A Korean Office Worker Who Became a Nuisance Villainess in a Zombie Story - Chapter 64

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Without any warning, Yusara’s dark history exposé time had begun.
‘Why do I always confess whenever I develop feelings for a man?’
☆Warning☆ Do not imitate this behavior.
Let us also respect the feelings of those receiving confessions.
Whether it was truly such a fascinating topic, the melancholy that had shadowed Yujein’s face vanished.
The ears of the two men beside us (distinguishing feature: both have been confessed to by me) perked up despite their pretense of not listening.
‘It’s certainly worth wondering about.’
Why do I recklessly throw myself at someone when I know the odds are only 0.001%?
I pulled over the tablecloth that had been crumpled from wiping dust and scribbled words in the corner.
1. Don’t confess.
= Nothing happens. (0% chance of dating)
2. Confess.
2-1. Succeed.
2-2. Fail.
“Look. If you don’t confess, you definitely can’t date them, but if you do confess, there’s a chance of dating. Even if it’s a very low probability.”
It’s higher than nothing.
“If you’ll regret it either way—doing it or not doing it—isn’t it better to do it and regret it? Because then there’s even a slight chance you won’t regret it.”
“What?!”
Yujein was taken aback.
“But Lady Yusara, if you get rejected like that, you’ll be embarrassed…. If you don’t confess, at least you won’t feel that embarrassment.”
“Instead, you’ll have 100% regret.”
In truth, it wasn’t easy saying this in front of the two men who had coldly rejected me.
My face was starting to turn red.
But it’s fine. I’m confident.
“As time passes, I’m sure I’ll regret it. Later, when I look back on this moment and think, ‘Oh, if only I had done this or that back then, maybe things would have worked out with them! I wish I’d been brave!’ wouldn’t that be worse than being a little embarrassed now but at least trying something?”
Let me say it again: if I’ll regret it either way, I’ll always choose to do it and regret it.
It’s not just about romance—the same goes for other things too.
Don’t overthink it.
When you don’t think and just go for it, surprisingly many things work out.
“So Yujein, if there’s something you can do, do it. After all, you’ve already come along as part of the Investigation Team, so you’ve already discovered that sacred relics are useless, haven’t you?”
“…I suppose that’s true.”
“Yes. It’s better to know now than to discover later when things are really desperate that sacred relics don’t work and we all fail together.”
If you do nothing, nothing happens.
“Besides, if we die, no one will know that I failed and felt embarrassed. If I’m really worried about dying of embarrassment, I’ll just emigrate somewhere no one knows me and start fresh.”
I’m good at English.
I learned English in preparation for times like this.
I should go to America.
When I get to America, I’ll flirt with every handsome man I see. If I get rejected, I’ll go to England.
After that, Australia.
‘I work hard at everything and I’m diligent. I can live well anywhere I go.’
If only there were no zombies.
That’s when Praha, who had been listening beside me, suddenly interjected.
“Your Highness, do you have plans to emigrate?”
“…?”
That’s not the point of this conversation at all.
“The emphasis of this discussion is… ‘if there’s something you can do, try it first,’ Your Highness.”
“Not for me. Do you perhaps have plans to leave this country?”
Does this country have aspects that displease Your Highness? Praha’s expression as he added this was serious.
If I actually said I was emigrating, he’d chase after me.
“No. I’m not emigrating. I’m only nobility in this country—if I go elsewhere, I’m just a foreigner.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes.”
‘I’m not emigrating; I’m trying to return to Earth.’
Only then did Praha, who had been half-risen, settle back down.
Then he stared at me intently, as if extracting a promise.
“Do not leave. I will do better.”
“Pardon?”
“Should any dissatisfaction with the Empire arise, please tell me first. I will create a country so prosperous that the entire continent envies it. You mentioned before that tax obligations were burdensome, did you not? I will collect taxes fairly at lower rates and devote myself to security and welfare. Therefore, if you have any intention of leaving the Empire, I ask that you reconsider. I will make the effort.”
“Ah, yes.”
This is the first time I’ve heard Praha speak at such length.
…Suddenly I feel like I’m at a political campaign rally.
I was bewildered without understanding why.
‘He must be worried because the Empire’s only Grand Duke is leaving.’
Afraid that one person who pays high taxes will disappear.
But Praha doesn’t know—our household is on the verge of ruin….
No, more than that.
‘When did I say tax obligations were burdensome? He remembers even that fleeting remark.’
“….”
“….”
I held Praha’s gaze for a few seconds, then looked back at Yujein.
“So what I’m saying is, Yujein. You don’t need to blame yourself for that slight misstep. You would have regretted it anyway, even if you hadn’t done it.”
“…Everyone dies. If I misstep, everyone dies.”
“Even better. If you die, you can’t regret it.”
If you succeed, you succeeded, so no regrets. If you die, you’re already dead, so no regrets.
“Either way, Yujein has nothing to regret. Have confidence!”
Women need confidence!
Even I, who got kicked twice in a row by two men, still walk around here with my head held high!
I forced an answer from Yujein, who could only gape in astonishment.
“You understand what I’m saying, right?”
