on the Island. (Yusara, Yujein disqualified.)
2. Someone whose presence on the Ship wouldn’t be particularly helpful. (Cyprus disqualified.)
Among these criteria, Praha himself was the heaviest.
Praha watched the Tribute Ship’s sleek stern receding into the distance, then glanced down at his own wrists.
Solid bone—the kind capable of shattering a Mountain with bare fists. His lean frame carried not an ounce of excess, yet that didn’t mean he weighed less than one might think.
Removing Praha alone might actually shed more weight than removing two Yusaras.
‘I don’t know much about magic.’
With the weight of two adults gone at once, the Ship should have more than enough to reach the Mainland.
Praha recalled Yusara’s expression—those worried eyes fixed on him until the very end—and smiled quietly to himself.
It was dangerous, becoming an adult and enjoying this kind of attention.
‘In a little while, I’ll draw attention by breathing fire and doing acrobatics.’
Just moments ago, hadn’t he been pummeling that repulsive Lime’s backside repeatedly just to see Yusara smile?
And incidentally, interrupting her conversation with Cyprus as well.
It wasn’t Lime—it was Lime, but Praha thought of him however he pleased.
It wasn’t important anyway.
‘I hope she gets plenty of rest while I’m gone.’
Having made his wish toward the now-invisible Tribute Ship, Praha examined the boxes and furnishings carelessly scattered about the Dock.
“….”
Should I open one?
I have nothing to do for the next twelve hours anyway.
And I’m curious what’s inside.
So he opened the boxes one by one, arranged the desks and chairs neatly, sat for a while, then made his way back to the Lower Village.
He picked up a teddy bear lying on the ground and peeked into various houses.
Eventually, he entered the house where he’d stayed on the first night.
“….”
Something felt off.
Praha tilted his head.
It wasn’t his five senses—it was his sixth sense.
The sense of wrongness that he wouldn’t have noticed if he’d been with others became starkly apparent now that he was alone.
Though he couldn’t quite put his finger on what exactly it was.
He set the teddy bear on the dining table and surveyed the house.
“….”
Nothing had changed, so why did he feel this way?
His gaze suddenly fell upon the Underground Storage where he’d borrowed something from Cheese on the day he first arrived on the Island.
Shing. Praha drew his sword and kicked open the storage door with his foot.
“….”
Then he quietly closed it again.
What now?
I considered dragging the table over to press down on the Underground Storage, but the scraping sound and vibrations would likely provoke them instead.
‘…Better to leave it as is.’
It would be fine.
I was the only living person left on this Island.
Praha, moving with silent footsteps, left the house as though nothing had happened.
* * *
“Achoo!”
“My lady, you must be so cold… A-a-a-achoo!”
“Y-y-yes, it’s c-cold.”
“Don’t tease me.”
Yujein, her face flushed as she wiped her runny nose, shot me a glare—though she looked about as threatening as a wet puppy. Beside her, an actual soaking wet dog trotted along with quick little steps.
“We need to find any house and change into dry clothes immediately!”
Tangerine called out cheerfully, holding fish skewered on a blade that she’d caught for dinner.
Fortunately, we encountered Tangerine and Lime before the zombies.
They’d been fishing near the Dock.
‘My goodness, you’ve come! Welcome!’
When Tangerine spotted us and threw open both arms with such infectious cheer, I could have sworn I was on a reality show set on an Island, not a zombie Island.
“Change clothes first, then find the Crown Prince, have dinner, and head back with a quick nap…. Twelve hours will fly by!”
“You’re right. The Grand Duke will have it rough. No rest, just back and forth.”
“That’s not our concern! He should bring milk tea when he comes next time!”
“Hmph! Even if the Grand Duke brought milk tea by the bowlful, I still wouldn’t drink it!”
“Neither would I!”
“…What happened while I was gone?”
“…Nothing at all.”
I craved a bowl of chicken kalguksu.
A whole chicken boiling vigorously, with rice cakes added. Loads of leeks and garlic. A bottle of cola. After finishing it all, more kalguksu and rice porridge.
Innkeeper… could I get a bowl of broth….
“What do you want to eat, Cherry?”
“Fresh human blood.”
“That’s not funny.”
“Cut me some slack—I’m sublimating the terror of potentially becoming a zombie through humor.”
“Sniff….”
“Why are you crying, Yujein…!”
Still, having Tangerine here definitely made me feel less anxious.
Her very presence was reassuring.
“Squeak.”
“If you dart off again, I’ll just have to carry you the whole way.”
I picked up General, whose small frame meant her fur seemed to dry faster than ours.
Even as we reached the Village, there was no sign of Praha.
