A Korean Office Worker Who Became a Nuisance Villainess in a Zombie Story - Chapter 16

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“How do you start fires here?”
I spoke to the people staring at me with bewildered expressions.
“Since we can kill them by smashing their skulls, burning them to death should be possible too.”
“You mean to set corpses on fire?”
“Yes. There aren’t just one or two corpses wandering outside, and I can’t slit every single one’s throat. If I could make something like a Molotov cocktail and throw it, it would be helpful.”
This is the Kitchen, so there should naturally be fire-starting tools here. There’s plenty of glass bottles and alcohol.
“Who would make these Molotov cocktails?”
“Me.”
I raised my hand calmly, and the people fell silent.
The Crown Prince, blinking his eyes, asked.
“You know how to make Molotov cocktails?”
“Yes.”
“If I may ask, how…?”
“It’s basic knowledge for an ambitious noblewoman.”
I saw it in a movie.
“This is really strange…”
Ignoring the Grand Duke snickering beside me, I continued.
“Throwing Molotov cocktails doesn’t require sword skills. Wouldn’t it be good to give one to each person without weapons?”
After experiencing that chaos just now, I knew it wouldn’t work otherwise. Everyone needs to have something.
“…That’s a reasonable point. And since the lady says she knows how to make them.”
The Crown Prince nodded and turned his body.
He walked forward confidently, then stopped.
“Isn’t the Kitchen always… already on fire?”
“…”
“Are there separate tools for starting fires?”
…And so we have the Crown Prince, entering a kitchen for the first time in his life.
“You were boasting about preparing ritual food without even knowing how to light a fire, Your Highness?”
Ritual food is demanding work.
As I stared at him while saying this, the tips of Praha’s ears turned red.
“Praha, your ears are red. How cute.”
The Grand Duke beside me seemed equally unable to light a fire.
‘These noble people.’
But I don’t know either.
In a kitchen, you start fires with induction or a gas range, right?
Surprisingly, it was Mascarpone who provided the answer.
“I know!”
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Mascarpone approached the hearth with quick little steps and dusted off her hands.
While trying my best not to look at the cast iron pot with something boiling inside, I picked up something leaning against the wall.
It was a silvery object about a meter long, shaped like an elongated window.
“It’s a magic spear. When you aim and make a throwing motion, flames shoot out.”
“I see.”
I tested it by making a downward thrusting motion toward the fireplace.
A sharp crack. Flames erupted.
“Ah.”
At the same moment, my body swayed.
Mascarpone smirked as she watched me nearly collapse.
“Not everyone can use it. It drains stamina heavily. And it needs time to recharge the magical energy.”
You should have mentioned that earlier!
“How long does it take to recharge?”
“Assuming it’s fully charged, you can fire about ten shots, and each shot takes about thirty minutes to recharge.”
“What if someone with low stamina uses it?”
“At first, like you just now, they’ll just feel dizzy for a moment. But from the second or third shot, they’ll start bleeding from the nose or lose consciousness.”
“How do I know how many shots are left?”
“I don’t know. Just keep count carefully as you use it.”
Great.
How am I supposed to carry this around when I don’t know how much battery is left?
‘No. Think positive. It’s better than flint, at least.’
It’s not the lighter or torch I’d imagined, but it looks far more impressive. I won’t be able to make Molotov cocktails with it, though.
‘Anyone capable of using this must have excellent stamina.’
I turned the spear over in my hand, hesitated briefly, then handed it to the Crown Prince. His eyebrows rose in surprise as he took it.
“You’re giving this to me?”
“Yes. The Grand Duke seems like he’d cause trouble with it.”
I can already picture him grinning wickedly, smashing zombie heads with the spear, then breaking it.
But I couldn’t dump another task on the poor regular employee Dazling either.
The spear, which had grown lukewarm in my hand, passed to the Crown Prince. He wrapped his large hand around the part I’d been holding and laughed softly.
“I’ll use it well.”
“It’s not mine anyway.”
Thud. Thud. Thud.
“I think we can leave now,” Dazling said, peering out the door.
The thuds echoing from underground now sounded like thunder.
The Crown Prince glanced at the Portal door, which seemed to be trembling—or perhaps it was just my imagination—and lifted the still-bubbling iron cauldron onto the doorframe with one hand.
‘He’s lifting that with one hand.’
I’d made the right choice giving him the spear.
The Crown Prince explained.
“The Main Portal we came through is located beyond the Garden, completely outside the Villa. There’s the Huntsman’s Cabin next to the Garden entrance. We just need to walk a bit after exiting through this door. Let’s aim to reach there first.”
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Garden
Huntsman’s Cabin/Garden Entrance
*Current Location (Villa)
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“The problem is.”
There’s another problem?
“We have no way of knowing how many moving corpses are lurking inside the Garden.”
At those words, I scrambled to recall the novel’s contents I’d read before.
But nothing came to mind.
‘If I’d known this would be a life-or-death exam, I would’ve studied harder…’
“The Garden offers few places to hide and its layout is quite complex.”
The Crown Prince, pausing mid-sentence, confirmed everyone’s attention was on him before continuing.
“Moving together as we have been will be difficult. If we get surrounded by corpses or someone panics and bolts, it could be disastrous.”
“That’s true, especially in that Garden…”
“Getting separated there would be catastrophic.”
“You’d be dead for sure.”
The others chimed in one by one, clearly in agreement.
‘What does this Garden even look like?’
As someone who only knew gardens from elevator lobbies, I found myself bewildered.
In any case, we couldn’t go together.
“So what do we do?”
“First, we’ll all go to the Huntsman’s Cabin and hide there. Cyprus and I will clear the Garden and return.”
