A Korean Office Worker Who Became a Nuisance Villainess in a Zombie Story - Chapter 117

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Of course.
No one would have worried anyway.
But if I’m being honest.
There was no moment where Praha was startled by Lime charging at him from behind, no sign of carelessness or stumbling—nothing of the sort.
With a single fluid twist of his body, Praha evaded Lime and watched with an expressionless face as Lime rushed past him toward the bow.
“Ah…!”
“Ahhhhh…!”
It was we below who were truly in chaos watching this spectacle.
“Nooooo…!”
Unable to stop due to his running momentum, Lime flailed desperately at the edge of the Cliff. He thrashed about, desperately trying not to fall. Just as Lime’s body was half-suspended in the air, Praha caught him from behind.
Then he simply threw him.
Lime, who nearly plummeted into the Sea, barely managed to tumble into the Ship.
Crash!
“Kyaaah!”
“Ugh…”
…It wasn’t a graceful landing, but at least he didn’t fall into the Sea, so that counts as success, right?
Lime rolled across the Ship’s deck and lay on the ground groaning. Tangerine approached him and checked whether he was infected.
“He’s perfectly fine!”
Cyprus, who had been resting his chin on my head while watching the scene unfold, whispered softly.
“Wow, that must hurt. Throwing a person around like that—so cruel and terrifying. How violent.”
“Could you let me go?”
I extracted myself from Cyprus’s embrace, which had been holding me this whole time.
The warmth that had enveloped my entire body like a blanket vanished, leaving me cold. I wrapped my arms around myself and searched for my clothes.
“Where are my clothes?”
“Ah. Your clothes.”
The desperate expression I’d seen on Cyprus’s face when we parted the day before was nowhere to be found.
Cyprus, wearing his usual gentle smile, looked me up and down—me in nothing but a thin summer dress.
Naturally, the conversation we’d had before parting came to mind, and I felt tense.
‘Is he going to say something strange again?’
I watched him warily.
“Why is your dress like that?”
“…My dress?”
“It’s thin, short… it looks like the fabric was severely economized. Did the owner not have money?”
“…Don’t most men usually praise how pretty such dresses are and can’t help themselves?”
There are plenty of guys who pressure their girlfriends to wear short skirts even in the dead of winter over a coat. I’ve heard the garbage at the company talk about it while smoking, and it’s ridiculous.
“I’m not an ordinary man—I’m a handsome man.”
“What are you talking about….”
“Just wear mine. It’ll be warmer than the Grand Duke’s wife’s clothes.”
Cyprus retrieved his bag from the corner and handed it to me. I accepted it without hesitation.
‘Now that I think about it, I don’t have any clothes.’
At most I had two or three sets of clothes, and I’d already discarded one that got soaked. The rest needed washing. Yujein and Tangerine were probably in the same predicament.
“Can I wear anything?”
“You’re welcome to wear whatever is available.”
“Okay.”
I quickly gestured to Yujein, Tangerine, and Cherry. The four of us huddled together and peered into the bag. Tangerine, still in her nightclothes, let out a sharp gasp.
“Is this all clothing, Your Highness?!”
“A gentleman must maintain a flawless appearance at all times and in all places.”
Cyprus boasted that even with disheveled hair and dust on one’s face, one should manage oneself so meticulously that such imperfections appear to be part of one’s grooming.
“Isn’t that the duty of the imperial family to the people of the Empire who love me?”
“I suppose so….”
How tedious.
“How many shirts does he actually have…?”
Pale pink carefully selected to complement Cyprus’s eye color, matte black, a purple shirt that made one wonder if it could even be worn, a purple tie, purple decorative lace, a purple handkerchief….
He certainly wore purple frequently.
Praha, who had jumped onto the ship at some point, approached us. He glanced over the women and selected several sets of clothes.
“These should be the warmest.”
The smaller ones went to Yujein and Cherry, while the larger ones came to Tangerine and me.
“Thank you.”
Noticing me shivering from my exposed bare legs, Praha wrapped one of Cyprus’s shirts around them.
Cyprus, who had resumed moving the ship, glanced back at Praha and asked.
“Does it bother you? Dressing her in my clothes?”
“Warmth comes first.”
“Ah. A man whose reason triumphs over emotion.”
“If I kill you now, your clothes become ownerless. Should I try?”
“If I die, who will sail the ship?”
“Why do you two keep fighting….”
“Sister!”
As I formally tried to stop the bickering Cyprus and Praha, Muffin came running over. Cheese and Pickle followed, carrying cups of milk tea. I accepted a cup with steam rising from it.