“Yes, Your Highness. If I develop feelings for someone, I’ll confess.”
“No! Not that!”
“I was joking.”
Yujein laughed with a soft “hehe” and stretched out the knees she’d been hugging.
☆Let me say this again—please don’t try this yourself☆
I only went around confessing to people left and right when I was a court lady named Yusara, not when I was a working adult.
“But Lady Yusara, what does it mean to date someone?”
Ah, they don’t use that word here, do they?
“It means promising to become lovers from this very moment.”
“How romantic.”
Anyway, I’d been wanting to pry into Yujein’s knowledge of the God of Light for a while now.
This seemed like the perfect opportunity.
I watched Yujein’s expression, which seemed considerably lighter, and carefully broached the subject.
“You said you serve the God of Light, didn’t you?”
That god I’d wagered my very soul against.
“Yes. To be precise, the god of light, stars, and rainbows. They oversee the passage that connects the Divine Realm and the Human Realm.”
Assuming I was ignorant as I’m known to be, she explained in considerable detail about the god.
‘A god who oversees the passage, then.’
“If the God of Light connects the Divine Realm and the Human Realm, do other gods exercise their power through the God of Light?”
“Yes. That’s why the God of Light is usually called the supreme deity.”
“I see.”
Then could Yujein perhaps speak well to the God of Light and get the wager between me and the god cancelled—the one where if I don’t live a different life than before, the god will take my soul?
‘No. It’s too early to ask about that now.’
Praha, who had been listening, asked a question.
“Has the God of Light issued any separate divine revelation regarding this zombie outbreak?”
“You’re not leaving me out of the fun conversation, are you!”
Tangerine, who had returned after washing up, joined the discussion.
Suddenly the center of everyone’s attention, Yujein’s cheeks flushed red.
Yujein spoke.
“Actually, I’ve been praying to the god consistently ever since the Villa incident.”
“You’ve been praying?”
“But there’s been no response….”
“What?”
The god granted her divine power, and now there’s no response?
Yujein continued, somewhat embarrassed.
“To be honest, I’m not sure why the god chose me. I was born with divine power, but I wasn’t particularly devout….”
“Really?”
“Yes. I’m an orphan, so I grew up in the Temple and naturally developed faith because of that.”
“I see.”
A saint with insufficient faith, specialized in destruction rather than healing.
That’s possible.
Tangerine, sprawled out on the ground, asked.
“Then the Saint doesn’t get attacked by zombies either, like the Grand Duke?”
“I’m not sure.”
Yeah, I was curious about that too.
But I had no desire to stand Yujein in front of a zombie just to test it out.
“Ugh, forget it. Let’s get some sleep. I’m exhausted.”
“We agreed to take turns keeping watch over the zombie, right? What’s the order?”
“I-I’ll go first!”
“Then I’ll take my turn after the Saint!”
Yujein, Tangerine, Cyprus, Praha.
I was last in the rotation.
‘They’re being considerate. I should get some rest.’
I sluggishly pulled the blanket over myself and lay down.
And I fell asleep in exactly one second.
* * *
The next morning.
When I hazily regained consciousness, I found my head buried in Praha’s shoulder as I slept.
Praha had completely surrendered his shoulder to me and turned his body to converse with Yujein and Tangerine.
“….”
Why am I doing this?
‘I woke up to take the last watch shift….’
I must have fallen back asleep while talking with Praha.
So Praha ended up standing watch twice, in my place?
Feeling apologetic, I furrowed my brow and rubbed my head against Praha’s shoulder where I’d been leaning.
Because of Praha’s large frame, rather than resting on his shoulder, I felt buried between his arms.
“Your Highness?”
Praha, already aware that I’d woken, looked down at me without surprise.
“You should have woken me, Your Highness.”
“Ah.”
Only then did Praha glance down at his own shoulder and respond as if it were nothing.
“I didn’t wake you because I wished time would stop like this.”
“What?”
“Never mind.”
Praha blinked and spoke expressionlessly.
“Now that you’re awake, you should eat first. After that, let’s explore the Temple.”
Right.
We’d decided that after waking up, we’d each split up and search this place.
‘There might be useful items left behind that we could actually use.’
I watched Praha, who seemed oddly pleased, finished breakfast, washed up, and then we each dispersed to cover our assigned areas.
My assigned area was the left side of the third floor, with the center as the reference point.
“Ugh, all this dust… my allergies are acting up.”
I stepped into a room thick with swirling dust—what had once been a dormitory for orphans raised by the Temple—and closed the door behind me.
I rummaged through my pocket and pulled out a crimson stone.
Yesterday, when I fell into that tomb alone, I picked up this stone from one of the zombies there.
‘Maybe this will give me a clue about where those zombies that came through the gate yesterday originated from?’
I gripped the stone tightly and closed my eyes.
[(Safe Zone) Abandoned Temple]
– Yusara (leftmost room on the 3rd floor)
– Cyprus (tapping on the wall in the Adjacent Room next to Yusara, teasing her)
– Praha (searching through the High Priest’s Chamber)
– Yujein (being dragged along by Tangerine)
– Tangerine (heading to the Kitchen to ransack it)

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