After the brief meeting, we reformed our formation.
‘I thought it would be over once we reached the Kitchen. Starting all over again?’
Like clocking back in after clocking out.
Still, the others didn’t despair like before.
Perhaps because they’d seen me handle corpses with just a shield.
If he can do it, why can’t I? That must be what they’re thinking.
“Miss Yujein, please put these on.”
“Oh, shoes?”
“Yes. We took them from that… corpse with severed legs earlier. I know it’s unpleasant, but.”
“Not at all. The Grand Duke is wearing them too. Thank you, Dazling.”
Even after taking abuse, the Troublemaker positioned himself at the safest spot, flanking the women on all sides—a sight that made the Crown Prince glance at him before opening the side door.
Creak.
The moment it opened, cold night air slapped against my face.
Wooden barrels were scattered along the narrow alley, reminiscent of a restaurant district’s back street, and across from us lay a path descending underground.
The night sky was gentle, yet the air touching my skin felt cruel—a strange contradiction.
“Kiiieeeek…”
A zombie’s roar echoed from somewhere unknown.
Someone gripped my sleeve tightly—Supporting Character 2.
I left him alone since he didn’t even realize he’d caught it.
“Ah, over there….”
“Shh.”
The moment we turned the corner, there it was—the cabin.
It was called a cabin, but it was quite beautiful, and six zombies were prowling in front of its door.
“Please wait here for a moment.”
The Crown Prince spoke softly and leaned his back against the wall with Dazling. The Grand Duke remained with us.
The Crown Prince stared at them for a moment, then gestured. I didn’t understand it, but the Grand Duke and Dazling nodded.
I was curious, but I thought—what good would it do me to know?—so I stayed still. The Grand Duke, whose eyes met mine, lowered his head.
“It seems there are corpses inside the cabin as well.”
“So what do we do…?”
Dealing with six zombies plus extras wouldn’t be difficult, but we had to do it silently.
There were eight of us, so should we all rush in together and take down one each?
With that resolve, I looked up at the Grand Duke, and his green eyes curved with amusement.
“With your fists clenched like that, you look like a warrior, my lady.”
“Don’t talk nonsense. Do we need to step in?”
“Not at all. Praha isn’t called a war hero for nothing.”
Simultaneously, the Crown Prince and Dazling burst forward.
And then I understood.
I’d worried for nothing.
The Crown Prince approached silently behind the wandering zombie, grabbed its hair, and slit its throat from behind.
Holding the severed neck in his hand, he kicked the body to topple another zombie, then scraped the blade across the throat of the zombie sprawled on the ground.
“…!”
The zombie that turned at the sound was handled by Dazling.
By the time Dazling wielded his blade like a wave, severing three zombies’ necks in one motion, the Crown Prince had already opened the cabin door and driven his blade into the forehead of the zombie standing behind it.
Another zombie that burst out was the Grand Duke’s target.
Even as the Grand Duke’s thrown blade flew past his face, the Crown Prince remained composed.
“Ugh….”
Everything happened so fast that the movements were barely visible.
‘That action was insane.’
The Grand Duke winked at me as I stood there with my mouth agape.
“By the way, I’m also a war hero. You must have already guessed that.”
‘Damn it. That smug remark just cost him half his points.’
“Shall we go?”
As we approached, the Crown Prince pulled out his blade and wiped the blood on it against the fallen zombie’s clothes. Seeing us, he spoke.
“The blood scent could spread, so we’re planning to move these corpses inside the cabin. We’ll need you to stay with the bodies while we investigate. Would that be acceptable?”
Without answering, I approached and grabbed the shoulder of the zombie that looked relatively lighter.
“So we just need to bring them all inside?”
I thought it might be fine even if the scent spread since it was zombie blood, but you never know. It’s better to be cautious.
‘I’ve lived long enough to move dismembered corpses. Is this a free serial killer experience?’
Haha. This is exhilarating.
“This corpse has no bite marks, does it?”
“Instead, there are claw wounds. It seems infection can occur from this degree of injury as well. We’ll need to be careful.”
I stacked the severed necks and heads of the corpses neatly in the corner of the cabin. The blood pooling on the wooden floor was hastily covered with a sheet.
Dazling covered the bloodstains remaining outside with flour he’d brought from the Kitchen.
“Is it all done?”
“Yes….”
Now this cramped cabin contained nothing but a pile of dismembered corpses and me—someone who’d never fought anything more serious than a cockfight in my entire life—along with Mascarpone, Yujein, Supporting Character 2, and Troublemaker.
The Crown Prince surveyed our pathetic state and spoke.
“Seeing eight of them at the entrance alone, I can’t imagine how many more are inside. Stay with Dazling. Cyprus and I will go take a look.”
“No. That’s fine.”
I answered quickly.
“If just the two of you go and something happens, we’re all dead anyway. So all three of you should go together.”
“Are you certain?”
“Of course I’m not certain! That’s why hurry back. I’m begging you.”
At my words, the Crown Prince fell silent, while the Grand Duke laughed.
‘This guy’s been tearing into everything I say since earlier.’
I gazed longingly at the magical spear hanging from the Crown Prince’s shoulder as he meticulously checked whether any living zombies remained.
‘It’d be awkward to ask for it back now, wouldn’t it?’
At that moment, I didn’t know.
That giving the spear to the Crown Prince instead of the Grand Duke out of concern for causing trouble was a grave mistake.
[Huntsman’s Cabin Outside the Imperial Villa]
– Yusara, Yujein, Crown Prince, Grand Duke, Dazling, Mascarpone, Supporting Character 2, Troublemaker (Alive)

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