I Reincarnated Into a Healing Game… and It’s a Zombie Apocalypse?! - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93

As soon as the words ended, Murakka roughly grabbed the rice bowl in front of her and threw it.

The metal clattered loudly as it hit the stone floor, and then she threw even the thin blanket beside her toward Nana.

She spewed out curses close to screams while tearing off the winter clothes on her body with her nails as if ripping them apart.

Breathing roughly and convulsively shaking her body, she truly looked like a beast that had lost its reason.

If there had been more things to throw inside the prison, she would have thrown them without hesitation.

At that scene, the footsteps of people passing through the town square stopped.

Someone clicked their tongue and shook their head, while someone else whispered to the person next to them and frowned.

But no one defended or sympathized with Murakka.

The guard standing in front of the prison stepped forward to block her approach, but Nana shook her head and stopped the soldier’s arm.

After screaming for a while, Murakka breathed roughly and ground her teeth.

“I will, I will definitely curse you as I die! I’ll curse you to the very end even from the depths of hell!”

“Seeing that you still have the strength to scream like a whale, the prison must have been quite comfortable? Looking at your state, it must have been more comfortable than home inside those bars.”

“You damn bitch…!”

Murakka ground her teeth and clung to the bars, glaring at Nana. In front of her gripping the bars so tightly that the blood drained from her fingertips, Nana smiled with eyes that didn’t waver even an inch.

“A curse? Go ahead and try. I’m going to live well and eat well with Isha from now on. So before you die, get your head straight and look at yourself instead. It’s truly amazing that you still don’t know what you did wrong.”

“Wrong? What did I do wrong?! I was just trying to get back what was originally mine! Is that a crime?!”

“You should speak properly. Among the things you wanted, not a single one was ever yours.”

“No! If only you hadn’t existed, everything would have been mine! Power, honor, and that man too, everything!”

Murakka’s sharp cry spread through the town square like a tear. In that cry, there wasn’t a handful of regret or reflection. There was only obsession and anger.

Nana slowly lowered her gaze.

Murakka had certainly tried to kill her.

But the one who survived was Nana, and now the one meeting her end was Murakka.

The victory and defeat had already been decided.

“At this point, I even feel sorry for you. Being unable to accept reality to this extent is also a disease. Well, whatever, live healthily until the day you die. That will be the most painful thing for you.”

She turned around without hesitating any longer.

Murakka’s screams and curses flew at her back again, but Nana never looked back even once.

Now it was just worthless noise.

Three days later, the execution of the Vilona Clan was carried out.

Until the last moment, someone wailed and someone begged to be spared.

But after their heads fell, no one spoke anymore.

The corpses were loaded onto carts torn to pieces and transported beyond the border to be thrown onto the black earth where zombies roamed.

They were not allowed funerals or mourning. That was the end given to traitors.

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A few days later, Nana visited Rosha’s house for the first time in a long while.

“Oh my, you little thing. I was about to forget your face.”

Rosha, who opened the door, joked around with her familiar smile.

Since moving to Ishanka’s manor, she hadn’t been able to visit even once, so it was truly a long-awaited visit.

“Hehe, did you miss me, Grandma?”

“Yes. I missed you so much I ran out in my socks like this.”

“I wanted to come right away too, but I had quite a lot of things to deal with.”

There was no way Rosha wouldn’t know what the things she mentioned were.

Just by looking at Nana’s eyes, she seemed to guess what kind of time she had spent after the Vilona incident.

Rosha let out a short sigh and opened the door wide.

“Yes, come in. There’s nothing fancy in this house, but I can at least give you a cup of herbal tea.”

Nana, who entered the room, slowly looked around the quiet space surrounded by the familiar scent of wood.

The room was the same as before. The house, simple but full of warm warmth, made her feel like she had come to her grandmother’s home.

Rosha poured herbal tea into a small teacup and handed it over.

“I mixed some other things with the herbs you liked. It’s strong in flavor and will warm your body.”

“Thank you. I’ll drink it well.”

Nana held the cup with both hands and lightly moistened her lips. As the warm energy went down her throat, her heart seemed to relax.