There hadn’t been time, yet somehow they’d managed to prepare this.
“Woof!”
“No. Dogs don’t drink milk tea.”
I pushed General away—who by now had become so filthy that there was nothing left to do about it—and settled into a corner.
“Please have some of this too!”
“Oh, bread? Thank you.”
“There’s plenty!”
Warm milk tea and bread with jam spread on one side were distributed to everyone.
Sitting on the swaying ship, eating strawberry jam bread and drinking milk tea….
“This is nice….”
It feels like Dunkirk….
“But why did you bring the children along, Your Highness?”
“Ah, that.”
Cyprus offered an awkward smile at Tangerine’s question.
“The Village… they wouldn’t take children.”
“I see.”
I’d momentarily forgotten how inhospitable the Village’s people were.
Cyprus took an elegant sip of milk tea before adding brightly,
“So I just stole the Ship instead. They wouldn’t even lend it to us.”
“You stole it?”
“Yes. Since I was stealing anyway, I took the biggest and best one. Can you hear it? The sound of the propulsion mechanism running? It rotates dozens of times per second, allowing the Ship to move at high speed.”
“Well done, sir!”
“Oh, that reminds me!”
“What is it, Miss Yujein?”
“Grand Duke! You’re being absolutely unreasonable!”
“…Pardon?”
“You’re the enemy of knitting!”
“…Me?”
Yujein suddenly erupted, apparently recalling the scarf incident I’d mentioned yesterday. Cyprus looked bewildered, unable to understand.
“I hope you stay cold your whole life!”
“Wow, how peaceful.”
“How is this peaceful, Lady Tangerine…!”
“I quite like it.”
“Even you, Praha…?”
I let the bickering voices of the group fade into the background as I gazed at the receding Island.
The zombies still trapped within. The families of the children now aboard our Ship.
The children’s expressions as they departed, leaving their zombie-fied families behind, weren’t entirely carefree, yet they remained bright.
‘It must be because they’re not alone.’
They’d survived together with their friends.
‘Once we reach a safe place, there will be no shortage of things to sort out.’
I exhaled a long breath, stretching my legs. My gaze swept around before landing on Lime, huddled in the corner and sniffling.
Whatever he’d endured since being separated, he looked absolutely wretched. Yet somehow he’d survived without infection.
“You survived thanks to Yusara, didn’t you?”
Tangerine whispered, having decided after yesterday’s conversation in the Cave to address me by name. I nodded.
“Yes. I believe it was because of my magic.”
Flee!
I’d cast the spell unconsciously, yet it proved remarkably effective.
‘I should test the limits of my magic later.’
Yet despite surviving, Lime didn’t appear happy.
He wasn’t searching for clean clothes or food, nor did he attempt to treat his wounds—he simply sniffled.
However, no one paid attention to Lime.
‘There’s no helping it.’
Regardless of what Lime did on the Island, we all remember how he tried to throw the children overboard yesterday.
In fact, the children were already starting to avoid him.
‘And after he made a fuss over picking up a single coin and nearly got Yujein bitten, he hasn’t apologized once.’
When you add it all up, Lime should be grateful just to be aboard this ship.
But Lime didn’t seem to see it that way—his expression was thick with resentment. He showed no sign of reflecting on his own actions, only appearing wronged and pitiful.
‘We are not your parents.’
And no one was there to comfort or console him about it.
I ignored him and turned to Cherry instead.
“Cherry, how are your injuries? Are you alright?”
“Yes. I think I’m fine. Except for the whole becoming a zombie thing.”
“Still, you must be feeling more reassured, right? More than twelve hours have passed and nothing’s changed.”
“No, don’t say that. What if I change? Don’t give me false hope.”
I leaned in and whispered to Cherry.
“You know your sister is a mage, right? Well, her magic doesn’t work on zombies. So if you were infected, the magic wouldn’t have taken effect on you either. So shouldn’t you be able to relax?”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“…Still, I want to wear a turtleneck for at least a month. I’ll stay home until a cure is developed. That’s the only way I’ll feel safe.”
“Self-quarantine, huh? You’re quite the conscientious citizen.”
I gently brushed the dirt from Cherry’s disheveled hair.
That’s when Lime, who had been trembling violently, exploded.
“Why…!”
Lime let out a pitiful wail and cried out.
“Why does everyone hate only me!”
“Pfft…!”
At that desperate cry, Cyprus spat out the milk tea he was drinking.
Oh no, laughing so openly like that—what should I do….
[On the Sea]
– Yusara, Praha, Cyprus, Yujein, Tangerine, Cherry, General, Muffin, Pickle, Cheese (Alive)

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