Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 1218: Victory For The Lovers

Capítulo 1218: Victory For The Lovers

Overlooking a large expanse, a large vermillion cloak fluttered in the wind. Unexpectedly for Herlbe, the most difficult part of conquest for him wasn’t the fighting, but the management of the territory and population following victory. The revenant was a great fighter, but not that much of a thinker. Not that he was an idiot by any means, but he definitely wasn’t good at administrative tasks.

Thus, the real challenge Loimos had intended for him was to learn how to do so, and mostly to learn who to delegate work to. Some people were simply not cut out for certain tasks, and a leader did not necessarily know how to perform well in all aspects of leadership.

In regard to splitting up work, Herlbe believed that he had done very well on that front. Even if most of the tasks had actually fallen upon the realm’s regional lord. None other than Tsarina Delelgoliol’Erstvourst Von Hartracite… Or has Herlbe like that call, Bunny Girl.

She hated that nickname, since it was a complete misnomer.

“For the last time… I. Am. A. Viscacha. Understood?!”

“Whatever you say, Rabbit Girl”

“Viscachas are rodents! Rabbits are not! Damn it!”

“If you say so…”

“You are despicable–What are you doing on top of my palace anyway? I know you don’t have enough space in your mind to actually appreciate landscapes”

“That’s a bit mean to say”

“You get what you deserve”

Herlbe pondered for a few moments.

“My job here is done. Every corner of this realm had been mapped out, and the big players are now a part of the Empire. Not to mention that this realm had become one of the most successful living colonies”

“Of course it is successful, the Forcoids are far too stupid and barbaric. They are as easy to indoctrinate as children”

“That’s besides the point. What I mean is that I will have to leave to take on new missions for the Undead Empire, so, mmh… Well… I won’t be seeing you that much anymore since I am a minor lord, so I will be busy, and you are a regional lord, so you can’t really leave, so, huh…”

“What are you getting at?”

“…What I mean is… Here, take this”

Herlbe brought out a small box and handed it to her.

“What is this?”

She opened it and stared at the content for a few moments, so surprised that she began blinking again despite being an undead.

“Is this a joke?”

Herlbe pulled up the hood of his cloak to cover his three exposed heads.

“Seriously?! You’re gifting me a fucking ring? Do you expect me to say yes? Hold on a minute… Were you picking up on me because you liked me? Do you still pull the hair of the girls you like at your age?”

Herlbe stayed silent, just scratching the chin of his main head.

“I swear…” she closed the box and gave it back to Herlbe “…You’re going to have to at least take me out to dinner a few times–I don’t care if none of us eat anything, give that thing back to me another time”

“Maybe I’ll reconsider it when you stop calling me a rabbit or bunny… Good luck on your future ventures, though”

With these words, she turned into her true form and hopped away in a speedy manner.

Herlbe stayed still for a few moments.

“She didn’t say no! I am on top of the world!”

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Some celebrated their last days within the realm they had been assigned to conquer and learn from. This was also the case for Alkayne, who, after a long journey across what had appeared to be an infinite expanse of a frozen ocean, eventually conquered it all, managing to loop around to the mainland and take control of the frozen ocean on the same occasion.

Now, the cold dwellers of the depths could only exist in a restricted zone, where they were only allowed to live to potentially serve as living soldiers if necessary.

In the end, he found himself back at the heat fortress, which had been the first structure to be built within this snowy realm, and now, he was back here, staring out of one of the one-way windows that made up the walls of the top room.

He stood with his chest bare, exposing his frostbitten muscles as he only wore a piece of fabric tied around his waist… Alkayne was honestly not quite certain how this had come to be, but he was now a happy husband to three wives.

Jiji, Cecili, and now Jormunal as well, somehow. He really did not know how this had happened so smoothly, but he couldn’t back off anymore. Everyone was definitely going to be wondering what in damnation he was up to inside this realm to go in a free man, and exit it with three whole wives.

He could already feel the jokes coming…

As a way to mark the celebrations, all three of the women who would occupy his existence for the rest of all eternity were currently carrying the early beginnings of what would eventually become undeadlings. Alkayne might actually turn out to be the first minor lord to produce undeadlings.

He doubted the others would have managed to get themselves caught in the same situation as him. Not that Alkayne disliked it, quite the contrary, he just couldn’t help but be confused how it was that during his entire life, he had never found anyone, but in death, he had found three people willing to spend their endless existence with him.

It felt a bit counterintuitive. One would expect livings to be more likely to throw themselves into such relationships. They thought that death was the end of everything, so they would rush to find someone significant and to reproduce.

On the contrary, it would be logical for undeads to not do so since they were eternal and had literally all the time in the world… But he supposed that this was just another undeniable proof of undead superiority.

‘Mmh… What should I do once the undeadlings show up? Am I supposed to just let the specialised caretakers handle it?’

Nonetheless, as a former living, Alkayne couldn’t help but wonder what he should do as a future father… Not to mention that two out of his three wives were also firmer livings, and they had been alive not so long ago at that, so they would probably be opposed to letting strangers raise the little rotlings.

‘I might need to ask for a pause in my activities as a minor lord once they are born…’

Just as he thought this, he felt two arms wrap around his chest from behind, the familiar claws of Jormunal moving alongside his chest, actually cutting into him as the antler-bearing woman pressed against his back.

If not for him being naturally prone to regenerating swiftly, he would be covered in cuts by now. Jormunal was not the sort to be very careful with her sharp appendages.

“How long are you going to just stare out of the window? We’re still waiting for you for a few more hours of playing…”

“Hours?!” he sighed “I guess I do have nothing better to do anyway…”

Alkayne was praying that his soldiers would keep their mouths shut for as long as possible once they all returned to the main world, or at least, he hoped that no one else who knew him personally would be around to make jokes at his expense.

For some reason, though, the person he least wanted to run into was the one person who wouldn’t say anything about it. It just felt shameful to face Loimos like this, returning from a so-called mission with three wives expecting undeadlings just wasn’t a good look in front of the General of the Vanguard.

‘Makes me wonder when he’ll make undeadlings himself…’

It wasn’t official, but everyone basically acted like One and Maliah were Loimos’s wives already, and as far as everyone was aware, the creation of undeadlings by Loimos was only a matter of when the vampiress and assassin would be capable of handling his Festering Death Force.

Regardless of all this, Alkayne was pulled back into celebration as a snowstorm raged outside.

Unlike him, Herlbe, and Yuolrt, not all of the minor lords were experiencing a peaceful or tranquil end to the task they had been given by Loimos. Some had received missions where the difficulty truly lay in the struggle of strength between themselves and the opposing livings, or in some cases, against beings that didn’t even classify as livings to begin with…

Nonetheless, the minor lords all had a strong grasp on the respective realms they were meant to invade and conquer. Most of them had already dismantled the previous regimes that had been ruling before their arrival. Only one of them still had to strike down an opposing leader.

Only once this was done would the realm truly fall under the authority of the Undead Empire.

It had been a long time coming, but it was time to end things.