Only the open doors scattered throughout the houses told me he’d already passed through.
“It seems the Crown Prince went to the Upper Village!”
“Why would he do that? There are far more zombies there….”
“Maybe that’s exactly why he went! For exercise!”
“Ah, here’s the house.”
I wiped my nose on an already-discarded piece of cloth and opened the door to the house where I’d spent the first night. Glancing toward the fence where Praha and I had talked during the sleeping hours, I stepped inside.
“There are spare clothes here!”
The moment we entered, Tangerine opened the wardrobe and pulled out a comfortable-looking shirt, pants, and two dresses.
“Please wear these!”
“There are only three outfits, but what about you, Tangerine?”
“I’ll wear my pajamas!”
Tangerine held up a pair of pajama pants that the house owner had carelessly left crumpled on the bed.
Since this was a commoner’s home, there weren’t many clothes to choose from. Finding outfits that roughly fit was already fortunate.
=I wasn’t in a position to be picky, so I just put something on.
“You wear this.”
I handed the shirt and pants to Cherry, who was wearing the neck collar.
I pulled a dress over my head—something I hadn’t worn in ages. The flowing white dress reached my knees, and I wiped the remaining moisture from my limbs onto the blanket.
‘If I’m not careful, I’ll scrape my knees raw.’
“My, my clothes?”
“Find them yourself!”
Lime huffs and leaves the house, having stood there waiting for someone to hand him clothes, apparently thinking we would pack his clothes for him too.
“Wow, I feel alive again after changing clothes.”
“I, I do too.”
Only then did I have the leisure to look around the house.
In just two days, there couldn’t possibly be major changes… and yet there were.
“Ah, that doll…!”
“It’s Muffin’s, isn’t it?”
The teddy bear that Muffin had dropped during our frantic movement earlier was sitting on the dining table.
The doll couldn’t have walked into the house on its own legs.
“It seems the Crown Prince must have passed through here!”
“But why would he leave the doll here instead of taking it with him?”
“Perhaps he left it here temporarily, intending to return…?”
“So if we wait here, we can reunite with the Crown Prince?”
“Just to be safe, I think it’s best we wait!”
“I, I think the Crown Prince will be surprised when he sees us. He’ll wonder why we came back.”
“Should we hide and give him a surprise then!”
Tangerine giggled and pulled out one of the dining chairs. Saying she’d gather firewood to grill fish, she took the chair and a knife outside.
Just then, Lime returned from the neighboring house, having changed into fresh clothes, and spotted the doll.
“Ah, that!”
Lime approached and snatched the doll right from Cherry’s hands. Cherry frowned at the rough gesture.
Regardless, Lime shook the doll and giggled with delight.
“I’ve been meaning to get rid of this thing anyway. Perfect timing.”
“Why? What is it?”
I asked, thinking I should return whatever it was to Muffin, its owner, even though I had no idea what it was.
At my question, Lime lifted his head with an expression that said ‘what’s it to you?’, but then he caught sight of Tangerine outside wielding a knife with a fish stuck on it, and let out a small cough.
“Muffin—that girl’s parents are among the five richest in our Village, you know. Didn’t you notice? The way Muffin’s clothes have that lustrous sheen to them.”
“…And?”
“So her parents always gave her plenty of emergency money in case she wanted to buy something when they weren’t around.”
Lime bragged about how he’d borrowed spare change from Muffin whenever he ran short on cigarette money.
‘A thirty-one-year-old extorting money from a nine-year-old….’
“What does that have to do with that bear doll?”
“Honestly! Where else would that little brat hide her money? Right here….”
Lime’s long-nailed hand plunged into the clothes the doll was wearing. His expression twisted as he rummaged through the doll’s belly like a zombie.
“…It’s not here?”
Cherry, watching the spectacle from beside him, spoke with a mocking laugh.
“The money’s not there. I saw Muffin take it earlier.”
“What? Hey, you should’ve told me that from the start!”
“Why should I tell you? It’s Muffin’s money. She was just taking what’s hers.”
“Ugh….”
“Just pay back the money you’ve borrowed from Muffin.”
“Ughhhh!”
Lime tore the doll’s head from its body with his hands and hurled it roughly to the ground.
‘Oh~ such violent behavior.’
Of course, it wasn’t threatening in the slightest.
I watched without much concern.
Thud.
A single coin fell from the bear doll’s head as it rolled across the floor.
Clink, clink.
The coin rolled with a sound and wedged itself in the gap beneath the Underground Storage door.
[Back to the Island]
– Yusara, Yujein, Tangerine, General, Lime (Alive)
– Cherry (???)

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