After a quiet moment passed, Rosha opened her mouth in a low voice.

“…After the Vilona incident, those other tribe bastards have been busy gauging the situation. The ones who used to look down on him before, saying what’s the use of being a divine incarnation, how could a brat who never properly ruled a tribe do the job of a king. Really cunning.”

Rosha frowned and clicked her tongue.

“But it was well done. This country is a place where various tribes live intertwined, so the one who rules the country shouldn’t be wishy-washy. This incident will at least give weight to the position of king.”

Rosha carefully put down her teacup and concluded her words like a sigh.

Then she looked at Nana carefully.

“By the way, you seem to have gained some weight?”

“Really?”

“Yes. When I first saw you, I wondered if this girl could even walk properly. Your eyes were unfocused and you were swaying as if you’d fall over with just a breeze.”

“Hey, it wasn’t that bad.”

While Nana denied it, she recalled in her mind the time when she first came here. The day when the system was deactivated and she felt like she had lost everything.

“Now your face has vitality and your eyes are alive too. Love is really amazing, isn’t it?”

“…!”

Nana’s face instantly turned red as she buried her head as if burying her nose in the teacup.

“Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not teasing, I’m being sincere.”

Looking at Rosha laughing heartily, Nana squinted her eyes and puffed up her cheeks.

Needless to say, Rosha burst into laughter once more at that sight.

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Nana came out of the entrance gate holding a bag of dried sweet potatoes that Rosha had prepared for her.

“Ugh… It’s cold.”

As the winter wind that pierced through flesh brushed her cheek, her body naturally shrank. Tonight was a particularly bitter cold night.

It was when she hadn’t even taken a few steps. She saw a familiar silhouette approaching from the darkness.

“Did you wait long?”

“No. I just arrived too.”

Ishanka smiled gently and took out a scarf from his coat, wrapping it around Nana’s neck. The warm warmth seeped even to her cheeks.

“The winter festival is in full swing at the town square. The night market is open too and there’s a lot to see. Would you like to go together?”

“Great! Actually, I really wanted to go to a place like that.”

To think she would actually go to a festival she had only seen in books.

Nana walked alongside Ishanka with her heart full of excitement. Then she suddenly looked up at him.

“But Isha.”

“Yes?”

“Why don’t you call me Nana and only keep calling me Adrien?”

Before becoming lovers, she didn’t think much of it, but now that they were lovers, she felt somewhat disappointed. Everyone called her by her nickname, but he alone insisted on her real name.

“Before, you sometimes called me Nana, but after becoming lovers, you call me that even less. So I’m a little hurt.”

At Nana’s words, Ishanka’s eyes widened for a moment, then he awkwardly turned his gaze away and touched the back of his neck.

“Well… actually, there was a word ‘nana’ in the ancient northern language. The meaning is ‘my destined love.'”

“…!”

“Of course, it’s not that I don’t love you. It’s just that after becoming lovers, calling you by that nickname makes me feel self-conscious and embarrassed. It feels like I’m shouting to you every time that you are my destined love…”

Ishanka’s ears turned bright red.

No, why did the ancient people put such a grand meaning into someone else’s nickname? Ah, they were born first. Anyway!

“I, I see. Then you don’t have to call me Nana—”

“No! I will call you that!”

“What? You just said it was embarrassing!”

“That’s separate. You really are my destined love.”

This time it was Nana whose face blazed as she buried her face deep into the scarf.

Aaaaah! He’s the one saying it, so why is the embarrassment my share!

“…Does it make you uncomfortable?”

“N, no! It’s just… embarrassing…”

It wasn’t that she disliked it. It was just unfamiliar that her nickname held such great meaning.

When Nana cautiously raised her head, Ishanka’s serious gaze captured her. And he held Nana’s hand tightly.

“…Nana.”

“….”

“Nana.”

“….”

“I love you. Nana.”

“…Ah, seriously, you….”

Calling her name in such a tender voice is really unfair.

Not just her face but her entire body grew hot, yet even so, she didn’t let go of his hand.

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